Golden Clitty Short Cage

The art gallery buzzed with the murmur of cultured voices, a symphony of appreciation and critique for the masterpieces on display. I was supposed to be cataloging the latest collection, but instead, found myself lost in a world far removed from art. My screen flickered images of delicate lace and daring designs, a forbidden indulgence in sissy clothing that I kept strictly in the privacy of my own mind.

My heart skipped as a soft voice cut through the air, pulling me back to reality. “Interesting choice for a workday distraction,” my boss, Ms. Carter, remarked casually. Panic surged through me. I fumbled to close the browser, but it was too late. Her striking presence all at once seemed more commanding than the art surrounding us. “Meet me in my office,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The walk to her office felt interminable, my stomach a knot of anxiety. Once inside, she closed the door with a quiet click, the sound echoing my fate. “I see you have a taste for the finer things,” she began, a hint of amusement in her voice as she gestured to my earlier indiscretion. There was no judgment, just an unsettling curiosity.

Under her desk, she retrieved a velvet bag, unveiling its contents with a flourish that left me breathless—a collection of exquisite lingerie and a golden cage, the kind I'd only ever dreamt of. “You're not alone in your interests,” she revealed, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I stammered, words failing me as she approached. The room seemed to shrink, her authority filling every inch. “You see,” she continued, her voice velvet smooth, “I've been searching for the right... protégé. Someone who needs a guiding hand.”

The implications were clear, and before I could process, she held the cage before me. “This,” she declared, “is your new reality. A testament to your commitment.”

My head spun with a cocktail of fear and excitement as she secured the cage in place, the cool metal a tangible claim to my submission. “How does it feel?” she asked, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

“Indescribable,” I whispered, the weight of the cage matched only by the gravity of what I'd surrendered.

“Good,” she purred, satisfaction lacing her words. “You'll find servitude is quite the art form. Now, get dressed.”

As I slipped into the lingerie, the delicate fabric a contradiction to the unyielding cage, I realized my life had become as vibrant and complex as the art on those gallery walls. And, in the hands of my Mistress, I was ready to be her masterpiece.

• Material: Zinc Alloy
• Color: Gold
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter)
  
  • Beetle: 2.76", 1.04"
  • Clitty: 2.36", 0.94"
• Weight:
  • Beetle: 250g
  • Clitty: 250g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.70", 1.97", 2.17"; Thickness: 1.00", 0.91", 0.94"
• Ring Shape: Oblong
• Ships With: 3 Rings, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 2 Keys, 1 Velvet Storage Bag