Ethan paced anxiously around his bedroom, the absence of his usual adornment making him feel as exposed as if he'd been stripped naked. A week without his familiar cage had left him on edge, the phantom sensation of its embrace haunting him with every movement. The promise of its return was the only thing tethering him to sanity.
He'd ordered the replacement ring as soon as the original broke, his desperation evident in the expedited shipping. Yet each day without it had been a test of patience and endurance, his thoughts frequently wandering to Mistress Ava and her commanding presence on the other side of the screen. Their online connection had been a lifeline, her instructions a balm to his restless soul.
The chime of the doorbell sent a jolt through him, hope surging in his chest. He rushed to retrieve the package, tearing into it with a mix of relief and trepidation. The cool, gleaming ring nestled inside was a promise of the control he'd been missing—a promise of her.
Back in the bedroom, he kneeled before his laptop, the webcam flickering to life as Mistress Ava's image filled the screen. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes alight with the authority that both comforted and challenged him.
“Present yourself,” she commanded, her voice a sultry blend of control and anticipation.
Ethan obeyed, his hands deftly fitting the ring into place, securing the cage around him once more. The metal was cool, familiar, and the sensation of it clicking shut sent a shiver through his entire being. It was as if the missing piece of himself had finally been restored.
“How does it feel?” Mistress Ava inquired, her gaze never leaving his.
“Right, Mistress,” he replied, his voice a mixture of relief and longing, the weight of the cage a reassuring presence.
“Good. Now, show me your dedication,” she instructed, leaning forward in her chair, her eyes dark with intent.
As he complied, every touch, every whispered command heightened by the cage's restraint, Ethan felt the world narrow to the two of them—her voice, her control, his willing submission. The product was merely a tool, a catalyst for the dynamic they shared, one that transcended the physical distance between them.
“Tonight, you'll be reminded of what it means to truly surrender,” she promised, and Ethan knew that this was just the beginning of the night's journey into the depths of their shared desires.