#Chastity #Surgery #Furry
You wake up bright and early, even though your appointment isn't until the afternoon. Your girlcock strains hard against the small metal cage you have kept it trapped in for the last two years. You wonder if she knows she is going to get a brief moment of freedom today. Far too excited to get back to sleep, you get out of bed and pull the basket of clean laundry over next to you. You toss your work clothes off to the side, and pick a cute top with an abstract pattern, pairing it with a solid black knee length skirt. It looks mild outside, so you skip leggings. You finish getting dressed in a few moments, and spend several minutes admiring yourself in the mirror. Your pert breasts look good in the form fitting top, though your cage causes a small bulge under the skirt. This is first time in a long time it has done so. The sensation of your cage wagging around free under the skirt, instead of held close with tight panties, makes you feel a little dirty. You straighten your skirt as much as you can, and accept the tiny bulge. It will be the last time she'll have the chance to do that to you. Time passes excruciatingly slowly as you pace around the house. Doing the small chores around the apartment help to pass the time. By the time your stomach rumbles for lunch, you have a sparkling clean living space. On the walk to the bus stop, you think about what to pick up on the way home. It's difficult to think about anything else than your appointment though, so you push that decision off until later. The bus is crowded today, and you have to stand. You cling to the pole, trying to contain your excitement. The sway of the bus and the rhythmic stops and starts every block swishes the hem of your skirt around your knees, and knocks your cage around between your thighs. By the time you reach your stop, you carry your purse in front to preserve your modesty as the cage pulls on your girlballs.
It's a short walk from the bus stop off to the mod and piercing shop. The cute, older, skunk at the front desk waves at you as you enter. The skunk hands you a clipboard and you sign in, your appointment still a good fifteen minutes away. You pass the board back to her and she comments “Oooh, getting locked up for life are you? That's always hot.” You notice a bulge in her skirt as she spins in her chair to file your paperwork. The clock ticks on while you wait until the mod artist is ready for you. The receptionist steals glances at you while you wait, and you decide to ask her for her number on the way out. Finally your mod artist, an anteater named Tiffany, walks out from the back. She stands about six feet in her heeled boots, and beckons you forward by wagging a single finger at you. “Ready for ya, dear.” You practically jump out of the chair, you've been waiting for this for years.
You follow Tiffany into the back of the shop, her full thighs wrapped in leather pants. The room has several posters, showing off all sorts of piercings and other modifications customers can buy. In the middle is an old looking medical exam chair, complete with stirrups. A small stool and a cart with tools sit next to the chair. A surprising number of offered modifications involve holding the customer's legs apart. Tiffany invites you to sit and spins the chair to face one of the walls. “Have you decided which piece you want for the new cage?” She points to a poster on the wall before you. The first option is called the Through and Through, and looks almost like a bike lock fed is through the new cage. Next to it is a cage called the Bulge, with a gentle curve to the urethral insert. That style would make the cage bulge out; advertising its presence. The one you want though, the last one, is called the Stealth. It's insert has a tight curve intended to force your girlcock back into your body.
You nod and point, as you knew from as soon as you saw that cage, you needed to be in it. Tiffany smiles “Let's get started then.” She sets your legs in the stirrups, and spread them apart. “First thing, we need to get you out of your current cage.” From the mirrors on the ceiling you watch Tiffany take metal snips off of a small tray on the cart. With a soft grunt of effort, Tiffany clips the two braided metal locks off of your chastity cage. Your atrophied girlprick struggles to push the cage away, even with the locks missing. Tiffany helps, placing your old cage on the same tray as her tools. Without your cage on, you actually feel naked and a touch embarrassed. Your balls jiggle and try to retract for the first time in years as she pulls off the back ring. “Don't worry the anesthesia will make them descend again when I need them.” You watch Tiffany take a syringe from the tray and then inject the contents between your legs.
“We are gonna play a little game, while we wait for that to take effect.” Her hand brushes your girlcock, the first time someone has been able to take it in their hand in ages. Her thumb rubs under the head of your member, which struggles to bring itself to an erection. She gently pumps your girlprick, coaxing it back to life, before extending her tongue and licking at the tip. Her moist mouth meets your member and your heart pumps, while a cold feeling slowly spreads up from between your thighs. She slowly pumps her head up and down, her tightly pursed lips stroking the short length in her mouth. Tiffany's thumbs press and knead under where your balls hang, sending trembles through your body. The anteater's long tongue coils around your meager shaft, stroking it while she sucks on the head of your girldick. Your fingers grip the ends of the armrests, which you try to use as leverage to push against the anteater's agile hands.
The anesthesia is starting to work, no matter how hard you grind on her hands, you can't feel them pressing on your prostate. Tiffany is aware of this, and slows how fast her tongue works your girlcock, letting the numbness slowly spread. You close your eyes, and push yourself to focus on what sensations you can still feel as the growing cold slowly approaches your member. Her claws dig into your thighs now, as she continues to tease you with the chance of a final release. A whine escapes you, as you start to feel the anesthesia work itself into your girlcock. The anteater slows as she feels your member start to soften. You open your eyes, and your gaze meets hers as you try to pump your member along her tongue. The warm, soft sensations of her mouth die away to a cold nothing. Your limp girlcock slides out of her mouth. She smiles slyly “Sorry hon, I guess you lost today. Unless you want to watch, you should probably lay back. I'll tell you what's happening as I do it.”
You decide to just let her do her job, the chance of one more orgasm having passed. She snaps on a pair of surgical gloves, and shaves between your legs before she starts to work on your body mod. She holds a pair of small silicone half spheres up. “First, a nice little home for your prostate. It's quite effective at preventing direct contact.” She continues to explain “Maybe I will give you an example after we finish.” Tiffany continues along, tunelessly humming as she performs her modest rework of your plumbing. “And now we open a new ending to your urethra between your legs. It'll take you a while to learn how to pee again, so don't be too embarrassed if you get it all over yourself.” You nod, half taking in what she is saying. “There we go hon, that's the hard part done.” Now that the surgery part is over, you watch as Tiffany picks up the slim line Stealth cage you picked out. The metal ring works just like your last cage, and the anteater deftly works it behind your still unfeeling sack.
The cage part, is what really makes the new cage different. A metal insert the length of the cage slides into your girlcock and forces your limp girlprick into a tight curve, holding it against your body. The two pieces of the cage slide together, though instead of a lock, Tiffany uses a fusing metal to make the cage one single piece. “No matter how tight, or how short your outfit is now, no one is going to be able to tell if you have anything at all.” A tingle runs up your back as you hear that, and you can't help but grin. Tiffany runs one of her hands along your ass. “One last thing, just a little demonstration.” She changes her gloves, and works a small bit of lube into your ass. The chill of the lube is different than the numb cold of the anesthesia, and tells you that feeling is starting to return to your body. Her finger slips in and you can feel her prod around, searching in you. You shift your weight slightly, helping her find your silicone coated prostate. You are sure she is in the right position, but you simply can't feel it like you are used to.
She smiles more as the realization that your last orgasm is long gone dawns upon you. The second pair of gloves join the first in the trash, and she helps you stand. Looking in the mirror, you turn from side to side admiring how the new cage forces everything tightly back against your body. “And if you ever decide you want to be rid of those little annoyances,” One of her hands brushes your balls. “Do let me know.” You quickly get dressed, wanting to pick up dinner and get home to spend the rest of the weekend resting. The receptionist skunk hands you the receipt as you finish with her, and you notice a phone number at the bottom, with her name next to it.