My body froze.

I have to admit I've never been to a sexy shop and, in the
circumstances, it didn't bode well.
I was completely overwhelmed  though, in her power. So I was
waiting in silence for her to speak.

"I want you to buy a whip and... I did some research, and I want
a cock cage. It would be perfect for you."

My heart was pounding. Hard. I didn't know what exactly she was
talking about, but the sound of it wasn't nice. Not at all.

".. I don't.. know.. what are you talking.. about.."
"Don't worry, ask. They will help you"
"I have to... please..."

The gravity of what she was asking me was starting to hit me
hard.

"Now now.. You will do everything I want. Always. No matter how
painful or humiliating.. and the best part of it is that you LOVE
it."

She was right. It was hard to admit but she was right. That
didn't help though, it was hard.
I opened the car door with a shaking hand, and I went to the
shop.

I was really uneasy. I didn't know where to look and I had a
constant fear to have judging eyes on me.
I was starting to get nervous, the last thing I wanted was to ask
someone where to find what I was looking for.
Having my cock tied the way it was didn't help. It soon became
painful walk around and the more I tried to calm it down, the
more I had the opposite effect.
Then I saw them. Whips. I took a deep breath and tried to find
one.
What in the hell I was doing? I was searching for a thing to let
her torture me. How low was she bringing me?
I saw one that I thought fine, I close my eyes and took it.
Then it came the real problem. That "cage" made me really
nervous.. I really didn't know what to look for, but the name
made me clearly understand that it wasn't something I wanted to
ask to a clerk.
I thought to be inside there for a few minutes, but a quick
look at the watch made me realize that it was more than a quarter
of hour. I had to do something.
I mustered up courage and went for the clerk, trying to look
natural and calm.
"Good day. I was looking for a.."
My voice started to die on me. I tried to fake a cough attack,
and I knew that was only worse. What a situation I was in.

"... a.. cock.. cage.. yeah.. that sort of.. thing.."

Now I was getting really ridiculous.. I wanted to disappear in
that moment. Thinking that I was doing this for her, in the car
waiting for me, made me feel really pathetic.

"Sure, follow me"
Luckily, the guy was professional enough; he was probably used to
it, I thought.
He brought me to a corner of the shop, and then I saw what I was
about to take.
I imagined something like that but.. it was worse than I thought.
How was I supposed to wear things like that. It was a joke.
I thought she was only trying to test if I was willing to do it,
but part of me knew that she was probably serious.
The clerk seemed to notice my discomforture, and left me there to
decide which one I wanted.
Eh, nice choices I had.
I must have been for a couple of minutes before I felt an hand on
one of my shoulder.

"Ohhh.. nice options we have there, let's see.."

I lost a few heartbeats. I must have been inside there for too
long and she decided to come in.
"This one..." she stared intently at my crotch "... seems a bit
too big. It leaves too much free space for our friend. We want it
to be painful, after all, don't we?"

I repeatedly looked around us, she was keeping a loud voice on
purpose and it was getting really hard for me. It was so
humiliating that I felt an heart attack was really close.
I tried to speak but my mouth was dry. I was just hoping that an
end was close. My tied cock was now so much in pain that I
started to fear to have serious problems if I had to keep that
way for much longer.

"Ohhh this one looks perfect".
I saw the one she meant. It was short. Too short. I hoped it was
a joke.

"Are..Y..you.. serious?"
"Yep. It looks fun"
"F..fun.. well.."
"Fun for me and unbearable painful for you. That's how it has to
be. It's decided! Let's go!"

She grabbed it and went for the clerk. I was about to cry. I had
to use all my strength not to show how I was feeling.
I went after her, trying to keep my distance, but not too much so
she could complain.
When the clerk tell her how much it was, she turned to me
smiling.

"Pay Mark. It's all for you, after all.."
I swallowed hard and reached for the wallet trying to look
natural, but inside me I was overwhelmed by humiliation and pain.

Everything was so hard that I was feeling dizzy and the more I
was being humiliated the more my cock was in pain.
There were moments where I wanted to scream, to tell her to leave
me alone, to never do anything like that to me again.
But.. I wanted to taste those feelings, to be at my limit and let
her break them, bring me beyond them.
I paid and we went for the car.

Once inside, she let a loud sigh and started laughing.
"Sheesh.. I've never done something like that before. I was so
nervous"

And then, she floored me again.
When I thought to know her, she came out with something like
that.
She felt nervous and out-of-place too. Whenever I was at my
limit, thinking about quitting what we were doing, she made me
feel like that.
I couldn't help but keep up.

"Nervous? You? Do you have an idea of what I'm feeling here?"
"Sadly, no. I hope you've never felt so humiliated in your life
though. I wouldn't be happy otherwise."

She stared at me serious for a couple of seconds and then started
laughing again.

"Well.. it must have been harsh for you today. I wanted to test
these new toys right away but... you have your limits too. You
can free your poor cock, but only when you reach home and you
have to take me home first"
"That makes sense. And.... thanks"

I really said that. It was one of those times that I understood
that I was losing control.

"You know, I don't want to push your limits... too much. There is
plenty of time anyway"
I smiled, and I didn't know how to answer her.
It was an hard day, both physically and mentally, and I just
couldn't come up with something.
We talked about funny and unrelated things while I took her home.
It was like we were still releasing what we felt that day.
Once I was home, I quickly free my cock. It was painful even took
the laces away and this time the marks were evident.
It was dark and livid in more than one place, and in a few there
even broken capillaries.
Nevertheless, seeing it like that and thinking that it was her
doing, that she beaten it like that made me feel fulfilled.

I didn't want to think about it, I was too tired. I didn't want
to fight that feeling anymore.