Laura and I were inside Madame Cage's shop, a back street emporium selling anything and everything associated with BDSM. I was there to be fitted with a new—and smaller—chastity device, but, so far, the occasion had proceeded no further than Madame Cage making derogatory remarks that worried me and embarrassed Laura. Madame Cage was an intimidating woman, so much so that I thought even Laura was feeling subdued in her presence.

I was lying stark-naked on a couch, free for the time being of a chastity cage, while waiting to be put into a new model. An icepack had ensured that my penis was flaccid.

Madame Cage went over to a cupboard and began searching through, looking for a new device. Laura gave me a concerned look that expressed her anxiety, while I returned a gulp.

“I'll first show you one that will be outside your price range,” explained Madame Cage, her back to us. “As you're both students, on the breadline I hope, I don't imagine you can afford much, but it will give you an idea of what a proper mistress would be using, and I can assure you that her submissive's happiness, as you called it a few moments ago, Miss Smith, would be of no concern to her whatsoever.” She almost spat out the word “proper” and there was no denying that Madame Cage had no fondness for Laura. It was plain to see that we were not Madame Cage's typical clientele.

Madame Cage retrieved a small black device. My lying down position did not afford the best view, yet I could see that it would completely encase a penis and there was just a small hole at the end for urine to emerge. It didn't look very practical and I could see no way of keeping the penis clean short of removing the device, something Laura was loath to do.

Madame Cage set about describing the features of this device. “This model has a rechargeable battery. It doesn't require a separate padlock because the lock is built in, and it has to be unlocked remotely from an app on a phone. This works over 4G or 5G so the mistress doesn't need to be present.”

“Oh! I don't think I'd want to unlock him without me being there. And what about relocking?”

“He can do it. It just pushes together to lock, and the app confirms it's been done.”

“But... but what's to stop him cheating, Madame Cage, not that Stevie would dream of cheating, you understand?”

Madame Cage smiled for only the second time since we had arrived, but again without humour. “Do stop to think before asking questions that have obvious answers, Miss Smith. Didn't your mother tell you to think before opening your mouth, to avoid making a fool of yourself?”

She gave Laura another of her condescending glares and Laura reddened a little. “If the slave locks it, but not with his useless appendage inside, then the app will think its locked, but how would the slave explain it to his mistress when he's next inspected? The slave has no way of reopening it to put it on, unless he has access to the app. And who would be silly enough to allow that, Miss Smith?”

“Oooh! I see!” exclaimed Laura. “Once locked, he wouldn't be able to unlock later to fit it on. That's very clever.”

Madame Cage gave a sigh and a subtle shake of her head, as if she was dealing with an imbecile. Luckily, Laura failed to notice.

“Also,” continued Madame Cage, “a feature that proper mistresses like is that two people can control this device through their phones, and it can be set up so that either one of them alone can unlock the device, or unlocking requires the agreement of both app users.”

Laura looked puzzled, forcing Madame Cage to expand on what she had said. “Good grief! It's very simple, Miss Smith. Even a dense student should be able to understand... It can be set up so that both... let's call them keyholders... both keyholders need to agree that the device should be unlocked.”

“Ohhh!” replied Laura. If she had seen the light, that light was quickly extinguished and Laura resumed her puzzled look.

Madame Cage could tell that Laura was confused and rolled her eyes. “Do you have a lover, Miss Smith?” she asked.

“Er... yes. It's Stevie!”

“Heaven help me!” gasped Madame Cage, in apparent despair. “Is there someone else, other than him? Someone special? Do I have to spell it out?”

“Oh, sorry! I think I see what you mean.” Laura once more was blushing.

“Yes,” replied Madame Cage, “If you had a lover, then the lover might want a say in whether your slave gets released. You would both need to agree. The lover would stop you becoming misty-eyed, unable to resist your slave's pitiful pleas for release. Do you understand now, Miss Smith?”

“Yes, I do... but I love Stevie,” she remarked.

Madame Cage gave her a look that said it was probably time that Laura did find someone else.

“You can also programme the app so that it releases at random times. One client of mine unlocks her slave at intervals of around one month. He's no idea exactly when it will be, and neither does she. But when the time comes, he has ten minutes of freedom before he has to relock.”

Madame Cage seemed to be relaxing and was keen to expand on this feature. “This proper mistress finds it extremely amusing that her slave might be in a business meeting and he'll suddenly hear a click as the lock comes open! Others in the room might look around, trying to locate the click. Oh, the embarrassment he must feel, Miss Smith! It's so amusing to think about.”

