The Spiked Nut Case

The basement meeting room at the university felt thick with tension as five of us sat in our usual circle, sharing war stories from our various arrangements. Tonight's topic: extreme experiences with our Mistresses.

"You think your three-day denial was rough?" Marcus laughed, shaking his head at David's story. "Try two weeks in silicone."

"Amateurs," Jake scoffed. "My Goddess had me locked for a month straight. Nearly drove me insane."

I stayed quiet, nursing my beer while they compared their ordeals. These guys had no idea what real torment looked like. They talked about standard cages like they were instruments of ultimate suffering, but none of them had experienced what Heather put me through last semester.

"What about you, Adam?" Marcus turned to me. "You've been awfully quiet tonight."

I took a long drink, considering whether to share. These weekly gatherings were supposed to be a safe space, but what Heather did to me went beyond anything these guys could imagine.

"My Mistress... she's creative," I finally said.

"Creative how?" David leaned forward, intrigued.

"She's studying engineering, right? So she ordered this steel cage online, but that wasn't enough for her." I paused, remembering the mixture of terror and arousal I'd felt. "She added her own modifications."

The room went silent.

"Four small spikes," I continued, my cock stirring at the memory. "Positioned exactly where she wanted them inside the cage. Not enough to cause real damage, but every time I got even slightly aroused..."

"Jesus Christ," Jake whispered.

"She kept me in it for three weeks. Every morning before her thermodynamics class, she'd stroke me through the bars until I was desperate, then watch me writhe against those spikes. The metal was unforgiving—every throb, every pulse of blood made the points dig in just enough to remind me who owned my cock."

"That's fucking insane," Marcus breathed.

"The worst part? She'd video call me from the library, wearing low-cut tops, whispering about what she planned to do to me when I was finally released. I'd get hard involuntarily, and those spikes would bite into my flesh. She could see it happening through the perforated steel, could watch my face contort with the sweet agony."

I finished my beer, noting their stunned expressions. "Three weeks of that, gentlemen. Your standard denial cages are child's play compared to what a truly dominant woman can devise."

The room remained silent as they processed what real submission looked like.

• Material: 304 Stainless Steel
• Color: Silver
• Cage Dimensions: (Inner Length, Inner Diameter) 1.42", 1.28"
• Weight: 120g
• Ring Dimensions: 1.49", 1.61", 2.00", 2.24"
• Ring Shape: Elliptic
• Ships with: 1 Ring, 1 Cage, 4 Spiked Screws, 1 Wrench, 1 Lock, 2 Keys