Notice her cage

Kylie turned the water off with a soft click. Steam still clung to the clear glass as she pushed the door open and stepped out onto the mat, completely unhurried. Water ran in thin rivulets down her freckled shoulders, over the soft full curves of her breasts, along the gentle slope of her stomach. Her ginger hair hung heavy and dark down her back. She reached for a towel but didn’t rush to cover herself. Instead she stood there for a moment, wringing water from the ends of her hair, completely comfortable under your stare.

Your eyes locked on her chest first. The soft weight of her breasts, pink nipples still tight from the cool air after the hot shower, the way they shifted when she moved. Heat pooled low in your gut. Your cock stirred hard against the front of your shorts.

Then your gaze dropped lower.

Between her thighs, nestled against the soft freckled skin, was a small, shiny metal cage. It was compact, almost delicate-looking, locked snug around what was clearly a very small package. The ring sat behind her balls, the cage itself short and curved, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. A tiny padlock gleamed at the top.

You stared.

Kylie followed your eyes and let out a soft, breathy giggle. She didn’t cover herself. She simply stood there, one hand still working through her wet hair, the other resting casually on her hip.

“Oh,” she said, voice light. “Yeah. That.”

You swallowed. Your cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your zipper. “How… how do you handle being in that all the time?”

She stepped closer, water still beading on her skin, and glanced down at the cage with a fond little smile. “It’s like a second skin these days. I barely notice it anymore. But I remember when my penis was still free.” She looked up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and pointed straight at the obvious tent in your shorts. “Slightly less than average. Just like yours.”

The words hit harder than they should have. Your face heated. She kept smiling, completely unbothered.

“The cage and the hormones cured me of that little burden,” she continued, voice soft and almost sweet. “No more awkward bulges. No more thinking about it. Just… neat and locked and out of the way. Honestly? Best decision I ever made after the rest of the transition.”

She closed the last bit of distance between you. Her wet body radiated heat. One soft hand reached out and gave the front of your shorts a firm, deliberate pinch right over the head of your cock. You hissed at the sudden pressure.

“You could try it,” she offered, still holding that gentle pinch. “Just for a little while. See what I mean. I’ve got a spare cage in my bag—same style, a bit bigger so it’ll fit you. Want to feel what it’s like to be locked up the way I am?”

Your heart hammered. The idea sent a thick pulse of heat straight to your groin, but something in you hesitated. The thought of being locked before you even knew what the optimization package fully entailed felt like crossing a line too fast. You shook your head slowly, even as your cock throbbed under her fingers.

“Not yet,” you said, voice rougher than you expected. “Maybe later. I… I want to see what the first session is like first.”

Kylie studied your face for a moment, then gave a soft, understanding smile. She released the pinch and patted the front of your shorts once, lightly.

“Fair enough,” she said. “No pressure. The offer stays open.” She stepped back, still completely naked, and reached for a towel this time, blotting her skin without any real urgency. “We should probably get ready anyway. They’re going to call us soon.”

She was right. Only a few minutes later a polite knock sounded at the villa door.

“Mr. and Ms. guests? Dr. Glasscock is ready for your first optimization session. Please come as you are. The injection is most effective when administered promptly upon arrival.”

Kylie grinned, still damp, and grabbed two soft resort robes from the closet. She tossed one to you and slipped the other over her shoulders without drying off completely. The short hem did nothing to hide the glint of her little metal cage when she moved. You pulled your own robe on over still-hard cock and bare skin. The fabric tented obviously at the front.

She linked her arm through yours as you left the villa, the night air warm against your faces.

“Come on,” she murmured, giving your arm a squeeze. “Time to meet Dr. Glasscock. First session. First injection. You’re going to feel it… even without the cage.”

You walked beside her toward the medical wing, cock still hard and free under the robe, heart racing, the weight of her earlier words and the unknown injection settling deep in your gut as the soft path lights guided the way.

The medical building glowed ahead, waiting.