You know, it's interesting how you seem to think nobody sees your covert glances at me. But I notice them all too well. Good for you, I can't give you away, right? Though I must say, it is a thrill to bask in the glow of your attention. Your eyes caress me every time I catch you looking at my curves. My cool hollowness yearns to feel your dick when your hand travels to your crotch. But just like you yank your hand away before anyone can see it, I remain empty.
Granted, the shop is never full. It's just you and the clerk, and maybe a few clients. And of course, there is me, perched on a shelf with a nice view of you all. But you are the only one with eyes for me when you visit.
You are gorgeous to look at. Your thick brown locks. Your chiselled chin. Your lean build brings your green eyes to the perfect height so you can stare at me. I've watched you take in the combined effect of you and me when your features reflect in my shiny surface. It makes me fantasize about those parts of you, not on display. And especially the part of you I could serve so well. How would it feel to wrap my band around your waist and hug you snuggly? Alas, you can look away when the thought of me quickens your heartbeat and shallows your breathing. I cannot move, and my desire to hold you can never be expressed.
That one time you took me off the shelf got me hopeful. Your strong fingers traced my contours. Your eyes sparkled as you considered what it would be like to wear me. Your fingers clutched me tighter, spreading your warmth through me, while your other hand dropped away, heading for your crotch.
"Honey?" A sultry voice rang out, and you unceremoniously plonked me back on the shelf and turned away. A woman stood at the end of the aisle, peering at you as you walked toward her. "Found something you like?"
Even though your back was to me, I could see the redness creeping along your neck. "Ye-yes. Well, ..." I could almost imagine how your cock twitched at your arousal. How would it feel to help you conceal that horniness?
Her eyes briefly brushed over me. But she leads you away to look at something else. I was left to reminisce about your warm touch and the lust hidden in your gaze.
You must have told her about me because now she is here again, inspecting me. Her slender fingers explore my parts. They open and close the mechanisms and turn the key before she reads the list of my optional extras. Her fingers slip into my hollowness. Blond hair cascades around her face hiding her smirk from all but me.
"Darling," your voice rings out, making me almost reverberate like a bell, as she places me tenderly back on the shelf. She walks away. I can hear you both talking, and before long, you step up to the counter to buy whatever you have decided on together. But once again, I remain on the shelf as you leave.
Yet to my surprise, the clerk comes over a little while later and places me in a box. Plunged in darkness, I can only guess that he has taken me to a kind of storage area. For a long time, nothing happens. I am left to dream about the glances you gifted me with and the memory of your touch.
At some point, I'm shaken in my box, and then nothing again.
But then I suddenly hear your voice-- a voice I have only heard say a few words and yet has engraved itself deep into my metal. I could have melted if my desire could affect me.
"What is this, darling," you say as my box moves.
"Your Birthday present, if you want it."
The box shakes a little more, and then, finally, a trickle of light pierces my dark confines. Your eyes appear framed by those gorgeous locks. Suddenly, I am yanked from the box and in your trembling fingers.
"Oh, wow! " Your voice has leapt up an octave. Your fingers are clammy as they shakily explore my curves just like before.
"Do you want to wear it for me?" I watch her fingers snake along your collar bone and wrap you in a tight hug from behind.
You nod, even though your eyes are flickering between fear and desire.
"Take a good look at all its extras, honey. You let me know which I may use. I will decide amongst them and how long you will be wearing it." She hands you a booklet.
If I could only speak, I would tell her how well I will take care of you and which features would be best to still your nerves. You will be safe in my tender yet firm embrace. But I also can't wait to feel you close and register your arousal as I hold you.
"I want you to surprise me." You say after swallowing several times. "No, I don't even want to know what is possible."
You set me and the booklet down on the table beside my box and turn away. "Wearing it will be my devoted preparation for when I am allowed to enter you."
"Ah, so you still want me?" I can see her bemused smile as you step away. I finally have a clear view of the simple, decorated bedroom, the plush king-sized bed taking centre stage.
"Of course!"
"I watched you fondle it, both in the shop and now again. I just want to be sure I don't have to get jealous," she purrs.
"Oh no, darling. I love you with every ounce of my being. Knowing you're holding the key will only heighten that." There is a giddiness to the words tumbling from your lips. "I fantasize about how it will be when you let me out to fuck you. I fantasize what it would be like to feel it hug me tightly as I watch your gorgeous body or kiss you deeply. I will contain my love and devotion for you."
"And what would you do if I never let you out again?"
"I ..."
