Felt Chastity Cage Storage Pouch 10 Pieces

Tyler's fork froze halfway to his mouth as he caught sight of the small felt pouch dangling from Janet's wrist like an innocent accessory. The soft cotton bag swayed gently as she reached for her wine glass, and his stomach clenched with the knowledge of what lay hidden inside.

"The pasta's getting cold," Janet observed, her eyes sparkling with wicked amusement as she watched him stare at the unassuming pouch. To anyone else in the bustling restaurant, it looked like a simple drawstring bag—perhaps containing jewelry or makeup. Only Tyler knew the steel cage nestled within those protective cotton walls.

"I can't concentrate," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The ambient chatter of other diners felt distant as his world narrowed to that damn pouch and the promise it represented.

Janet leaned forward, her fingers toying with the nylon strings. "You've been thinking about it all week, haven't you? Ever since I showed you what I bought." Her thumb traced the soft fabric meaningfully. "Wondering when I'd finally decide you've had enough freedom."

Tyler's cock twitched traitorously in his pants, already responding to her commanding tone. "Janet, please..."

"Please what?" She opened the pouch just enough for him to glimpse the cold metal inside before pulling it closed again. "Please let you keep jerking off whenever you want? Please pretend I don't own every orgasm you'll ever have?"

The waiter approached their table, and Janet smiled sweetly, ordering dessert while Tyler struggled to maintain composure. The moment they were alone again, her expression shifted back to that predatory intensity that made his pulse race.

"I've been carrying this around all evening," she continued, lifting her wrist so the pouch caught the restaurant's warm lighting. "Thinking about how it's going to feel wrapped around your cock. How desperate you'll get when I decide you've been locked up long enough."

Tyler's breathing grew ragged. "How long?"

"However long I choose." Her fingers slipped beneath the table, finding his thigh and squeezing possessively. "Maybe a week. Maybe a month. Maybe I'll keep you caged until you're begging me just to touch you through the bars."

The dessert arrived, but Tyler couldn't taste anything past the anticipation burning through his veins. Janet ate slowly, deliberately, making him wait while the steel device seemed to pulse with promise from within its soft cotton prison.

"Finish your wine," she commanded finally, standing and slinging the pouch over her shoulder. "We're going home, and you're going to strip the moment we walk through that door."

• Material: Cotton, Nylon
• Color: Black
• Pouch Dimensions: (Length, Width) 4.72", 3.54"
• Ships with: 1 Single Pouch