The Soft Serve Plastic Cage

The invitation arrived on cream-colored paper, elegant script dancing across expensive cardstock. *The Victorian Rose cordially invites you to an evening of discovery. Gentlemen must demonstrate their commitment at the door.*

My hands shook as I read the final line: *Caged entry only.*

I'd been circling the local BDSM scene for months like a moth drawn to flame, attending coffee meetups and educational events but never taking the plunge. Someone had noticed my hesitation and decided to push me over the edge.

The plastic cage arrived in discreet packaging two days later. Clear, lightweight, deceptively simple. I researched obsessively—perfect for beginners, smooth design, comfortable for extended wear. Now it sat on my kitchen counter, taunting me with possibilities.

Standing naked in my bathroom, I applied lube with trembling fingers and slowly worked my flaccid cock into the transparent tube. The plastic felt cool against my skin, snug but manageable. When I clicked the lock shut, electricity shot through my entire body.

Holy fuck. I was really doing this.

Walking to my car, every step reminded me of my commitment. The cage pressed against me through my jeans—a constant, maddening presence that had me half-hard within minutes, only to deny any satisfaction. My confined cock strained uselessly against the smooth plastic walls.

The drive across town felt eternal. My mind raced with possibilities. What kind of women would be there? The thought of standing before experienced dominants, all knowing exactly what I wore beneath my clothes, made my caged length throb desperately.

The bed and breakfast looked innocent enough—Victorian architecture, warm windows, a discrete sign by the mahogany door. But as I approached the wraparound porch, a woman in black leather emerged from the shadows.

"First time?" she asked, her predatory gaze traveling down my body with obvious hunger.

I nodded, throat too tight for words.

"Show me."

Without hesitation, I unzipped my jeans, revealing the clear plastic prison. She smiled—the kind of expression that promised both ecstasy and torment.

"Beautiful," she purred, stepping aside. "Kathleen is waiting for you in the parlor. She specifically requested the nervous one in the plastic cage."

My confined cock pulsed violently at her words. I took a shuddering breath and crossed the threshold, each step carrying me deeper into a world where my pleasure belonged to someone else entirely.

• Material: Thermoplastic Rubber
• Color: Red,
• Cage Dimensions: 2.76", 1.25"
• Weight: 55g
• Thru Hole: 0.35"
• Ball Threshold: 0.91"
• Ships with: 1 TPR Cage