Locked Twice Secured Metal BDSM Collar

The package from Cheryl arrived on a Tuesday, and I knew exactly what it contained before I even opened it. Three months of long-distance submission had taught me to recognize that particular weight, that deliberate heft of metal wrapped in discrete packaging.

My hands trembled as I lifted the dual-chained collar from its box. The iron links caught the afternoon light streaming through my apartment windows, each connection forged with the kind of permanence that made my cock strain against the familiar confines of my cage. Where the cage remained my hidden secret, this would be something else entirely.

"Wear it tomorrow," her text had commanded. "All day. I want you thinking of me with every breath."

Now, standing in my bathroom mirror the next morning, I fastened the heavy chains around my neck. The weight settled against my throat like an anchor, the metal cool against my skin. Unlike the discrete prison between my legs that nobody could see, this collar would be visible to anyone who looked closely enough.

The subway ride to work became an exercise in exquisite torture. Every glance from a stranger felt loaded with meaning. Did they know? Could they tell this wasn't just an edgy fashion choice? The metal pressed against my pulse point with each heartbeat, a constant reminder of Cheryl's control stretching across the miles between us.

My colleague Janet did a double-take when I walked into the office. "Nice necklace, Harold. Very... bold."

"Thanks," I managed, my voice rougher than usual. The cage tightened around my cock as heat flooded my face. The combination of visible submission and hidden restraint created a feedback loop of arousal and denial that had me dizzy by lunch.

In the elevator, a woman with sharp eyes and red lipstick studied the chains openly. "Interesting jewelry," she murmured, stepping closer. "Does it mean what I think it means?"

My throat worked against the metal as I swallowed hard. "Maybe."

Her smile was predatory. "Lucky woman, whoever she is."

By evening, every nerve in my body was on fire. The collar had transformed my entire day into foreplay, each interaction charged with the knowledge of what I wore beneath my clothes and around my neck. When Cheryl finally called, I was practically vibrating with need.

"How was your day, pet?" she purred through the screen.

"Torture," I gasped, my hand instinctively moving to touch the chains.

"Perfect. Tomorrow, I want you to wear it to dinner with your parents."

• Material: Zinc Alloy
• Color: Silver
• Necklace Dimensions: (Full Length, Adjustable Length) 27.17", 11.81" – 15.67"
• Ships with: 1 Chain Necklace