Voluntary Confinement

Michael's stomach churned as Danica pulled the delicate red silicone cage from its packaging, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. They'd been dating for six months, but tonight in their Lisbon hotel room, she was revealing a side of herself he'd never seen.

"You always complain about how men treat me when we go out," she purred, running her fingers along the smooth curves of the device. "Tonight, you're going to experience it firsthand."

Before he could protest, she was on her knees, working his flaccid cock into the soft cage with practiced efficiency. The silicone felt warm against his skin, snug but not uncomfortable, until she secured it in place. His breathing quickened as the reality hit him.

"Perfect," Danica announced, stepping back to admire her work. "Now for the rest of your outfit."

The next hour was a blur of humiliation as she transformed him. Makeup, a blonde wig, a short dress that barely covered his caged cock, heels that made him wobble. When she finally led him out into the bustling nightlife of Bairro Alto, Michael's face burned with shame.

The first man approached within minutes at the crowded bar. "Bonita," he slurred in Portuguese, his hands immediately grabbing at Michael's waist. The cage pressed against his confined cock as panic flooded through him, but Danica just watched with amusement, sipping her wine.

"Dance with him," she commanded when Michael tried to escape.

On the dance floor, the stranger's hands roamed freely, squeezing Michael's ass, grinding against him. The cage made every movement a reminder of his helplessness. Other men circled like sharks, each one bolder than the last.

"Your friend is very popular," Danica observed when Michael finally stumbled back to their table, his makeup smeared, dress disheveled. "Three phone numbers already."

"Please," Michael whispered, his voice cracking. "Can we go?"

"One more club," she decided, finishing her drink. "I want you to really understand what I deal with every weekend."

The second venue was worse. Hands grabbed at him constantly, men pressing against him in the crowd, their crude comments in Portuguese and English making his cheeks flame. The silicone cage grew slick with his nervous sweat, a constant reminder that his body no longer belonged to him.

By the time they returned to the hotel, Michael was shaking. Danica pushed him against the door, her lips finding his neck.

"Now you know," she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup the cage possessively. "How it feels to be prey."

• Material: Thermoplastic Rubber
• Color: Red, Clear, Black
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 3.67", 1.42"
• Weight: 70g
• Thru Hole: 0.35"
• Ball Threshold: 0.91"
• Ships with: 1 TPR Cage