Cottontail Hides the Eggs
F1nn5ter got off the plane in Canada. It'd been a long trans-Atlantic flight, and he was glad to stretch his legs. He was in girl-mode, but nothing too striking. A nice skirt, a conservative top, and small boobs along with a wig he'd never revealed on stream, and a much more subtle makeup than he'd worn before. He'd only gotten a knowing wink from a forty-year-old man on the flight, which creeped him out. But he was use to this by now.
He saw the man in the black suit and the "Jude" sign waiting outside the baggage claim. Cottontail had told him to expect it, that'd she'd have a car waiting outside for him. He blushed thinking about her. As a professional erotic voice actress her sultry tones always made him aroused. And the recent discussions they'd had off-stream, video chats on Discord, they really appealed to his subby side.
He climbed into the limo and saw her. She was maybe six inches shorter than him, with straight black hair covering the shoulders of a business jacket. Her short pencil skirt didn't quite cover the hem of her stockings -- a true Domme would never wear hose.
"You're drooling, little pup," Cotton cooed, and Finn felt his cock jump under his skirt. "Get in." Her voice was so authoritative. And Finn complied.
Finn sat across from her, and instinctively his thighs parted to make room for his scrotum. "Cross your legs, sweetness. A real lady reveals nothing," Cotton commanded, and Finn obeyed her command.
Cotton reached into a satchel by her side, and took out a gift box. She handed it to him. "This is for you, pet. You can open it now or open it at the hotel. But when you open it you will put it on for me."
Finn looked at the box. It almost fit in the palm of his hand, but it was heavy - maybe half a kilogram. His mind raced with what could be in there. Excited but terrified at the same time. But, he was always an impulsive guy, and pulled the string on the black lace bow. He lifted the lid off and peeked inside...
And saw a chastity cage.
"Oooh, so we're starting in here. Good girl!" Cotton smiled and clapped her hands excitedly. Finn shrugged - he had already shown Cotton everything that was under his skirt in video chats before, so what else did he have to hide. He pulled up his skirt, rolled down his panties, and pulled his scrotum through the snug metal hole. He looked at the cage, then at his already hard cock. "I think we may have a problem," he said.
"Aw, kitten," Cotton said as she pulled out a pail of ice cubes, "I planned for this eventuality. I'm always planning out scenarios." Finn gulped as her slender fingers reached in and pulled out an ice cube, crystal clear, and held it between her black-painted finger nailed tips. "Let's solve that problem for now."
With her left hand, she tugged his scrotum down, and slid the ice cube under the length of his cock. Cold water dripped onto his scrotum and the combined cold started to soften his tumescent manhood. She brought up the cube and started tracing the crown of his dickhead, and that finally made him fully limp.
She took the cage, expertly slid it down his soft cock, then took the Allen wrench out of her suit pocket. She slid it in the screw hole, and with her thumb quickly tightened it on him. Finn was astonished with her skill - clearly she'd done this before, and he was scared with what she had planned for him.
"Now cover yourself, little one," Cotton reminded him, "Little girls should reveal nothing." And she sucked on the used ice cube.