The low hum of the video call connected us across miles, a familiar ritual that started our evenings. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing Mistress had something special planned. Her voice, liquid velvet, came through the speakers, “Show me what you’ve been keeping secret from me.”
Obediently, I angled the camera down, revealing the cage I had worn for months. It had become looser, a fact I had hesitated to admit. Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and authority. “It seems you've grown accustomed to your restraints,” she teased, a sly smile playing on her lips.
I swallowed, the air in my bedroom feeling dense with expectation. “Yes, Mistress. I've noticed... changes.”
“Good,” she purred, a predator circling its prey. “But we can't have you slipping free now, can we?”
She gestured to the package that had arrived at my door earlier that day, a wordless command I immediately followed. When I opened the box, I found a brand new ring to relieve me of my current… issues.
My pulse quickened at the sight. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Try it on for me,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
I took a steadying breath and picked up the ring. The cool metal was unforgiving yet comforting, promising the security I craved. As I adjusted the cage, the snug fit was immediate—a stark reminder of the submission I had pledged.
She watched intently, her satisfaction evident in the arch of her brow. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect, Mistress,” I replied, the restriction both a chastisement and a balm for my restless desires.
Her gaze softened, but her authority was unwavering. “Now, let's test your resolve.”
Her instructions were precise, her voice guiding my hand as I explored my own limits under her command. Each sensation was amplified by the tightened embrace of the ring, turning every touch into a tantalizing dance on the edge of pleasure and restraint.
“Remember,” she whispered, her voice a siren's call through the screen, “every bit of you belongs to me.”
I nodded, words failing me as I surrendered to the exquisite torment she orchestrated from afar. The distance only heightened the intimacy, her power over me as tangible as the steel that held me captive.
“Good boy,” she murmured, a promise of more to come lingering in her gaze. The call ended, leaving me alone with the thrill of anticipation for our next encounter.