Jerry's hands shook as he stared at his naked cock for the seventh morning in a row. The familiar weight was gone, that constant reminder of Rachel's control over him even though she was three thousand miles away finishing her master's degree. Without the cage, he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made his skin crawl.
The damn ring had snapped last Tuesday during his morning shower. One moment he was safely contained in Rachel's steel embrace, the next he was holding two pieces of broken metal, his cock springing free for the first time in months.
"Fuck," he whispered, running his fingers along his shaft. Even touching himself felt wrong now, like cheating. Rachel had trained him so well that freedom felt like punishment.
His phone buzzed with a text from her: *Package should arrive today. Don't you dare touch yourself before it gets there.*
Jerry groaned, his cock twitching at her commanding tone even through a screen. She'd ordered the replacement ring the moment he'd sent her the photo of the broken pieces, but waiting had been agony. Every night he'd lain in bed, his hands itching to stroke himself, only to remember her rules. Caged or not, his orgasms belonged to her.
The university campus felt different as he walked to his afternoon lecture. Students passed by, completely unaware that beneath his jeans, Jerry was experiencing a freedom he no longer wanted. His cock moved freely against the fabric, an alien sensation that made him constantly aware of what was missing.
By the time he returned to his dorm, Jerry was practically vibrating with anticipation. The small package waited on his desk like salvation, Rachel's careful handwriting on the shipping label making his heart race.
Inside, the silver ring gleamed against black tissue paper. Jerry's breathing quickened as he stripped off his clothes, his cock already hardening at the thought of being properly contained again.
The metal felt cold against his skin as he positioned everything carefully. The cage slid over his shaft like coming home, the familiar pressure both restrictive and comforting. When the new ring clicked into place, Jerry nearly came from relief alone.
His phone rang immediately. Rachel's face filled the screen, her dark eyes taking in his naked torso with obvious satisfaction.
"Better?" she asked, though her smile said she already knew the answer.
"God, yes," Jerry breathed, his caged cock already straining against the steel. "I feel like myself again."
"Good boy," Rachel purred. "Now show me how much you missed being mine."