The moment I unboxed the accessory rings, I felt a thrill of anticipation. My cage had been feeling looser lately, a subtle reminder of my gradual chastity shrinkage. The loose fit gave me pause, a whisper of vulnerability that I could not ignore. Determined to correct this oversight, I had ordered the smaller rings, eager to reassert my submission to my Mistress, even from miles away.
As I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone buzzed with a message. It was her, my Mistress, reminding me of our virtual session later that evening. Her words were succinct, yet they held an authority that sent shivers down my spine. “Be ready,” she had instructed, and I knew precisely what she meant.
With careful hands, I selected the snug ring from the set. The solid metal felt cool and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth of my skin. As I fitted it into place, the sensation was both familiar and electrifying, a testament to the power I had willingly relinquished to her.
The hours leading up to our session were a haze of anticipation. I busied myself with mundane tasks, each moment punctuated by the persistent reminder of the new ring's embrace. It held me in its unyielding grip, a symbol of my devotion and the trust I placed in her hands.
When the time finally arrived, I logged onto our virtual platform. There she was, a vision of authority and allure, her presence commanding even through the screen. Her gaze locked with mine, and I felt the distance between us dissolve, her control palpable across the miles.
“Show me,” she ordered, her voice a seductive melody that wrapped around me. I obeyed, adjusting the angle so she could view my newly secured cage, the accessory ring gleaming under the soft light of my apartment.
Her smile was one of approval, a silent acknowledgment of my submission. “Good boy,” she purred, her words a caress that reached deep into my being. “Tonight, you'll understand the true meaning of restraint.”
What followed was a symphony of sensations, her commands guiding me through a dance of pleasure and denial. Each stroke, each whispered order was amplified by the ring's presence, turning desire into a sweet torment I couldn't escape. I was hers, body and soul, and in that moment of shared intimacy, I realized the true depth of trust we had built.
This was no longer just play; it was a testament to the bond we had forged. The ring was a constant reminder of her control, and as the night unfolded, I surrendered fully to the exquisite balance of power between us.