Locktober Day 4: Teasing, Control, and a Family Discovery

I woke up, reaching out to find Brax next to me, but the bed was empty. My mind immediately drifted back to the night before—how I had teased him relentlessly, pushing him right to the edge of what he could handle, yet still leaving him locked up and aching for the pleasure he missed out on. The memory made me grin. Was he angry with me? Or maybe he was just too frustrated to sleep next to me, his mind and body craving what he couldn’t have.

As I lay there, savoring the satisfaction of his torment, the sound of sizzling in the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts. Brax was cooking. That boy sure knows how to work his way back into my good graces. I rolled out of bed, threw on a shirt and some panties, and walked out to the kitchen.

There he was, standing at the stove in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his body tensed, the fabric clinging to him in all the right places. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

“I didn’t think I deserved all of this,” I teased, sneaking up behind him, pressing my chest against his back as I reached around to grab a nice handful of his package. My fingers brushed against the cage, cool against the warmth of his skin.

“Hmm, still locked up tight, I see,” I said, taking a quick peek at his tiny stainless steel cage, snug and bulging just slightly from his morning wood. “I hope you’re not trying to earn brownie points to get out of your prison, babe. Locktober doesn’t work that way,” I laughed, tugging his boxers down before dropping to my knees. Brax let out a low growl as I kissed his balls, gently licking at the end of the cage. His cock swelled behind the steel bars, pressing desperately against the cage as I worked him over, teasing him mercilessly.

But before things could go any further, Brax groaned loudly. “How am I supposed to concentrate and not fuck up breakfast with you doing that?” he joked, his voice strained with a mix of frustration and laughter. “Alright, alright,” I giggled, standing up and giving him one last playful squeeze. “I’ve got a big day ahead, anyway.” I ruffled his hair and sauntered off to get ready, leaving him to finish making breakfast.

As I got dressed, Brax came out of the shower, steam trailing behind him, his skin glistening. I smiled as I handed him the outfit I’d picked out—a nice clean shirt, pants, and a little surprise hidden in the pile. He sifted through the clothes, pausing when he found the hot red frilly thong tucked underneath.

“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. Obviously not ecstatic at the idea. “I think you’ll look cute in it,” I replied, flashing him an evil grin. “And if you’re good, maybe I’ll relieve some of that pressure later.”

Brax sighed but didn’t argue, slipping into the thong and pulling on his clothes. The sight of him wearing women’s underwear, knowing he had no choice but to obey, sent a wave of satisfaction through me. I quickly took out my phone and snapped a picture. What are you going to do with that? He asked. Nothing, just something to remind myself of this moment, his playfully unapproving stare as she finished getting dressed let me know it was fine, but for my eyes only. How do I look? He cheekily mocking me, saying it just like I would after I'm ready to go out. He looked adorable, the outline of the thong just barely visible beneath his pants. “Beautiful” I said, giggling uncontrollably.

“You’d better be careful today,” I warned with a wink. As we headed out the door, Brax gave me a sheepish smile, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He seemed surprisingly comfortable—maybe he was getting used to all of this.

We spent the afternoon at a family lunch, sitting around a long table at a nice restaurant. The tablecloths were thick and draped down to the floor, hiding everything underneath—perfect for a little bit of sneaky teasing. As Brax chatted with my sister’s husband, I reached down, letting my hand graze over his cage. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers, and I gave him a few gentle squeezes, just enough to keep him remembering that his cock was mine and the cage pressing back would surely keep that reminder lingering.

I rested my hand on his leg, my fingers tracing the outline of the cage, feeling the heat radiating off of him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to maintain his composure while I continued my little game.

At one point, I noticed my sister, Lilly, looking at my necklace. Her expression changed from confused to a spark of realization, and our eyes met. Her gaze darted between me and Brax, a look of embarrassment creeping onto her face as she quickly looked down at her phone. I smirked—she had figured it out.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from Lilly. “Is that the key to his... heart?” The playful tone of the text was unmistakable. I shot her a knowing grin and nodded subtly, confirming her suspicions. She quickly excused herself to the bathroom, clearly flustered, but when she returned, she had managed to compose herself. Her inquisitive looks told me she had a million questions for me, and I couldn’t wait to answer them.

Later that night, Brax and I were curled up in bed, watching old sitcoms and giggling like teenagers. Out of nowhere, Brax ducked under the covers, his hands grabbing my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. His mouth found my pussy, and I let out a soft moan, his lips and tongue working me over in a way that felt both tender and intense.

I had worn him out over the past few days with all the teasing and denial, but tonight, there was something different about him. He wasn’t as frantic or desperate—his touches were softer, more deliberate. I could feel the love and care behind every kiss, every lick.

He brought me to orgasm after orgasm, his tongue doing wonders for my overstimulated body. By the time he was done, I was a quivering mess, completely spent. Brax wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we lay there in the afterglow. I could feel his cage pressing against my thigh, the cold steel a constant reminder that he was still locked up tight. “How are you feeling?” I asked, my voice soft. “That was amazing,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. I felt a small string of precum roll off his cage and onto my leg.

“I’m a little uncomfortable,” he admitted, “but I’m fine.” “Well, if you’re fine...” I teased, rolling him onto his back. I slid down his body, my tongue tracing the bars of his cage as I licked him clean, savoring the taste of his precum. I sucked gently on his balls, giving him one last bit of torment before calling it a night.

Just as we were settling in, my phone buzzed again. It was Lilly. “I have some questions for you. Coffee tomorrow?” I had almost forgotten about our little exchange earlier.

“Who was that?” Brax asked, his voice sleepy. “Lilly. She wants to come over for coffee tomorrow,” I replied. Brax groaned, clearly remembering the awkward moment from lunch. “Shit,” he muttered. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.