The Prison Cell

The box sits on my nightstand like a loaded gun, taunting me every time I catch sight of it from the corner of my eye. Three weeks now since it arrived, and I still haven't worked up the balls to open the damn thing.

Rebecca's voice echoes in my head from our last video call, that sultry laugh when I told her I'd finally ordered it. "My brave boy," she'd purred from her apartment in Seattle, three thousand miles of distance between us that might as well be an ocean. "I can't wait to see you in it."

But here I am, Ryan the coward, jerking off to her commands through a laptop screen while the real thing sits unopened beside my bed.

My cock stirs as I remember her instructions from last night's call. She'd made me stroke myself to the edge three times, then stop. "Imagine if you couldn't touch yourself at all," she'd whispered, her fingers disappearing beneath the camera frame. "Imagine if I controlled every sensation, every moment of pleasure."

The fantasy had me coming harder than I had in months.

But fantasy and reality are different beasts entirely. What if it doesn't fit? What if I panic? What if she decides to keep me locked longer than we agreed? The questions spiral through my mind like vultures.

My phone buzzes. A text from her: "Video call in five minutes. I hope you have something interesting to show me, baby."

Fuck. She knows. Rebecca always knows when I'm stalling, when I'm letting my fears override my desires. I can picture her expression already, that mixture of disappointment and determination that means she's done playing games.

My hands shake as I finally grab the package, tearing through the tape with desperate fingers. The cardboard falls away, revealing tissue paper and something that makes my breath catch in my throat.

Cold stainless steel gleams back at me, twisted into an almost impossible angle that looks both beautiful and terrifying. The metal catches the bedroom light, its surface mirror-bright and unforgiving. Perforations dot the curved end like tiny windows, and the weight of it in my palm feels substantial, permanent.

This isn't some cheap toy. This is serious hardware, designed to transform me into exactly what Rebecca wants me to become.

Her ringtone cuts through my racing thoughts. I stare at the steel cage in my trembling hand, then at her name flashing on my screen.

Time to stop being a coward.

Time to become hers completely.

• Material: 304 Stainless Steel
• Color: Silver
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 3.74", 1.46"
• Weight: 210g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.57", 1.77", 1.97"
• Ring Shape: Circle
• Ships with: 1 Ring, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 2 Keys