The sharp crack of metal against metal echoed through Jacqueline's bedroom as Carl's restraint gave way under her relentless rhythm. She froze mid-thrust, the strap-on still buried deep inside him as he remained bent over her leather bench, breathing heavily.
"Well, that's inconvenient," she murmured, examining the broken ring that had clattered to the hardwood floor. Carl's cock hung free now, already beginning to swell from its enforced captivity. "Don't you dare get any ideas, pet."
Carl whimpered as she withdrew from him, leaving him empty and aching. His shaft twitched as cool air hit his newly liberated flesh, but he knew better than to touch himself without permission.
"Stay exactly where you are," Jacqueline commanded, her heels clicking as she moved to her dresser. She pulled open the bottom drawer, revealing an organized collection of backup equipment. "This is why I keep spares. You're not my first eager little toy to break his cage during a session."
She selected a slightly smaller ring from the neat row of silver circles, testing its weight in her palm. "This one should keep you more secure. I was being too gentle with the last size."
Carl's breathing quickened as she returned, the cold metal already making his skin prickle with anticipation. His cock had grown fully hard in the brief moments of freedom, making the recaging process deliciously uncomfortable.
"Such a needy little thing," Jacqueline purred, roughly handling his erection as she worked the new ring into place. The steel bit into his flesh more snugly than before, the cage settling with a decisive click that made his knees shake.
She tested the fit with a sharp tug that had him gasping against the leather bench. "Much better. This won't be going anywhere, no matter how rough I get with you."
Her fingers traced the locked device possessively before she moved back to retrieve her strap-on. "Now, where were we before you so rudely interrupted our play?"
Carl felt the blunt head pressing against his entrance again, his newly imprisoned cock already straining uselessly against the unforgiving steel. The tighter ring made every pulse of arousal more intense, more maddening.
"Ready to continue?" Jacqueline asked, though they both knew it wasn't really a question. Her hands gripped his hips as she pushed forward, filling him completely while his cock remained helplessly trapped.
"Yes, Mistress," he managed to gasp as she began moving again, each thrust making the cage shift and remind him exactly who owned his pleasure.