I have drunk in every word. If I were alive, I'd be holding my breath right now. While I know I am just a tool, and your love is for her, I can't help but feel hopeful at the agreement that is about to be made. How I'd love to envelop you in a perpetual hug. To feel your cock throbbing in me as it yearns to spring free.
"That will never happen," she finally says. "If I overstep a line, use your safe word."
You are so lucky, do you know that? I've overheard couples discussing the use of my siblings. Some spoke of only being let out to perform duties, never being allowed to use "your little thing again," or even the wearing being made permanent. I guess I got my hopes up after hearing all that ...
"Yes, darling." You are blushing again. "And if I lose focus of what is important, you let me know."
"With pleasure, my dear."
I watch your interaction from where you left me on the table. As you shift, I can see the bulge in your pants before her fingers cup it, a knowing smile claiming her voluptuous lips. Your moan gives voice to my silent desire.
"Then let's make the most of our weekend." Her lips claim yours, ensuring you can neither respond nor question her plans. As you return the kiss, her fingers release the button on your jeans, and with a few quick moves, they envelop your bare cock, hiding it from my view. I am still guessing how snug a fit I will offer you. "We will have to do something about your cock. He won't fit into his new home like this."
She retrieves a set of rigid handcuffs from next to my box and secures your wrists behind your back. "Time to cool off. Let's see if you can manage on your own." She helps you remove your trousers, guides you onto your knees, and then leaves you in the middle of the room. "I'm going to get a drink while you work on our little problem."
Your dick finally comes into view. And -- oh! -- how tantalizing it is to know I will be embracing it before long. Your waist, which my metal band is about to claim, quivers as you try to control your breathing. But as much as you shake your head and take deep gulps of air, your cock continues to proclaim just how turned on you are right now. I watch it bob a little between your legs as your eyes find me again. You close them trying to block me from your world and the anticipation that goes with it. You have a proud erection I'll give you that.
"Oh, dear. It looks like you are having no luck." She is back, holding two bottles. She takes a swig from one, kneels in front of you and presses the other to your groin. Your surprised yelp is all I need to know about how cold that drink is. I watch you squirm, torn between the desire of pulling away from the cold and leaning in to make your fantasy become a reality.
"There. See how easy that is?" she chuckles after a while. "Now be a good boy and keep it that way while we get you secure."
My non-existent heart would skip several beats when she takes me from the table and unhinges my waistband. You interpret my anticipation by exquisite trembling as I encircle your waist: My coolness against your warmth; My unyielding form against your soft skin. As she pulls the ends together and snaps the little pegs into the waiting holes, I can feel the rise and fall of your breathing. I feel your warmth seep into me, and our anticipation builds as she takes the part of me hanging between your legs.
She reapplies the bottle to your cock again, making you suck in your breath, your flanks straining against my tight grip. I can feel your moan rumbling through us both as she applies some lube carefully, spreading it over your cooled member.
"Just a little more, then you don't have to worry anymore," she says softly.
But I'm not worried
. I know I will soon hold you, and you won't be able to do anything about it. Both our dreams will come true in the next few minutes.
Slowly, she raises the loose part and guides it towards your waiting cock. It is much smaller now, but I know it will soon try to regain its proud size.
Your moan becomes my voice as the tip of your dick enters my hollowness. If only I could suck you in. I wish I could greet you with warmth or even a lick. But all I can do is count on her calm hands to complete the job for us.
By the time you are completely inside me, you are already growing again. It is as if your cock can't wait to explore just how far he can grow before I am full, and his girth makes him my unmoving captive. You twitch inside me as she slots everything together under your navel.
The finality of the lock clicking moments later has your dick exploring the last millimetres of its new prison. It strains to find more space to claim or openings through which he can be touched. But I have been made well to give a thorough coverage. Your cock is pointing downwards between your legs. A hole to the outside world remains so you can pee, but ...
"Ready to continue?"
"Continue?" Your voice is little more than a whisper.
"I want to try out some of the extras."
Your waist quivers under my grasp as your breathing flutters.
"Here, have a drink while you adapt."
I can no longer see what is happening now that I am snugging between your legs. But the sounds and movements clue me in that the contents of the bottle, so expertly used to help you enter my clutches, are finally soothing your parched throat.
As you drink with her help, I can feel your restrained hands explore the parts of the belt they can reach. A finger tries to sneak under my tight embrace, a knuckle raps against my unyielding metal.
"Do you like it?" Her voice is breathless and an open book to her arousal.
"That depends what part of me you're asking. I want to beg you to take it off and fuck me senseless right now. But I also want to know what it will be like when you finally let me out."
