She has a “gift” for you

Heather produced a small gift box from the bedside, a black box with red ribbons sealing its lid. “Go on, honey,” Heather cooed, batting her eyes at you. You pull the cover of the box off, and your eyes rest on a metallic object. It’s small and compact, and it only takes a second for you to realize that it’s a chastity cage.

“I was debating on what size to get you, knowing that a small and even X-small would still be too big on your adorable little thing.” Heather giggled, holding out her pinky finger. “So, I went with an XXX-small, just to be safe!”