Holy Trainer V3 Pink

My phone buzzes at 35,000 feet, the airplane wifi finally connecting as we level off over the Atlantic. Nancy's message appears on my screen, and my stomach drops.

"Time for number eight, Christopher. You have until we land to send me your idea, or you're staying locked for another month."

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the pink resin cage pressing against me beneath my jeans. Three weeks I've been trapped in this thing, three weeks of desperate aching while Nancy enjoys every moment of my torment from her apartment in London. The lightweight material makes it easy to forget sometimes, until moments like this when my cock tries uselessly to harden.

The businessman next to me glances over as I type frantically. Eight different ways to make her come. I've already suggested my tongue on her clit, my fingers inside her while she rides my face, the vibrator she keeps in her nightstand, using ice cubes to tease her nipples before warming them with my mouth, tying her to the bed and eating her pussy for hours, fucking her with that glass dildo while I'm forced to watch, and yesterday's desperate suggestion of letting her grind against my caged cock until she climaxes.

But number eight? My mind is blank.

"Having trouble, baby?" Another message. She knows exactly when my flight lands, probably tracking it online while she touches herself in ways I can only dream about.

I close my eyes, remembering the last video call before I left for this business trip. Nancy had stripped slowly, her fingers sliding between her thighs while I begged through the screen. The cage had felt impossibly tight then, the smooth resin unforgiving against my desperate flesh.

"What about the shower?" I type quickly. "Pressing you against the glass door, my mouth on your pussy while the hot water runs over us both."

The response comes immediately: "Boring. Try again."

Fuck. The pressure builds in my chest as much as between my legs. Nancy doesn't make idle threats. Last month she'd kept me locked an extra two weeks just because I'd complained about the cage being too tight.

"The mirror in your bedroom," I text, my fingers shaking. "Making you watch yourself come on my tongue, forcing you to see how beautiful you look when you lose control."

Three dots appear, then disappear. My heart hammers as the plane begins its descent toward Heathrow.

"Better. But not quite there yet. You have until customs clearance."

I stare out the window at the lights below, my caged cock throbbing with need and panic in equal measure.

• Material: ABS Bio-Sourced Resin
• Color: Pink
• Cage Dimensions (Inner Length, Inner Diameter):
  Nub: 0.87", 1.30"
  Small: 1.77", 1.26"
  Standard: 3.74", 1.77"
• Weight: 132g, 145g, 155g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.77", 1.85", 1.97", 2.24"; Thickness: 0.31"
• Ring Shape: Circle
• Ships with: 4 Rings, 1 Cage, 1 Lock, 2 Keys