The train hummed beneath us, a rhythmic reminder of how quickly things had changed. I glanced around the carriage, feeling unusually self-conscious, knowing the secret I carried beneath my clothes.
She sat across from me, a woman I'd met only moments ago. Her confidence was magnetic, her eyes a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through me. My heart raced as I felt the loose shift of my chastity cage—a sensation all too familiar these days.
“You seem... distracted,” she noted, a smirk playing at her lips. Her voice was a hushed whisper, meant only for me over the clatter of the train.
“Just... thinking,” I replied, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. The cage felt looser than it should, a constant reminder of my predicament.
She leaned closer, her lips almost brushing my ear. “I can tell something's changed. You're not as secure as you should be, are you?”
Her words sent a jolt through my body, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “No,” I admitted, my voice barely a murmur. “I've been wearing it for a few months now, and... it feels different.”
A knowing smile spread across her face. “Chastity shrinkage,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Your body adapting to the cage's embrace.”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing with heat. “I need a smaller ring,” I confessed, the admission both mortifying and liberating. “I did some research, and found a set that fits my current one.”
She laughed softly, a sound that vibrated down my spine. “Well, let's fix that, shall we?”
I blinked, glancing around nervously. “Here? On the train?”
“Why not?” she challenged, her eyes daring me. “You'll feel more secure, and besides, the thrill is in the risk.”
My heart hammered in my chest as she produced a small box from her bag, her movements confident and sure. I watched, entranced, as she slipped out a sleek metal ring, its promise of a snug fit glinting under the harsh train lights.
“Stand,” she ordered, her voice a sultry command that left no room for hesitation.
I rose to my feet, my pulse thundering in my ears as she guided me to a secluded corner of the train. Her fingers were deft and experienced, securing the new ring in place with an ease that left me breathless.
“Better?” she asked, fastening the lock with a satisfying click.
“Much,” I whispered, the snug embrace of the ring a comforting weight, a reminder of my surrender.
“Good,” she purred, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Now, enjoy the ride.”
