Joseph's hands trembled as he diced the onions, the steel cage between his legs growing heavier with each passing minute. Three months of constant confinement had made the weight familiar, but standing naked in their kitchen while Jessica watched from the dining room still sent electricity through his body.
"You're distracted tonight," Jessica observed, swirling her wine glass as her eyes traced the metal device wrapped around his cock. "Something on your mind?"
He paused, knife hovering over the cutting board. The question had been eating at him for weeks, but voicing it felt dangerous. Jessica's authority was absolute in their arrangement, and questioning her decisions could have consequences.
"I was just wondering..." he started, then stopped, his courage faltering.
"Speak," she commanded, setting down her glass with deliberate precision.
Joseph's confined cock pulsed against the unforgiving steel as he forced the words out. "Do you ever get bored? Watching me cook like this every night?"
Jessica's laughter filled the kitchen, rich and predatory. She rose from her chair, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she approached him. "Bored?" Her fingers traced along his spine, making him shiver. "My sweet boy thinks I could ever tire of seeing you completely under my control?"
Her hand slipped around his waist, fingertips brushing against the base ring that held his cage secure. "Every night I watch you prepare my meals, naked and locked, desperate for my attention. How could that ever become mundane?"
Joseph gasped as she pressed herself against his back, her breasts soft against his skin while her hand explored the steel prison containing his aching cock. "Feel how hard you're getting just from my touch? Feel how the metal stops you from having what you really want?"
"Yes, Mistress," he breathed, his hips involuntarily pushing forward into her grip.
"This cage reminds you every second who owns your pleasure," she whispered against his ear, her fingers tracing the rigid steel tube. "When you stand here cooking, when you sleep beside me, when you sit at your desk at work... you're always mine."
She spun him around, pressing him back against the counter. Her hand wrapped around the cage, stroking the metal as if it were his bare flesh. "I love watching you struggle with wanting me, knowing you can't do anything about it until I decide."
Joseph moaned as she increased the pressure, the steel conducting her touch but denying him any real satisfaction. "Please..."
"Please what?" Jessica's other hand found his nipple, pinching hard enough to make him arch against her. "You think I'm bored, but look at you... three months locked and still begging for more."
Her mouth claimed his in a fierce kiss while her hands continued their torment, one working his nipples while the other caressed the unforgiving steel that held him captive.