Locktober Day 3 : Day of Submission and Control

This morning started just like any other day during Locktober. I was already awake when Addison stirred beside me, i think i woke her with my constant stirring and fidgetting, my cock straining painfully against the resin cage, desperate for some sort of relief. My mind was foggy with lust from restless dreams, and I could feel my body tense up when she slid her hand down to check my cage.

Her fingers gently brushed the bars of the cage before she leaned down for a closer inspection. As she put her lips softly against the end of the cage, my heart nearly stopped as she kissed it. Her tongue slipping through the small holes, grazing the head of my cock that was bulging through the bars. I moaned involuntarily, the sensation of her warm, wet tongue sending shivers through my entire body. She licked at the precum that had gathered there over the night, teasing me even more before pulling back up. She wiped her lips, a satisfied smirk on her face as she licked the last drops of precum from them. “Someone’s eager this morning,” she said softly, her voice dripping with playful cruelty. She reached over to the bedside table, opening the top drawer and grabbing the small bullet vibrator. “Let’s get you started right,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin as she pressed the vibrator against the cage.

The buzzing hit me instantly, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Every nerve was on fire, and I could feel my cock straining even harder inside the cage, trying to fight against its restraints. Addison’s hand rested gently on my chest as she kept the vibrator firmly in place, watching as I squirmed and shook trying to feel every bit of the vibration coming through the cage For what felt like forever, she teased me, keeping me right on the edge until, eventually, she let me spill out a ruined, unsatisfying orgasm. My body shook, and I gasped for breath, but there was no relief—just frustration.

Addison leaned down, kissed my forehead, and smiled. “You didn’t think that would be enough, did you?” Without missing a beat, she reached down and unlocked my resin cage, the cool air hitting my cock. It throbbed with anticipation, but deep down, I knew better than to hope for a release. My semi-erect cock submitted completely as she pulled out the new cage—a small stainless steel one that looked even more restrictive.

“This one should do for the rest of the day,” she said with a grin. I could feel her eyes on me as she slid the cold steel over my cock. The bars pressed tightly against my skin, and my cock, knowing there was no escape, seemed to surrender fully to its fate. Locktober wasn’t optional this year—I had accepted that long ago. Addison clicked the lock in place, sealing me in. The feeling was immediate—the tightness, the pressure, and the knowledge that I was hers, completely at her mercy. She floated around me all day, watching me with that teasing smile, knowing exactly what I was going through. She’d brush past me, randomly checking my cage, her fingers wrapping around it as she squeezed my balls. The sensation was both uncomfortable and sweet—a tight, lingering reminder of her control, and I craved it. Every squeeze, every brush of her fingers, only made me want to please her more. I could feel my balls seemingly filling up all day, growing heavier with each teasing touch, and my mind was consumed with thoughts of her.

My day was spent doing chores—cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry, anything Addison asked. But there wasn’t a moment where I wasn’t painfully aware of the cage, of her control over me. Every now and then, Addison would find me, run her fingers over the cage, and give me another squeeze. “You’re doing such a good job, baby,” she’d whisper, and that small bit of praise sent me spiraling, desperate to keep pleasing her. I thought maybe I could sneak off to the bathroom, just for a moment of relief. Maybe splash some cold water on my face or try to ease the pressure building in my balls. But before I could even make it, Addison caught me. She didn’t say anything—just gave me that knowing look and pulled me back to my tasks. “Nice try,” she teased. “You’re not going anywhere.”

By the time night rolled around, I was a wreck. The constant teasing, the cage checks, the way Addison seemed to always be there through the day, always making sure I was on edge—it was all too much. When we finally climbed into bed, I was desperate. My cock was throbbing, locked tightly in the steel cage, and I reached for her, hoping for some relief. But Addison, of course, had other plans. She pulled out her favorite black dildo, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she placed it on my chest. “You’ve been a good little boy today,” she said, her voice soft and teasing. “Let’s make sure you get a good view of what you’re missing out on.”

I watched in awe as she began riding the toy, her hips rolling slowly, her moans filling the room. The weight of the dildo pressed against my chest as she moved above me, and I could do nothing but watch, my cock straining painfully in the cage. She shifted positions, giving me a perfect view of her body as she pleasured herself. At one point, she leaned back, her fingers working her clit as she moaned louder. Every sound she made drove me further into madness, my body shaking with the need to touch her, to feel her. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Addison pulled away. She reached for the gag and handcuffs, her smile growing as she secured my wrists to the headboard. The gag muffled my moans as I watched her pleasure herself again, her body trembling with each orgasm. I was helpless, gagged, handcuffed, and achingly hard in the small steel cage.

When she finally finished, Addison removed the gag and smiled down at me, her fingers running through my hair. “Such a good boy today,” she whispered, her voice soft. “You’ve earned a little treat.” She shifted above me, guiding my head between her legs, and I did what I was told. My tongue moved over her, cleaning her up, and every taste only reminded me of what I couldn’t have. I think she liked the idea of denying me even giving her an orgasm today, before she was just about to cum again from riding my face, she moved off, undid the handcuffs and curled up next to me. Her body was warm against mine, and I could feel her breath on my neck as she kissed me softly. “Goodnight, my horny boy,” she whispered before pulling the covers over us and placing her had completely covering her pulsing engorged prisoner. I was still locked, still aching, but at least I had her next to me.

And that was enough—for now