Accessory Ring for Steel Bird Holy Trainer

The museum's hushed ambiance was shattered by the click of my heels echoing across the marble floor. My heart drummed with anticipation; today wasn't just about art. It was about submission, the thrill of relinquishing control to a stranger I met mere hours ago.

I had been using my cage regularly; its snug embrace once a constant reminder of my vow to remain chaste for Mistress. But lately, it felt loose, a treacherous comfort that gnawed at my commitment. Chastity shrinkage, they called it—a problem needing a swift remedy.

As I rounded a corner, the grandeur of a marble statue loomed, its imposing presence mirroring Mistress's commanding aura. She appeared, a vision of elegance and dominance, her eyes locking mine with a promise of both pleasure and discipline.

“You're late,” she noted, her voice a silken challenge.

“Apologies, Mistress,” I stammered, a flush creeping up my neck.

Her smile was a mix of amusement and authority. “We have a task, don't we?” Without waiting for a response, she led me to a secluded alcove, the art around us watching silently, witnessing our clandestine rendezvous.

Mistress produced a small, sleek accessory ring from her bag. The cold metal gleamed under the gallery lights, a silent testament to its purpose. “Your devotion will be tested,” she declared, her fingers deftly fitting the new ring around me. Its snug embrace was both a relief and a torment, reminding me of the power she wielded.

“How does it feel?” she asked, though the question was rhetorical. Her eyes held the answer, knowing the pressure was just right.

“Perfect, Mistress,” I confessed, the sensation both grounding and exhilarating.

“Good. Now, let's see your resolve.” Her voice was a velvet whip, her touch a masterstroke as she traced the contours of the cage. A shiver coursed through me, the museum's grandeur fading to the background as her authority enveloped me.

She guided me against the cool wall, her presence overwhelming. Her hands orchestrated a symphony of pleasure and restraint, each touch amplifying the sweet agony of my confinement. The art around us faded to a blur; my world narrowed to her touch, her command.

“Remember,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “I hold the key to your freedom.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I breathed, the words a pledge and a surrender.

The museum stood silent, a cathedral of art and submission, bearing witness to our illicit dance of dominance and devotion.

• Ring Diameters:
  • 1.6"/40mm
  • 1.8"/45mm
  • 2"/50mm