The Iron Maiden Plastic Cock Restraint

Nicholas stared at the mysterious black bag Cynthia had set on his coffee table, his heart racing as she flashed that mischievous grin he'd come to both love and fear over the past few months. They'd been dancing around something deeper than their casual office flirtation, and tonight felt different.

"I brought something special," she announced, unzipping the bag with theatrical flair. "Time we tried something fun."

The clear plastic device she pulled out made Nicholas's eyes widen. He'd seen things like this online but never imagined...

"A chastity cage?" he squeaked, his voice cracking like a teenager's.

"Don't look so terrified," Cynthia laughed, examining the transparent contraption. "It's for beginners. Perfect for you."

What followed was possibly the most awkward twenty minutes of Nicholas's adult life. The instruction manual might as well have been written in ancient Sanskrit, and Cynthia's helpful commentary of "No, that ring's too big" and "Stop tensing up, you're making this harder" didn't exactly boost his confidence.

"Ow, fuck, that pinches," he yelped as she attempted to guide him into the curved plastic tube.

"Language," Cynthia scolded playfully, then burst into giggles when the whole apparatus slipped from her hands and clattered onto the hardwood floor. "Okay, maybe we need more lube."

By attempt number three, they were both laughing so hard that Nicholas couldn't stay still long enough for proper fitting. Cynthia had to pin his wrists above his head on the couch, straddling his hips while she worked the device into place with determined concentration.

"There," she finally announced triumphantly, clicking the lock closed. "How does it feel?"

Nicholas shifted experimentally, the plastic pressing against him in unfamiliar ways. "Weird. But also..." He met her eyes, surprised by the heat building in his chest. "Kind of incredible."

Cynthia's fingers traced along his jaw possessively. "I can see everything through the plastic," she murmured, her voice taking on a commanding edge that made his confined cock twitch uselessly. "Every frustrated little pulse."

She ground against him slowly, watching his face contort with desperate need as the cage prevented any real response to her movements.

"We're definitely doing this again," she decided, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. "But next time, we're reading the instructions first."

Nicholas groaned against her lips, already planning their next encounter.

• Material: Thermoplastic Rubber
• Color: Transparent
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 2.76", 1.25"
• Weight: 70g
• Thru Hole: 0.35"
• Ball Threshold: 0.91"
• Ships with: 1 TPR Cage