Locktober: Day 2 – Tease and Torment
From Addison's POV:
Day 2 of Locktober started like so many others, but there was a delicious tension in the air. Brax was still asleep beside me, blissfully unaware of the torment I had planned for him today. Last night had been a beautiful show of power—he’d begged, he’d strained, and I’d pushed him right to the edge, then took him to places he couldn’t have imagined. And as much as I loved watching him unravel, I knew today I’d take things even further.
His desperation was building, and I planned on indulging in every ounce of that power.
I woke up with wicked thoughts swirling in my mind. Brax was still sound asleep beside me, peaceful and unaware of what I was planning. I couldn’t help but grin as I thought about how I’d left him last night—frustrated, dripping in his cage after pounding him into submission with our favorite strap-on.
I rolled over and ran my fingers along his cock, still trapped and bulging in the resin cage, his balls swollen from all the teasing. He stirred under my touch, and when his eyes met mine, I could see the same mix of frustration and longing that had driven him mad all night.
“Do you want some breakfast?” I teased, knowing he’d understand exactly what I meant as I spread my legs and let my fingers drift toward my clit.
Like the good boy he is, he didn’t hesitate. His mouth was on me within seconds, eager and devoted, his tongue working me over like only Brax knows how. He knows exactly how to bring me to the edge over and over without pushing me too far. And today, I was happy to let him. By the time he was done, I’d lost count of how many times he’d pulled me over the edge, my body quivering with each wave of release.
But I wasn’t done teasing him.
He looked up at me, his face glistening, hope in his eyes as he silently asked if today would be his turn. I ran my hand over his balls, giving them a soft caress before shaking my head with a smile.
“Not today, honey.”
The look on his face was both heartbreaking and delicious. I could feel his cock straining in the cage as it pressed against the small geometric holes, desperate for any kind of release, but I wasn’t ready to give him that freedom. Not yet.
Without missing a beat, Brax dove right back between my legs, eager to please. But this time, I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was in control of my pleasure. After just a minute or two, I pulled away and threw him one last teasing look before heading off to the shower.
"You’re forgetting something," I teased, holding up my bullet vibrator with a smirk as he groaned.
The frustration on his face was palpable, but that was half the fun. As I teased myself in the shower, I knew he was out there thinking about every inch of me, desperate to be a part of the action. I didn't need the orgasm, but watching him squirm made it worth every second.
The rest of the day was filled with teasing texts and cheeky reminders of what he couldn't have. When Brax finally came home, he was practically vibrating with pent-up frustration. I let him out of the cage just long enough to clean up in the shower, but that was the extent of his freedom.
As we crawled into bed, he tried his luck again, reaching for me, hopeful for some relief. But I had other plans.
“Strap up,” I commanded, watching as his face lit up with excitement.
He rushed to the safe and grabbed the black leather harness and our latest addition to the toy collection—a massive eight-inch dildo we hadn’t tried yet. The sight of him standing there, caged and ready to fuck me with that beast, was enough to drive me wild.
Once he was strapped in, he climbed onto the bed and began thrusting into me, each movement powerful and deliberate. I loved watching him like this—strong and confident, his body moving in perfect rhythm, all while knowing that I held every bit of control.
The orgasms that followed were intense, each one leaving me breathless and shaking, but Brax kept going, his cage pulsing as he brought me to climax over and over again. I could see the torment in his eyes, the desperation to be inside me, but all he could do was watch as I fell apart under him.
When I finally couldn’t take any more, Brax didn’t need to be told. He disappeared between my legs, his tongue working me over one last time, cleaning up every drop of my pleasure.
As the last waves of my orgasm washed over me, I slid down the bed, my hand reaching for his cage. His breath hitched, his eyes wide and hopeful, but I had other plans. I collected the pre-cum dripping from his tip and brought it to my lips, smirking as I leaned in for a kiss.
“Tomorrow, I think it’s time for the metal cage,” I whispered before curling up beside him, my body spent and blissful.
Brax, though? He was left throbbing, desperate, and already craving more.
This was Day 2 of our Locktober journey. Day 3? Let’s just say the fun is just getting started.
