Inescapable Cock Cage

In the hushed corridors of the museum, I stood alone, surrounded by paintings that seemed to watch my every move. My heart pounded in my chest, not from the art's allure but from the weighty metal cage locked around me—a constant reminder of the second chance I was desperate to earn.

She had appeared out of nowhere, a Mistress with an enigmatic smile and an air of authority that demanded obedience. Our introduction was brief, her intentions clear. I'd wronged her once, and now, this was my penance—a tangible weight pulling at my desires, a symbol of my failure.

“You'll wear this as a testament to your commitment,” she'd said, her voice a sultry caress that left no room for argument. The steel wrapped around me like a relentless guardian, its heft a reminder of my place beneath her.

As I wandered through the gallery, the cage's unyielding presence tugged with every step, an insistent whisper of my submission. I missed the lighter, more forgiving cage I once wore, but those days were gone. This was my reality now—a heavier burden, both physically and mentally, designed to test my resolve.

The Mistress found me near a sculpture, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of knowing I was hers to command. She moved with the grace of a predator, each step echoing with unspoken promises.

“Feeling the weight of your choices?” she murmured, a gloved hand brushing against my cheek.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, the words laced with submission and a flicker of hope.

Her fingers traced the outline of the cage through my trousers, a teasing torment that sent a shiver up my spine. “Good,” she purred, her gaze holding mine captive. “You've a long way to go before redemption, but I see potential.”

The museum's solemn silence was pierced by her soft laughter, a sound both menacing and intoxicating. “Let's see how well you handle the pressure,” she continued, her hand never leaving its lingering touch.

I could only nod, my voice caught in my throat as desire and determination clashed within me. The cage's unrelenting grip was both a punishment and a promise—a chance to prove myself worthy of her forgiveness, of her dominance.

In that vast hall of art and history, I stood stripped of everything except my submission, the cage a steel testament to my journey. As her fingers played their symphony of control, I realized that surrendering to her was not just a consequence of my mistakes; it was the path to discovering a disciplined, devoted self.

• Material: Stainless Steel
• Ships With: 3 Rings, 2 Keys, 1 Padlock, 1 Chastity Tube
• Width: 1.3"
• Length: 2.9"
• Ring Diameters: 1.5"/40mm, 1.7"/45mm, 1.9"/50mm