He had always fantasized about it... something about giving over a key to Her felt like the ultimate form of sacrifice. To see Her wear a dainty chain with a small silver key around her neck made him weak and small. This was his offering, not to anyone, to a Princess. His cock throbbed at the thought of it. He knew that being Hers was his ultimate dream; it was everything he wanted, no matter how badly it would hurt, no matter how much it would make him cry. That key around Her neck was more than an act of submission; it was an act of true obedience and devotion.
She had tasked him with looking for a cage to lock himself in. She had teased him with Her love of steel. She wanted to see him behind cold, hard, gripping metal. Nothing else would do for his cruel Goddess. When the delivery arrived at his home, he was overcome immediately with a rush of fear and anticipation. She would arrive that night and he would finally hand over his sex to her, for good. His pleasure would be Hers, forever... that little dangle around Her neck would be a dreadful reminder that he may never feel the warmth and grip of Her altar no matter how desperately he begged for it.
He had bought a deep red velvet box with a bow and set the cage inside of it. Everything had to be perfect for Her. She wouldn't want him to go running around looking for Her gift. He would have it ready, in anticipation, a tease that he'd have to face every minute before Her arrival. He rushed to make the finishing touches: a lush glass of Petit Syrah in a polished glass, Brie cheese cut into slivers just the way She liked, and pasta on the stove; it was a recipe he had meticulously followed as she mentioned her love of Italian on their first date night together.
At once, there was a knock on the door. It was his Goddess. His heart began beating out of his chest. He'd finally be locked soon, for Her. He rushed over to see her standing at the door, Her curves were devastating in the most slinky red dress. The silk fabric clung to her breasts and settled seductively around her hips. She was a vision, and he was Hers. She smiled at him, and his heart melted.
As she glided through the room, he couldn't help but notice how her legs looked so shapely and strong, highlighted by the Louboutins he had just gotten Her the week before. Giving Her things was a joy for him. No matter what She wanted, his every thought was consumed with her happiness. Shoes, gowns, even this tight little cage? He would give anything to please his Goddess.
She found her seat upon his leather sofa and sinked in to the comforting, lived in leather. As practiced, he rushed over to grab her wine glass and then kneeled at Her feet upon Her entry into his home. He held out his hand so that she could sip on the French oak.
His head bowed and his breathing steadied. He focused his attention only to Her voice, to Her presence, to the intoxicating smell of Her. She wore a familiar perfume of amber, bergamot, vanilla, and musk. She was luxurious in all ways. It felt reverent to experience this moment, breathing Her in, eyes cast down, needing Her. His cock was throbbing, and here She hadn't done anything to him. Her existence was enough.
"Did you miss me darling? It can be so difficult to need to wait for me, can't it," she cooed.
"I missed you, my Perfect Princess. I missed Your smell and Your walk, I missed Your voice and Your curves, I missed the whole of You." He blinked back tears at the thought of it, and though he didn't see it, he could feel a smirk creep on Her face at the sight of his devotion. She adored him too.
"Did it arrive My boy? Are you ready to give your locked cock to Me? I know I've only just arrived, but I've been thinking all day about this moment for us."
"It is there Goddess, in that box." He glanced to the small velvet box on his coffee table before relaxing back into his submission.
"You may enjoy My opening your gift."
It was then that he saw Her. She was perfect. Her red lips were so tempting, so worthy of kisses through the night and Her soft skin was so deserving of holding Her through the day. He had never loved someone the way he loved Her.
She traced her fingers around the ribbon and slowly lifted the top into her lap. Her fingers slipped in and lifted up the glistening steel. She examined it in the light, taking in how small it was, a perfect place of confinement for him.