Laura was listening open-mouthed as Madame Cage continued with enthusiasm. “If he's to avoid punishment later he has to excuse himself from the meeting and rush to the lavatories so he can relock himself in the time allowed. He also has to decide whether to risk masturbating before snapping the lock shut. Oh, the dilemmas this abject fool faces, Miss Smith! If he doesn't masturbate there and then it could be another month before he gets a chance. His predicaments are out of this world and his mistress loves nothing better than telling me of his latest predicament. Last week, he was on a train with no facilities when his device unlocked. Can you imagine it, Miss Smith? What was he to do?”

For the first time, Madame Cage was openly laughing as she took delight in explaining the problems that this wretched slave faced. Meanwhile, Laura observed in amazement, but what was going through her head was difficult to gauge.

Madame Cage suddenly adopted a more serious expression. “This can also send electric shocks to the genitals, on a scale of one to ten, Miss Smith. One is a mild tingle and ten... well, ten brings the slaves to their knees.” Once again, Madame Cage smiled in an evil manner, evidently relishing the thought of some poor guy being wracked by an electric current applied to a sensitive part of his anatomy.

“Oh, my God,” declared Laura. It was unclear to me whether she said this in horror or in envy. How lucky I was that we could not afford this device.

“Tingles can be used to send messages, Miss Smith. Say, one tingle for coffee and two for tea. Hmmm?”

“Wow!”

“Some mistresses have trained their slaves to respond to twenty or more tingles. So, for example, fourteen consecutive tingles might mean run me a bath, and fifteen means get me a biscuit.”

“That sounds confusing and—”

“Give me strength, Miss Smith! It's meant to be confusing. Can't you imagine the consequences for a slave if he runs a bath when he's meant to be searching for a biscuit?”

“Oh, that's really cruel,” replied Laura.

Madame Cage paused and stared sneeringly at Laura for several seconds before saying, “Are you cut out to be a proper mistress, Miss Smith?”

“Yes!” Laura responded, adamantly, “but I don't want to be cruel.”

“Given enough time, you may learn the qualities required to be a proper mistress, Miss Smith. After all, you're still young, so there is still a glimmer of hope for you. Sentimentality is not something that proper mistresses engage in, Miss Smith.”

She stared at Laura, willing her to say something she could mock as being naive.

Laura said nothing, so Madame Cage continued. “I'm assuming that as impoverished students, and probably a drain on the country's finances, this premier cage is outside your budget. I certainly pray that it will not be funded by the downtrodden taxpayer.”

Laura prickled and there was a flash of anger, but she nodded in agreement. “Yes, it's outside our budget,” she confirmed.

“You could save up for it. You could send him out to work in the evenings or during the night. Office cleaners are always in demand. The pay's pathetic, but long hours can make up for that.”

Laura, looking uncomfortable, shook her head. “I'm afraid it's not something we can afford, and we're too busy with our studies for Stevie to take a part time job,” she replied.

Madame Cage sniffed pretentiously. “Indolence in subs is not a desirable trait, Miss Smith. I can't believe he has no free time... Oh well, I should think I've got something here that's cheap enough for you but still an improvement on the plastic toy he wears at present.”

Madame Cage searched through the cupboard for several minutes, moving boxes around. “Ah!” she exclaimed. “This is what I'm looking for.”

She passed Laura a shiny metal device. It was smaller than my pink one, but would be secured with a padlock in the same way. “This one I can adjust so that it's a snug fit, Miss Smith.”

Laura held the device in her hands. “It's heavy, isn't it?”

“Solidly built is what you mean, Miss Smith. And impregnable! But, yes, it's the modern-day equivalent of a ball and chain, intended to ensure that the slave is constantly reminded of his enforced impotence. Chastity cages are not intended to be comfortable, Miss Smith.”

Laura seemed astonished by Madame Cage's comments but chose not to argue. “I see. But it looks too small, Madame Cage.”

Madame Cage gave her a frosty smile. “How can you say that? He's not tried it on yet. Furthermore, we certainly can't go any bigger than this, Miss Smith, not if we are trying to stop erections, rather than promote them.”

“My God, it's got spikes,” Laura muttered.

“No!” Madame Cage corrected her. “They're no more than dimples. These are spikes.” She reached into the cupboard and pulled out another cage to show Laura.

I couldn't see it, but I saw Laura swallow hard while staring at it in shock.

“I'm assuming even you can see the difference between dimples and spikes, Miss Smith?”

Laura nodded, “Yes, I can...”

“He'll feel some discomfort from the dimples but they're not sharp, so they won't draw blood.”

“Good!” murmured Laura. “I don't want him injured.”

Madame Cage gave another of her disturbing smiles. “Are you really sure you want to go ahead with this, Miss Smith?” she asked. “You don't seem to have the sadistic streak that dommes need.”

Laura didn't answer, which allowed Madame Cage to continue. “Let's see if it fits. I'll need another ice pack.”

A fresh ice pack was pushed down on my penis. Involuntarily, I let out a small shriek. Madame Cage shook her head, commenting contemptuously, “And is he cut out to be a submissive? You both need to toughen up.”

