Urethral Cage

The museum's air was thick with the scent of aged wood and polished marble. It was an unexpected setting for an encounter of such intensity, but perhaps that's what made it so electrifying. I was wandering through the echoing halls, pretending to admire the artifacts, when I felt her presence. She was a stranger, yet her aura demanded my attention.

“You're losing your edge,” her voice rang out, a sultry challenge that cut through my complacency. I turned to find her eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto me with an intensity that made my heart race. She stepped closer, her confidence palpable, and in her hand, she held a small, spiral-shaped cage.

Curiosity piqued, I glanced around. Other patrons were engrossed in their tours, oblivious to the charged exchange unfolding in the shadows. “This might renew your interest,” she teased, her fingers grazing the cool metal, the suggestion clear in her gaze.

I nodded, my fascination overtaking any hesitation. The prospect of being confined within the steel coil, enhanced with an unfamiliar urethral element, sent a shiver of anticipation through me. The thought of the sensitivity it promised was a thrilling unknown.

“Follow me,” she commanded, her voice brooking no argument. I trailed her through the labyrinth of galleries, the clack of her heels echoing a promise of things to come. We slipped into an alcove, hidden from prying eyes. Her touch was assured as she fitted the device, the cold metal a stark reminder of the control I was ceding.

“Feel that?” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear as she locked the device into place. The snug embrace of the cage was a new sensation, the catheter adding an unexpected layer of intensity. Every movement was magnified, each step a jolt of exquisite discomfort.

“You're mine until I say otherwise,” she declared, the keys disappearing into the depths of her purse. Her eyes danced with satisfaction, her authority undisputed.

I was drawn into her game, the thrill of submission overshadowing the mundane. Each step through the museum became a testament to her power over me, the weight of my new reality both confining and freeing. She moved away, her stride confident, leaving me ensnared in a mix of humiliation and exhilaration.

The museum's exhibits faded into irrelevance as I followed her lead, the steel's embrace a constant reminder of my surrender. My passion reignited, I embraced the challenge, ready for whatever came next under her dominion.

• Material: Stainless Steel


• Ships With: 1 Ring, 2 Keys, 1 Barrel Lock, 1 Chastity Tube, 1 Urethral Sound (Optional)


• Width: 1.3"


• Length: 1.7"


• Ring Diameters: 1.5"/40mm, 1.7"/45mm, 1.9"/50mm


• Urethral Sound: Length: 3.1"/80mm - Width: 0.3"/8mm