Metal Cage with G-String Belt

The cabin lights dimmed as the airplane began its ascent, the world outside shrinking into a patchwork of lights and shadows. My heart raced, not from the thrill of flying, but from the secret nestled beneath my clothes—a chastity belt, gleaming cold steel against my skin. Mistress Elara had caught me misbehaving for the last time. Her voice, calm and commanding, echoed in my mind: “This will remind you of your place.”

Seated beside me, she wore a knowing smile, her eyes a mix of sternness and mischief. The memory of her leaving the room, only to return moments later with the unyielding device, replayed vividly. I had disobeyed her, crossed a line, and this was my penance. As she fastened the belt, her fingers a masterful dance of control, my heart had pounded with a mix of trepidation and secret gladness.

Now, cruising miles above the earth, every turbulent jolt of the plane sent a shiver through me, the belt a constant reminder of my submission. Mistress Elara leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Feeling caged, pet?” she teased, her voice a sultry caress that made my pulse quicken.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper, the weight of the steel both a burden and a thrill.

Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining with deceptive tenderness. “Good. Let it remind you who holds the power.” Her words were a delicious torment, each syllable a reminder of my place at her feet.

As the flight continued, she took every opportunity to tease, her touches light and fleeting, igniting sparks that the restriction turned into a sweet agony. My mind raced with fantasies, each more daring than the last, fueled by the steady pressure of the belt.

“You're squirming,” she observed, amusement lacing her tone. “Perhaps this flight will teach you patience.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I managed, the admission another submission to her will.

Her laughter was a soft melody, a promise of pleasures to come. “When we land, you will truly understand what it means to be mine,” she whispered, her eyes alight with wicked intent.

With each passing moment, the belt's restraint became a symphony of anticipation, every sensation heightened by the knowledge that my release—physical and otherwise—lay solely in her hands. As the plane began its descent, I knew I was hers, in body and spirit, locked away until she saw fit to grant me freedom.