Locktober Day 6: Deep Desires, Fists, and a Strap-On Twist

I woke up slowly, still wrapped in the haze of last night. The memory of Brax’s cock, while I rode his face, and the sight of that sound sinking so deep into him lingered in my mind, keeping me wet all night. The way I’d been grinding on him, the pleasure I took… the memory hung in the air, making me throb with need as my eyes fluttered open.

Brax was already awake, his hands wandering. He was cupping my breast, his touch soft yet intentional, and slowly sliding his hand down my stomach toward my soaking wet pussy. I moaned as his fingers slipped between my legs. My body lit up, still sensitive from the denial and teasing. But I could tell Brax was feeling just as horny—he had been up for hours already, writing his part of the Locktober recap from yesterday. That always gets him worked up, replaying all the things we’d done the day before. And today was no different.

As Brax's fingers teased my clit, I felt it building fast. Too fast. I hadn’t had any penetration for days, and I was craving it badly. I didn’t want to cum so quickly. I tried to stop him, pulling his hand back with mine, but it was too late. My pussy pulsed, giving me a ruined orgasm. I lay there, disappointed, the frustration clear on my face. Brax knew it wasn’t what I wanted—he knew I’d made a mistake. But he wasn’t done.

His hand drifted back down, slowly rolling over my clit, teasing me. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. My hand found his again, but this time I guided him deeper, pushing his fingers inside me. Brax’s eyes lit up, his excitement barely contained as I wrapped my hand around his wrist and pressed it deeper inside me, stretching me open.

He understood the assignment. His fist worked deeper, thrusting in and out, filling me completely. I gasped, my body trembled from the sheer pleasure of it. His fist disappeared inside me, and I could feel every inch as he fucked me with it. I moaned loudly, my body shaking as the pressure built. He kept going, thrusting harder, sending me into an orgasm that rippled through me—one orgasm crashing into another.

I lay there in bliss, my body throbbing, as Brax removed his fist and started sucking on my nipples. A cheeky smile spread across my face as I told him, “You should clean up the mess you made.” I didn’t need to cum again—I just knew how much he loved being down there. It’s like his favorite job, and I love watching him work. His cock was throbbing in its cage, pre-cum staining the sheets where he had been laying. I pulled him back up, giving his cock a little kiss through the cage, before getting dressed.

Brax looked up at me, his eyes wide with need. “Wasn’t I good enough?” he asked, hopeful. I smiled, knowing full well I was in control today. “You got your share yesterday,” I teased. “And it is Locktober after all. If you’re a good boy today, maybe your little friend will get to play later.”

His cock pulsed in the cage as he lay back in anguish, his desire plain as day. I wanted him inside me, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. Not yet. Keeping him horny meant he would think about me all day, and that’s exactly how I liked it.

After Brax left for work, I spent some time chatting with my sister, Lilly. She told me Simon had agreed to try chastity with surprising ease. That made me grin as I gave her a few pointers and shared some stories to get her started. The conversation turned me on even more, and as soon as I hung up, I grabbed my black Hankey’s dildo. I snapped a couple of pictures with the tip teasing my pussy, sending them to Brax with a flirty message: “Look what you’re missing.”

His reply came quickly: “That’s so fucking hot… more?” How could I resist? He had taken such good care of me that morning, after all.

I slid the dildo in, grabbed my phone, and started recording. The toy moved in and out easily, my body still relaxed and ready after being fisted earlier. I couldn’t help but think about Brax and how much I wanted him. Grabbing the suction cup attachment, I mounted the dildo to the foot of the bed, got on all fours, and backed up against it, my phone capturing every wet, needy moment.

The toy filled me completely as I ground back against it, imagining Brax was the one taking me from behind. I moved harder, faster, my body trembling as I felt the orgasm build. Grabbing the phone, I blew Brax a kiss before continuing, my moans filling the room. I came hard, my pussy dripping all over the phone, the camera picking up every delicious detail.

I sent Brax the video with the caption, “Wish it was you 🥰” knowing it would drive him wild. His replies let me know I was right.

When Brax got home, it was clear he was ready to take me apart. But I had other plans. I handed him the keys to the shed and told him the grass needed cutting. The look on his face was priceless, especially after the day we’d had. I slipped into a thong and a long shirt, making sure to bend over and give him a few glimpses as I worked alongside him in the yard. His frustration was obvious, and I loved every second of it.

