The evening sun cast long shadows across the minimalist living room where David sat, his fingers tapping restlessly on the wooden table. His wife, Eliza, had promised a night of exploration, and his anticipation was palpable.
“There you are,” her voice rang out, crisp and authoritative, as she appeared from the hallway, her silhouette framed by the gentle glow from the overhead lights. In her hands, she held a small box, the promise of an evening filled with thrilling restraint.
David’s heart sank momentarily as he opened the package to reveal a new cage—one he had ordered with eagerness—only to find it missing a crucial component. His excitement was tethered with disappointment.
Eliza sensed his deflation and arched a brow, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her lips. “What's wrong?”
“No ring,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
She chuckled softly, an elegant sound that filled the room. “Oh, I know just where to find one. You didn't think I’d let you off so easily, did you?”
Eliza led him to the study, where she deftly navigated her laptop, pulling up a site she’d visited before. “Lock the Cock,” she mused, her fingers dancing across the keys. “They have everything you’ll need to make sure you’re properly contained.”
Within moments, she found what they were looking for—a replacement ring, perfectly suited to complete the device. She turned the screen towards him, her eyes locking onto his with a knowing gleam.
“Add it to the cart,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. The thrill of submission washed over him as he complied, the act a reaffirmation of the dynamic they so relished.
With the order placed, Eliza reclaimed her position of power, her presence magnetic. “Until it arrives,” she teased, reaching into the drawer for an interim solution. Her fingers grazed a cold metal ring, a familiar weight in her palm. “This will do.”
She approached him with deliberate grace, securing the ring in place with practiced ease. The cool metal kissed his skin, a precursor to the evening’s pleasures.
“How does that feel?” she asked, though it was less a question and more an assertion of her control.
“Tight, like you like it,” he replied, a shiver of anticipation coursing through him.
“Perfect,” she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Now, let’s see if you can handle what I have in store for you tonight.”