My girlfriend dragged me to get fitted for a tux for her cousin’s wedding in March. Since I wasn’t part of the wedding party, I thought I’d have some freedom in choosing my style, but she insisted on coming along “to make sure you don’t pick something ridiculous.” The moment we walked into the shop, she zeroed in on a female salesperson and waved her over. “We need some help,” she announced, giving me that look that meant I should keep quiet while the adults talked.

She was the one measuring me, and when she got to my inseam, her fingers deliberately lingered against my cage, sending a jolt through my entire body. My heart hammered against my ribs as she looked directly into my eyes and asked, “For the wedding, will you be caged, or allowed to hang free?” I felt my face burn like I’d been slapped. My girlfriend’s hand clamped possessively on my shoulder while they discussed my genitals as casually as if they were deciding on a tie color. “I think I’ll have him unlocked that day,” my girlfriend announced with a predatory smile. “I want full access to what’s mine.”

That meant my girlfriend had to unlock my chastity cage right there in the fitting room. My cock throbbed painfully against its plastic prison while she fished the tiny key from between her breasts, her eyes never leaving mine. “Pants down,” she commanded, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. I exposed myself, half-hard and desperate, while the saleswoman watched hungrily and some guy from men’s accessories suddenly found reasons to reorganize nearby displays. When the cage finally came off, my dick sprang free, flushed and swollen from confinement, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip.

The sales lady then resumed measuring my inseam, her manicured fingers brushing against my naked shaft as it swelled and throbbed. My cock twitched with each touch, growing harder by the second until it was pointing straight at her. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I looked to my girlfriend for clarity, then she started laughing, and so did the sales lady. There I was with my pants around my ankles, my dick fully erect and leaking pre-cum, being mocked while my balls tightened with arousal I couldn’t control.

“Surprise,” my girlfriend purred. “Melissa and I go way back. We’ve been planning this little show for weeks—seeing how hard we could make you before you realized you were being played.”