The crack echoed through the vineyard's private tasting room like a gunshot. Douglas froze mid-thrust, his body pressed against the oak wine barrel as Diane's strap-on filled him completely. The sharp metallic ping that followed made his stomach drop.
"Fuck," Diane breathed, her hands gripping his hips. She pulled out slowly, leaving him empty and aching. "Your ring just snapped."
Douglas looked down at his caged cock, seeing the broken metal piece dangling uselessly from the base. Three months of online sessions had built to this weekend—their first meeting in person at her family's vineyard—and now his chastity device was falling apart.
"Stay exactly where you are," Diane commanded, her voice carrying that same authority that had captivated him through countless video calls. She strode naked across the room to an antique dresser, her curves magnificent in the afternoon light streaming through the windows.
Douglas remained bent over the barrel, his ass still slick with lube, watching as she rummaged through the top drawer. His broken cage hung awkwardly, the damaged ring cutting into his skin.
"I keep spares," Diane said matter-of-factly, returning with a gleaming metal ring. "I can be quite rough with my toys, and I refuse to let equipment failure interrupt our fun."
She knelt before him, her fingers working efficiently to remove the broken pieces. The cool air hit his freed cock, and he groaned as blood rushed back into his shaft. For a moment, he was completely uncaged, completely free.
"Don't even think about it," Diane warned, noticing his growing erection. Her hand wrapped around his base, squeezing firmly. "This belongs to me."
She selected the new ring carefully, testing the fit before sliding it into place. The metal felt colder than the previous one, tighter, more unforgiving. The cage clicked back into position with mechanical precision.
"There," she said, standing and admiring her work. "Much better. This one won't break no matter how hard I fuck you."
Douglas tested the new restraint, feeling how securely it gripped him. The metal was perfectly smooth, engineered for extended wear without compromise.
Diane retrieved her strap-on, the thick silicone cock glistening with fresh lube. "Now then," she purred, positioning herself behind him again. "Where were we?"
She thrust into him without warning, harder than before, her hands gripping his hips with bruising force. Douglas cried out, his newly caged cock straining uselessly against the unforgiving metal.
"Ready to continue, my sweet boy?"
