Douglas's fingers froze over his keyboard as Maria appeared beside his cubicle, her heels clicking against the office floor. The webpage he'd been browsing—filled with steel cages and urethral devices—blazed across his monitor like a neon confession.
"Interesting research project," Maria said, her voice carrying that same authority she used during client presentations. She leaned closer, her perfume filling the space between them as she studied the screen. "Urethral cages. That's... intense."
Heat flooded Douglas's face as he scrambled to close the browser. "I was just... curious. Thank god I'd never actually—"
"Never actually what?" Maria's hand shot out, stopping him from closing the laptop. Her dark eyes scanned the product details with predatory interest. "You're grateful you don't have to wear one?"
"Absolutely." Douglas's voice cracked slightly. "The whole urethral plug thing looks terrifying. I mean, who would voluntarily—"
"I dare you."
The words hung in the air between them like a challenge thrown down at high noon. Douglas felt his cock twitch involuntarily at her commanding tone, the same voice that had been haunting his fantasies since she'd started working in his department six months ago.
"What?"
Maria's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Order it. Wear it for twenty-four hours. If you do, I'll give you something you've been wanting for a very long time."
Douglas's mouth went dry. The way she looked at him, like she could see straight through his professional facade to the submissive desires he'd kept carefully hidden. "Maria, I don't think—"
"Chicken?" She straightened, smoothing her skirt with deliberate slowness. "I thought you might be."
Three hours later, Douglas stood naked in his bathroom, the heavy steel device cold in his trembling hands. The curved metal cage gleamed under the harsh lighting, its weight substantial and unforgiving. The urethral plug attached to the front looked impossibly intimidating.
He'd fantasized about Maria's reward through the entire drive home. Her hands on his body, her mouth claiming his, maybe even her legs wrapped around him as she rode his cock with wild abandon. The images had kept him hard and aching during the torturous wait for delivery.
Now, as he slowly worked the plug into his urethra, gasping at the foreign intrusion, he imagined her watching. The steel felt cold and unforgiving as it slid deeper, the cage encasing his shaft completely. When the lock clicked shut, trapping him inside the metal prison, his cock tried desperately to harden against the unyielding confines.
Every step sent jolts of sensation through his trapped length. The weight pulled constantly downward, a relentless reminder of his submission to Maria's dare. As he lay in bed, sleepless and aching, he pictured her stripping slowly in his bedroom, her hands guiding his mouth to her pussy while his caged cock throbbed uselessly below.
Twenty-four hours had never seemed so impossibly long.