The Locked Sissy

The grand opening of the art gallery was the talk of the town. Patrons glided between exhibits, the air buzzing with cultured chatter, yet my focus was solely on the woman by my side. Mistress Julia, with her commanding presence and keen eye for detail, had orchestrated an evening that would be anything but ordinary.

“Stay close,” she whispered, her voice a silky command as her fingers lightly grazed my wrist—a touch that promised both pleasure and punishment.

Hidden beneath the tailored suit she insisted I wear was a secret reminder of my devotion. The pink resin cage, snug and unyielding, pressed into my skin, a constant reminder of my submission. It was a peculiar mix of vulnerability and arousal, heightened by the knowledge of where we were headed next: the local BDSM club night.

As we moved through the gallery, she paused occasionally to critique a painting or sculpture, her sharp tongue leaving me both amused and in awe. I could feel eyes on me, unaware of the pink device that held me captive, and yet somehow, that knowledge made my heart race with a strange excitement.

“Is that discomfort I see?” she teased, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she caught me shifting in my stance.

“Just eager to continue our evening,” I murmured, the restraint intensifying with every subtle movement.

“Good,” she purred, leading me out into the night.

The club was alive with vibrant energy, its patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace—a stark contrast to the refined setting we had just left. Mistress Julia guided me through the crowd, her grip firm and reassuring.

Once inside, her plans for me became clear. She gestured for the others to gather, a silent command that needed no words. My cheeks burned as she drew attention to my predicament, her laughter mingling with that of the onlookers.

“Doesn't he look pretty in pink?” she announced, her voice a mix of pride and playfulness.

The humiliation was sharp but not unwelcome. It was a part of the dynamic we shared, a game where she set the rules and I willingly played along.

As the evening wore on, each laugh and jest only deepened my submission, the cage a constant reminder of who held the power. Mistress Julia's gaze, both tender and tyrannical, assured me that this was exactly where I belonged.

In the cacophony of laughter and whispered secrets, I embraced my role, the pink resin a testament to the depths of my devotion—and the limits I was willing to explore under her command.

Material: ABS

Color: Pink

Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 0.43", 1.14"

Weight: 73g

Ring Dimensions: 1.65", 1.77", 1.89", 2.05"; Thickness: 0.31"

Ring Shape: Irregular Circle

Ships With: 4 Rings, 2 Keys, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 1 Velvet Bag