That night, in bed, he was all over me, begging to fuck me. “That’s not going to help me after the day I’ve had,” I teased, running my hand over his caged cock, watching it throb. His balls were bulging, his cock leaking pre-cum, desperate for release. I gave his balls a playful slap as I climbed on top, grinding against his cage, making him feel every inch of my wet pussy sliding over him.

He groaned in frustration, but I wasn’t done tormenting him. “Strap up,” I ordered, smiling wickedly. Brax groaned in disappointment, but he knew who was in charge. After a brief pause, he pulled out the strap-on and the leather cuffs. “Mind if I take a little control back?” he asked, holding the cuffs up for me to see. I bit my lip, eyes locked on him, and slowly raised my hands, giving him permission. He cuffed my wrists, pulling them above my head, and slid a blindfold over my eyes. My heart raced, but I trusted him completely. His fingers found my clit, his lips trailing across my breast, while his fist slipped inside me once more. I was dripping, my body beyond ready for him after a day of teasing and denial. Every nerve in my body was firing with need. He worked me hard, his hand filling me in a way that left me breathless, knowing exactly how to push me to the edge.

I heard the familiar sound of the lube bottle popping open, and I bit my lip as I felt Brax begin to slick up the strap-on. The black Bosshog, the same one I'd been bouncing on earlier, now gripped in his hands, ready to take me all over again. The anticipation was too much, making my body tense with need. His cage pressed into my thigh, and I could feel his frustration blending with my desire.

"Ready?" Brax whispered, his voice low, dark, and dripping with lust. I nodded, biting down on my lip, bracing for that first moment.

He rolled me over pulling my cuffed wrists behind my back, grabbing my hips and forcefully pulling me up to where he wanted me. As he positioned the tip of the toy against me, I felt my body quiver. I pushed back against him slowly, as he pushed the dildo inside me, inch by inch, stretching me again like before, and I moaned deeply as it filled me completely. His hips pressed firmly against my ass, the coolness of the silicone giving way to the warmth of his body.

"Oh, Fuck, yes…" I gasped, as he pulled back and thrust hard into me. My body surrendered, overwhelmed by the thickness of the toy and the power of Brax behind it. He wasn’t holding back now, each thrust faster, harder, more relentless. My senses blurred, pleasure and pain mingling as he drove into me with the kind of raw intensity that left me trembling.

I screamed his name, over and over, as orgasm after orgasm hit me, each wave rolling into the next. I was lost in it, completely at his mercy, my wrists bound behind me as his hands gripped my hips, controlling every movement. It was everything I'd been craving. I couldn't stop moaning, my body shaking with pleasure as he kept going. He knew exactly how to push me—just hard enough to leave me gasping, but not too much. The rhythm of his hips never faltered as he pounded me, the dildo stretching me wide with every thrust.

I wanted to tell him to stop, that I couldn’t take it anymore, but I didn’t. I didn’t want him to stop. My face buried into the pillow, eyes rolled back in my head, pussy soaking, dripping down my thighs and over the bed. I was his, completely.

Finally, as the last wave of orgasm crashed over me, he slowed down. As I lay there, panting, soaked in sweat and pure bliss. My wrists still bound, body buzzing with pleasure, I felt Brax lean down, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder, his lips warm and comforting after such raw intensity.

He removed the cuffs and rolled me onto my back, his strong hands sliding over my trembling body, holding me close. His strap-on was still deep between my legs as he lay next to me.

“I’m so fucking glad you let me do that to you,” Brax whispered, his voice tender now. I smirked, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m glad you liked it…” I replied, teasingly, knowing it would definitely be a more regular part of his sex life.

I felt his cock twitching again, pulsing inside the cage as it pressed against me, desperate for release. I couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit more. My hand slid down to his cage, fingers grazing over it, feeling how soaked it was with precum. His whole body stiffened, and I felt the throbbing intensity beneath my palm.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I whispered, leaning into his ear with a wicked grin. “Maybe tomorrow… if you’re good.” He groaned, his frustration palpable, but I pulled away, rolling onto my side, backing my soaked, worn-out pussy against his caged cock just enough to make him gasp. Then, with satisfied sigh, I pulled his arm over me and settled in for the night.

I wasn’t sure if I would unlock him tomorrow. I missed the feeling of him inside me, but I also loved the control. The attention. The power.

And as we drifted off to sleep, I knew one thing for sure—I was keeping him horny, desperate, and aching for me in the morning. Exactly the way I wanted him.