The Basilisk

The university library was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of pages turning. I sat in a secluded corner, my laptop open, but my mind far from my studies. The anticipation was electric, a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. Mistress had promised a session that would push my boundaries, and I was eager to please her.

A notification buzzed on my phone, her message succinct: “Meet me in the lecture hall. Now.”

I hurried across campus, my heart pounding with each step. The hall was dimly lit, abandoned at this late hour. Mistress stood near the podium, a commanding presence with an air of authority that sent a thrill down my spine.

“You're here,” she noted, her voice both welcoming and dangerous. “Kneel.”

I obeyed, the cold linoleum pressing into my knees. She approached, her heels clicking ominously. In her hands, she held the device—a gleaming restraint with an aura of both allure and menace. Its spiked ring was a promise of the intensity to come.

“Tonight, we go further,” she declared. “You will test your limits for me.”

The cool metal encased me, the spikes an ever-present tease. Mistress secured it with a firm click, the lock a symbol of my surrender.

“Does it challenge you?” she asked, not for permission, but for acknowledgement of the power she wielded.

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, the mix of discomfort and exhilaration threatening to overwhelm me.

“Good,” she purred, satisfied. Her fingers danced over my skin, a prelude to the trials she had planned.

With each command, each touch, she orchestrated a symphony of sensation and denial. The spikes added an edge to her caresses, turning pleasure into a delicious torment that bordered on the unbearable.

“Beg,” she instructed, her voice velvet yet unyielding.

“Please, Mistress,” I gasped, each word a plea for release, for more, for anything she deemed fit to grant.

The restraint heightened every sensation, the spikes a reminder of the boundaries I dared not cross without her permission. I was at her mercy, a willing participant in this exquisite game of power and submission.

“You'll remember this,” she promised, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And you'll crave it again.”

As the session reached its crescendo, I knew she was right. This experience, this surrender, was etched into my very being. Mistress had claimed her place in my world, and I relished the thought of what lay ahead.

• Material: Stainless Steel
• Ships With: 1 Ring, 3 Keys, 1 Padlock, 1 Chastity Tube, 1 Ring Spacer, 1 Securing Pin, 1 Rubber Tube, 1 Spiked Ring
• Width: 1.3"
• Length: 3.3"
• Ring Diameters: 1.5"/38m, 1.6"/41mm, 1.7"/44mm, 1.9"/47mm, 2"/50mm