Chapter 9: Cocksure

As thoroughly unpleasant as her shower was, the chilled water's effect on her presented a clear opportunity.

Leah dried her toned body, then walked back to her bedroom and opened the drawer by her bed. She didn't have to dig long to find the cage, still unlocked, just as she left it. As she fished out the contraption, she looked down at her junk, still soft and shrunken from the cold.

"No time like the present." Leah uttered, placing the device to her groin.

Carefully, she inserted her penis into the small, metal inlet, filling it with her meat.

"Huh, kinda tight." she said, slightly concerned. "But, I guess that's the point."

Before sealing herself in, she made sure the key was on hand nearby.

"Don't want to lose that." Leah said, placing the key on her nightstand.

It was the moment of truth. Slowly, the 22 year old brought the latch around her girthy member, then sealed the latch shut with a soft click. Removing her hands, Leah beheld her captive dong, completely restricted by the metallic bindings on her crotch.

"Phew! Looks like it works." Leah exhaled.

Just as she finished sealing herself away, Leah's phone began to buzz violently against the hard wood of the night stand.

Leah slid her finger upward on the screen, entering her password and unlocking her phone. She had several new messages, many of them pictures of Pam and Amy in a club downtown.

"Hey, bby! This place is lit! Can see y u skipped out. So many hotties out 2 nite. No way u wouldnt crack!" read one text from Amy.

Attached to it were a couple selfies showing considerable cleavage on Amy's part, as well as pictures of attractive men and women partying in the background.

While reading Amy's messages, a snap from Pam came in as well.

It was a picture of Amy and a half-naked stud making out in a VIP booth, with the caption, "Is the big, bad monster 2 scared to cum out and play?"

Leah was pissed. It wasn't enough to tease her, now they were openly mocking her for playing it safe. Well, maybe she should go out after all, show these girls what a little restraint looked like. Wouldn't that be something?

Once more, the girl looked to her imprisoned phallus.

"You've got me covered, right?" she rhetorically asked.

Silence was her answer.

"Good. Thought so."