Arthur's fingers trembled as he gripped the airplane armrest, the absence between his legs driving him nearly insane. Seven days without his cage felt like seven months of raw vulnerability, his cock swinging free beneath his jeans in a way that made him feel exposed and wrong.
The flight attendant's voice crackled over the intercom, but Arthur barely heard her. His mind was consumed with the package waiting at Martha's apartment—the replacement ring that would finally restore his familiar confinement. The original had snapped during a particularly intense session over video call, leaving him naked and desperate while Martha watched from three thousand miles away.
"Poor baby," she'd purred through the laptop screen that night, watching him hold the broken pieces. "Looks like you'll have to suffer until the new one arrives."
Suffer was an understatement. Every morning he'd wake with his cock hard and free, able to stroke himself to completion if he chose. The temptation was maddening, but Martha's rules were absolute—no touching without permission, caged or not. He'd spent the week walking around with constant, aching arousal, his unrestrained length pressing against his pants like a guilty secret.
The plane began its descent, and Arthur's pulse quickened. Martha had texted him the tracking number obsessively—the small metal ring had arrived yesterday, waiting in its discrete packaging. Three different sizes to ensure the perfect fit, she'd explained, her voice thick with anticipation during their last call.
"I've been thinking about which one to try first," she'd whispered, her fingers disappearing beneath the camera frame. "The smallest might be too cruel after a week of freedom. Or maybe that's exactly what you need."
Arthur shifted in his seat, his free cock responding to the memory. The businessman beside him shot him an annoyed look, but Arthur didn't care. In two hours, he'd be kneeling in Martha's bedroom while she selected the proper ring, sliding the familiar cage back into place where it belonged.
His phone buzzed with a text from her: "Hope you enjoyed your last few hours of freedom. I've decided on the smallest ring."
Arthur's breath caught, his cock hardening painfully against his jeans. The other passengers continued their mundane conversations around him, oblivious to the delicious torment awaiting him. Soon he'd feel that cool metal embrace again, tight and unforgiving, exactly as it should be.
The plane touched down, and Arthur practically sprinted toward baggage claim, toward Martha, toward the sweet imprisonment he'd been craving all week.
