I stared at the sleek metal cage sitting useless on my coffee table, my excitement from three days ago completely deflated. Marcus had recommended this particular model after I'd confessed my curiosity about chastity play, and I'd been counting down the hours until it arrived.
"Fuck," I muttered, turning the package inside out for the third time. No ring. The damn thing came without a cock ring, making it completely unwearable.
My phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: *How's the new toy working out?*
*It's not,* I typed back, explaining the missing component. *Guess I'm returning it.*
*Don't be an idiot,* came his quick reply. *Check Lock the Cock's website. They sell replacement rings separately.*
I grabbed my laptop, pulling up their site with desperate hope. Sure enough, there it was—a whole section dedicated to accessory rings. Multiple sizes in polished silver metal, designed specifically for situations like mine.
"Holy shit," I breathed, scrolling through the options. The product descriptions were thorough, detailing everything from shower-safe construction to the substantial weight of the metal. I measured myself quickly, my cock already hardening at the thought of finally being able to use the cage.
The 1.77-inch ring looked perfect. I added it to my cart, selecting overnight shipping despite the extra cost. My fingers trembled slightly as I entered my payment information—this felt like crossing a line I'd been dancing around for months.
Within minutes, my phone chimed with the confirmation email. Tomorrow evening, I'd finally experience what I'd been fantasizing about.
I picked up the cage again, imagining how it would feel with the proper ring securing everything in place. The smooth metal would press against my skin, the weight a constant reminder of my choice to embrace this side of myself. My cock throbbed as I pictured sliding into the restrictive tube, the click of the lock sealing my fate.
Marcus was right—I'd been an idiot to consider returning it. Sometimes the best things required a little extra effort.
I set the cage back on the table, but this time it didn't mock me. Instead, it waited patiently, just like I would have to. Twenty-four more hours, and then I could finally discover what I'd been missing.
My hand drifted to my hardening cock, stroking slowly as I imagined tomorrow night. This might be one of the last times I'd have complete control over my own pleasure.
I intended to make it count.