The Ferrari

The airplane hummed with anticipation as I settled into my seat, the roar of engines barely masking the whirlwind of emotions inside me. She had granted me another chance—my Mistress, my everything. But it came with a condition: wearing a chastity cage heavier than any I'd worn before. The weight of it pulled insistently, a constant reminder of the failure I'd promised to rectify.

The sleek design of the cage was deceptive; though comfortable enough for daily wear, its presence was inescapable. I missed the familiar embrace of my old cage, but this was my trial, my burden to bear. The journey back to her was long and involved more than miles; it required proving my worth, inch by painstaking inch.

Lost in thought, a flight attendant's voice jerked me back to reality. I glanced around, noticing the oblivious faces of fellow passengers, each engrossed in their own world. If only they knew the storm raging within me, the awareness of being locked, the constant pull of metal against skin, each movement a calculated reminder of my submission.

Mistress had made it clear—pleasure through pain, discipline through denial. The cage was not just a punishment, but a lesson. I shifted in my seat, the pressure intensifying, my mind replaying the last conversation we'd had. Her voice, authoritative yet laced with something deeper, rang in my ears. “You will earn back my trust, one step at a time.”

The cabin lights dimmed as we soared through the night sky. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the rhythmic thrum of the plane, each vibration a tease against the sensitive flesh held captive. Memories of her touch flooded back, her laughter mingling with my groans as she asserted control over every inch of me.

As we approached our destination, anticipation coiled tighter within me. The cage was my constant companion, a physical embodiment of her influence. The pain was a melody, an inescapable tune that played to the beat of my submission. I longed for the moment she would remove it, the weight lifted both from my body and soul. And yet, the thought of her disappointment, of not meeting her expectations, was heavier still.

I was ready to land, ready to face whatever she had planned. The flight was just the beginning—a prelude to the symphony of pleasure and pain she orchestrated with such wicked finesse. I would not falter. I would prove my worth, piece by piece, until she deemed me worthy of release.

• Material: ABS Plastic
• Color: Red and Black
• Ships With: 4 Rings, 2 Keys, 1 Barrel Lock, 1 Chastity Tube
• Width: 1.1"
• Length: 2.9"
• Ring Diameters: 1.5"/40mm, 1.7"/43mm, 1.9"/48mm, 2"/52 mm