The Extreme Guillotine

The cruise ship swayed gently beneath my feet, a silent testament to the vast ocean that surrounded us. I stood at the balcony, gazing out over the endless blue, my heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of trepidation. My Mistress had summoned me to her suite, promising an experience I'd never forget.

As I entered her room, the air was thick with an intoxicating blend of salt and perfume. She reclined on a chaise lounge, her demeanor as commanding as ever. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, locked onto mine, sending a thrill through my core.

“Strip,” she instructed, her voice a sultry command that brooked no hesitation. I complied, my clothes falling away to reveal the stainless steel cage that had become my constant companion. It was a familiar weight, comforting in its restraint, but today was different. Today, there were spikes.

“How does it feel?” she asked, approaching with the key in hand. Her touch was electric as she unlocked the cage, exposing me for the first time in what felt like ages.

“It's... different,” I admitted, the anticipation of what was to come both thrilling and terrifying.

“Good,” she purred, deftly guiding me into the new cage. I shivered as the spikes nestled against my skin—not sharp enough to puncture, but enough to remind me of my place. The lock clicked, sealing my fate for the day.

“Now, let's explore,” she declared, leading me out onto the deck. The sun was a blazing orb above us, casting a stark contrast between the freedom of the open sea and the confinement I wore beneath my clothes.

Every step was a challenge, the spikes pressing intimately against me, a constant reminder of my submission. She watched with amusement, delighting in the way I moved with newfound caution, my every gesture a testament to her power.

As we strolled through the ship, her teasing touches and whispered commands ignited a fire within me. The cage amplified every sensation, turning the simple act of walking into a tantalizing dance of pleasure and restraint.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her fingers trailing down my spine.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, breathless with the intensity of it all.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her satisfaction evident in the wicked smile she wore.

The day wore on, a blur of sensations and submission, the spikes a constant, thrilling presence. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the ocean in shades of gold and indigo, I was thoroughly hers—mind, body, and soul.

The cruise ship sailed on, but for me, the world had narrowed down to the woman who held the key to my freedom. And as she finally unlocked the cage, her touch a benediction, I knew I had found my true place.

• Material: Stainless Steel
• Ships With: 1 Ring, 2 Keys, 1 Barrel Lock, 1 Chastity Tube, 4 Allen Screws
• Width: 1.4"
• Length: 1.8"
• Ring Diameters: 1.5"/40mm, 1.7"/45mm, 1.9"/50mm