Accessory Ring for My Little Cock Device

I wake up hard again, my cock straining against nothing but air, and the emptiness feels like a physical ache. Seven days without my cage, seven nights of restless sleep where my body expects the familiar weight and restriction that's become as natural as breathing.

The broken ring sits on my nightstand like a taunt—snapped clean in half during what should have been a routine morning. One moment I was adjusting the fit, the next I was staring at two pieces of metal, my security blanket destroyed. Mistress Zara's voice echoes in my memory from our video call that night, three time zones away: "Order a replacement immediately. I don't want my pet walking around uncontrolled."

But shipping takes time, and every hour since has been torture.

My hand drifts toward my exposed cock, then stops. Even without the physical barrier, her commands still bind me. No touching without permission. No release without her presence. Yet the temptation burns stronger each day, my willpower the only thing standing between obedience and desperate rebellion.

I stumble to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. My cock hangs free and vulnerable, and I hate how wrong it looks. For months, the cage has been my constant companion—a reminder of who I belong to, what I am. Without it, I feel naked in ways that have nothing to do with clothing.

The doorbell cuts through my brooding like salvation.

I throw on shorts and race downstairs, signing for the package with shaking hands. Back in my bedroom, I tear open the box with the desperation of an addict getting his fix. The new ring gleams up at me—polished steel, perfectly sized, exactly what I need to feel whole again.

My cock is already hardening as I retrieve the cage from my dresser drawer. The familiar ritual begins: applying lube, working my shaft through the tube, positioning everything just right. But it's the moment when I slide the new ring into place that makes me gasp.

The cool metal encircles me like a lover's embrace, snug and secure. I hear the soft click of the lock mechanism engaging, and my entire body shudders with relief. The weight returns, that perfect pressure that reminds me exactly who I am and who I serve.

My phone buzzes with a text from Zara: "Package arrived yet, pet?"

I send back a photo—my caged cock, properly confined once again.

Her response comes instantly: "Good boy. Now you remember what you are."

I'm hers again, completely and utterly, just as it should be.

• Material: 304 Stainless Steel
• Color: Silver
• Ring Dimensions: 1.50", 1.62", 2.00", 2.24"
• Ring Shape: Elliptic
• Ships with: 1 Sizing Ring