A Brass cock cage

She returned back into your view as you were pulling at your restraints, attempting to free yourself, she just grinned at you knowing that there was no way for you to escape unless she allowed it. You look towards her as she waves an item in her hand for you to see.

"I was considering adding this and then showing you, but..", she trailed off as you stare at the brass object in her hand, brass in color with a near perfect mirror shine to its sides, then your world goes dark as something wraps over your eyes, "but.. showing you a little wont spoil the full reveal!", she laughed as you hear bits of metal click against each other.

Still unable to speak, you do manage to grunt in discomfort as your nipples are tugged and pulled at, you feel them getting firm with the unwelcome attention followed by the strange sensation of the cross you were secured to being moved. From the slight backwards incline you started with, you slowly feel yourself tilting forwards upright before continuing into being suspended facing down, extra straps are wrapping around your arms and legs at various points spreading your weight against them as you stop moving.

"Oh Darling, if you showed any promise earlier with that pussy, I may have been tempted to pull you a chair and let you at mine!", she was losing her whispering voice the more she laughed, and you cant help but feel hurt by her comments, and unable to defend yourself! "Maybe some incentive will assist in developing some talent?" she muses out loud somewhere around you.

!Ouch!, you grunt as you feel something cold and sharp pinches your nipples, then tugging downwards! "These used to be a favorite of mine", she started telling you as you felt the tugging increase, "vicious little teeth tighten the more they are pulled," the pain was having an effect as you continued to grunt and fail in shaking your body, "And every time you disappoint, I'm going to add more weight!", you groan and as you do so you feel her add more weight, you try and concentrate on not moving or making noises...

You groan again as you feel her cold hands around your now limply dangling cock, another weight added. "Darling, You should get those tits of your pierced!", her cold hands felt soo strange, and not from being a ghost, it was the clean shave, everything felt... better, "Get some rings to match.. easier to pull!", she sounded so sexy and happy as she spoke to you, you managed to stifle another groan as you felt something solid and cold encircling the base of your cock and balls..

You somehow ignore everything she is doing around your cock just by focusing on not getting more weight added to your tender nipples, you didn't even notice she had stopped after finishing whatever she was doing, it was only your position slowing moving upright that brought you back to some attention.

Once upright, you feel the blindfold being removed, blinking to adjust to the light you see your nipples pulled painfully downwards by brass clamps and weights on chains. She adjusted the mirror in front of you, this one seemed to magnify its view which was now your hairless crotch. You instantly forget the claps and stare at the small cold brass colored contraption surrounding your cock shaft and the ring behind your balls its holding to. You knew what a chastity device looked like, and this was a solid tube design, probably 2 inches long, rounded cap at the end, a series of pins connecting it to a solid looking ring behind your balls, it was in the shape of a cock, a small cock at that, and completely encasing your shaft and head from view, no bars... you think that makes the sight worse...

You automatically struggle, attempting to escape, only to be reminded of the pain as more weights are added. "One of a kind and commissioned for whatever reason," she muses while stroking around the contraption, careful not to obstruct your view, "It even has some micro clockwork features", she is holding a tidy delicate brass key near the top of the ring, from your view you couldn't see a slot for a key anywhere. Her voice was once again a series of whispers, impossibly sexy and inviting, she sounded like she was working towards her own climax..

You watch as the key pushes seamlessly into the ring, "Perfect craftsmanship, and only one key", you hear and feel the click as she turns the key, "impossible to remove without it, I image...", she moves the key from the ring to another hidden point on the tube encasing your shaft, "for the disobedient..", she pushes the key in again, slowly turning it as you feel a change in the tube, "..these to remind them..", you grit your teeth as you feel small blunt spikes push against your delicate flesh as she turns, before turning back to retract them, allowing you to relax a little.

You follow her movements as she places the key against the cap of the tube, above a visible hole for your personal needs, "And this..", the key once again sinks into the device and she turns, "..is for..", you feel the tube shrinking in length, constricting around you, getting tighter!!?!, "..the disappointments..".