(This is my first attempt at recounting hot stories from my past and putting them out there - please don’t be too critical:)

I first met April circa 2016 when I lived in Texas. We met on one of the dating apps – either Tinder or Bumble. After the usual getting-to-know you chit chat, the conversation steered towards the naughty stuff. I disclosed dabbling in Femdom and D/s dynamics in my previous relationship, and I was wanting to further explore that realm. Luckily, April was familiar with BDSM themes as she wrote erotic fiction and had an inherent penchant for kink. This established our common ground, allowing us to have a very candid dialogue about what we wanted to experience.

It was exhilarating! We discussed playing around with several fantasies and kinks: chastity, orgasm denial, cuckolding, pegging, forced bi, cum cleanup, etc. Of course, all this constituted research for her writing so she was equally thrilled. After chatting for a few days, we decided to meet a local bar the following week. In the days leading up to our meet, we agreed that I would wear my cock cage / chastity device (which I kept from my previous relationship) and would forgo orgasm until she was able to play with me. So, I donned my CB-3000, installed the disposable plastic lock, and sent April a picture of me caged.

The anticipation was killing me. Shortly after the second day of being caged I was sporadically leaking pre-cum and couldn’t get my mind off sex. All the while April and I were sexting randomly throughout the week. My nuts felt like they were going to explode! It was the fifth day of being caged when our date finally arrived. The plan was to talk in-person a bit, make sure we were comfortable with each other, then go to a nearby sex shop and buy a strap-on harness and dildo.

On the day of our date, I left work early and arrived at the bar around 3:00pm. She arrived shortly after and we had a few drinks at the bar while we talked about our past exploits and expectations for our immediate encounter. The excitement was palpable; you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. During our conversation, after glancing down to eye the slight bulge of the cock cage through my pants, she reached over and grabbed my crotch. It was electric. Her palm pressed down the top of the plastic cage as her fingers outlined my balls; she gave my encased package a slight squeeze and I mustered every sense of control to not cum on the spot right there!

Before departing, we talked about the kind of strap-on we wanted to get – something significant that both I would feel and that also vibrated against her clit. Yet, there was another aspect to our shopping adventure: a bit of public humiliation. With me present, April was going to explain, in detail, to the salesperson exactly what she wanted and its intended use: a big, vibrating, life-like cock that she could use to penetrate her sub and make her authority felt. Additionally, she would casually mention that I had been caged for the past several days in preparation for the big event.

The sex store was not one of those seedy roadside shops that catered to creepy guys looking for gloryholes; quite the opposite. It was a classy boutique-style venue that appealed to the upscale working professionals of the city. We entered the store and sauntered over to the dildo section. Within moments a pretty young lady popped over and asked if we needed any assistance.

April smiled and proceeded to tell her the facts. Almost unsurprisingly, the young lady, maybe in her early twenties or so, didn’t even flinch. She must have heard this stuff before while working in the store. She was actually quite helpful and even suggested a butt-plug for easing into the pegging (which we also bought – and it was a good thing we did).

After settling on a plug, harness, dildo, and lubricant, April raised the topic of male chastity. It was almost surreal as these ladies briefly discussed my situation as I stood there quietly.

April told the saleslady that I was presently wearing a plastic device and she was considering upgrading me to a metal cage. The sales lady partially glanced at me and smiled; I got the feeling she had never directly encountered this topic before but was definitely intrigued. She said they didn’t have any cock cages in store but encouraged us to check their online catalogue.

The saleslady accompanied us to the counter for checkout and her colleague (who had heard the entire exchange – it was a small store, and we were the only customers in there at the time) was smiling brightly as April made brief small talk as I paid for our new toys. I could feel their eyes on me and imagined what they were thinking after hearing that conversation.

The other saleslady was genuinely thoughtful and offered a few helpful tips. She said to start out slow with a finger, then wear the plug for about half an hour before attempting the strap-on. I was a bit surprised how casual she was discussing the topic, but I guess it was kind of routine for them. We thanked both of them and headed for the door.

Part Two is on the way:)