The ice pack did its job and a minute or two later Madame Cage slipped the cage onto me. It seemed a tight fit but, after a close inspection, she decided that some adjustments were needed, so off it came again. For a few minutes, she fiddled around with spacers and rings, using special tools laid out on her small workbench, before announcing that she thought it would now fit like a glove.

Sure enough, it did—a very tight glove—a glove several sizes too small! The final act was to snap a small padlock shut.

“Now to test it,” remarked Madame Cage. She pressed a bellpush on the wall and a few seconds later another door opened and in came a beautiful young lady, probably no more than eighteen years old. Moreover, she was stark naked.

“Yes, Ma'am?” she asked nervously. I recognised this as the voice of the coffee girl.

“Stand there with your hands on your head and expose yourself to this dunce.” The girl instantly did as she had been instructed.

“You, get off the couch and stare at her,” Madame Cage instructed. I jumped off the couch and gaped at the attractive girl in front of me, who was revealing everything and leaving nothing to the imagination. The girl was uncomfortable, and so was I, but not so embarrassed that my penis wished to remain asleep.

Almost instantly, I discovered that even the initial engorgement caused massive discomfort, brought on by the tightness of the cage and the dimples pressing into my skin. I was already regretting that I had not put more persuasive arguments to Laura against buying a smaller cage. How would I cope with this?

As I stared at the stunning figure of the girl in front of me, openly displaying the neatly trimmed bush around her pussy, and her firm breasts, I soon found myself doubling up with pain.

I tried looking away, but Madame Cage would not allow that. “Keep gawking! How dare you disobey me,” she hissed.

After a minute or so, she was satisfied that I had suffered enough, and the girl was sent away to get dressed.

“If you're content with his new cage, Miss Smith, I will take payment. You, get dressed!”

I didn't need telling twice. While Laura made the credit card transaction, I hastened to put my clothes back on.

“Shall I dispose of his old cage, Miss Smith?” Madame Cage asked. “I can do so at no extra charge.”

“I think it's best I hang on to it,” replied Laura.

“Hmmm... okay, but don't let him talk you into thinking his new one is too small. The fit is perfect and you will need to put your foot down if he says otherwise, Miss Smith. Here are the two keys for the lock. Don't lose them—they are the only way of safely removing the cage, should you ever want to, although I don't see why it should ever need to come off. Some proper mistresses superglue the lock in case they should ever experience a moment of weakness and feel tempted to release their slaves.”

“Er... thank you, Madame Cage, but I won't be supergluing anything,” Laura cautiously replied, after processing what she had just heard. Her remarks led to another haughty glower from Madame Cage.

Laura maintained her cool and placed the keys into her bag. “Thank you, again, Madame Cage. And... and what do you say, Stevie?”

“Er... thank y—”

“Oh, do shut up, you stupid man. Do you really think I'm interested in anything you have to say?” Madame Cage shook her head in contempt. “I'll show you both out.”

She led us to the front door, adding as she opened it, “If he misbehaves and needs punishing—properly punished, I mean—it's another service I provide. I'm not cheap, but he will discover it's a memorable occasion!” She cracked another smile, this time more genuine than any other I'd seen. Laura said nothing, while I felt nauseous.

oooOOooo

We strolled back to the tube, heading home. For a few minutes, neither of us said anything. I think we were both shellshocked.

“That was scary,” I eventually opined. “I mean Madame Cage was scary.”

“My God, yes she was! I'm glad to get out of there! If you have to go back, you're going on your own, poppet. I'll wait in the coffee shop around the corner.”

“I hope I never have to go back. She thought you're too soft.”

“Hmmm... maybe I am too soft on you, but, like she said, I'm still young and I'm still learning.”

I felt an agonising twitch as I thought of what the future might hold as Laura learned more. “Aarrgh!” I spat out with a grimace.

“You okay, muffin?” she asked.

“No, not really! This new device is too tight! I'm sure of it. I think we've made a mistake getting it.”

She looked at me sympathetically but shook her head. “Dr Payne said you'd say that, poppet. We've got to give it a fair trial, so stop complaining, will you? Anyhow, you've only had the damn thing on for ten minutes!”

There was growing irritation in her voice, so I changed tack to pacify her. “Er... yes... but what did you make of the device she showed you that had remote locking and could give shocks.”

Her tone changed in an instant. “Wow! That sounded fun, didn't it? But only if used responsibly, obviously! I wouldn't want to give someone like Zoe access to the app!”

I glanced at her to see if she was smiling—she wasn't.

“Anyway, sweetie, it was outside our budget. Perhaps we could save up for it? What do you think?”

My stomach churned but then I glanced in her direction and saw she was now grinning. I sensed there was a chance she had been joking, but with Laura it's not always possible to tell.