Locktober Day 7: A Day Of Denial & A Night Of Dominance

I woke up after only a few hours of restless sleep. My body ached, my cock throbbed inside its cage, and my mind replayed everything from the day before. Yesterday was brutal—Addison had teased and denied me relentlessly. My cock felt sensitive, almost bruised from the pressure, and the memory of her devious smile kept me on edge. The hunger in me hadn’t died down; if anything, it had intensified.

I glanced at Addison, still sleeping soundly beside me, her peaceful face such a contrast to the torment she'd put me through. Reaching for my phone, I carefully turned down the volume, trying not to wake her as I rewatched the video she’d sent me yesterday—her riding that dildo so intensely, then blowing me a kiss with that wicked glint in her eye. Instantly, my cock strained painfully against the cage again, swelling as I quietly groaned in frustration.

Sliding out of bed, I started dressing for the day. As I leaned down to kiss Addi, already half-dressed, I let my hand glide between her legs. She quickly pressed her thighs together, biting her lip before gently pushing my hand away and guiding my head down to take its place. "You ruined her yesterday," she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. "She needs kisses."

As my mouth found her pussy, I could feel how swollen and sensitive she was from the night before. I kissed her softly, worshiping her. My cock throbbed in response, and as I instinctively ground myself against the mattress, Addi softly commanded me to stop.

I fought the urge to focus on my own desperation and redirected all my attention to her pleasure. I could still remember how hard I had fucked her the night before—how deeply satisfying it was to watch her melt under me, even if it was with a strap-on. That memory lingered as I licked and kissed every inch of her pussy, her body reacting with each stroke of my tongue. Addison reached orgasm, her hips pressing her pussy hard against my face as her legs trembled. Her moans sent a jolt of pride through me; I loved making her cum.

As her orgasm faded, she pulled my face up to hers, kissed me deeply, and let her hand slide down into my sweatpants. A quick squeeze, her thumb brushing over the tip of my caged cock, sent shivers through me.

"Day 7," she whispered with a proud smile. "I’m so proud of you."

My heart raced. “Thanks,” I replied, hopeful. “Does that mean I get a day off?” My cock twitched against the tight confines of the cage, eager for any chance at release.

Her lips curled into a soft, teasing smile. She shook her head slowly, that playful glint back in her eyes as she guided me onto the bed. "If you can cum with your cage on, you’ve got until I stop," she said, her voice dripping with challenge.

Her mouth descended on my balls, sucking gently, teasing me through the cage. Her warm tongue flicked and played, while her hands kept a firm grasp on my aching balls, pulling and squeezing just enough to bring me to the brink. But no matter how much I tried, the cage stopped me from going all the way. It was maddening, deliciously so.

Without warning, she stopped. Smiling, she straddled me, facing away, her pussy resting and grinding right on top of my caged cock, dripping down onto my swollen balls. The heat of her body against me only made my desperation worse. I wanted to touch but all I could do was stare at her, admiring her perfect ass and the glistening trail of wetness her pussy left behind. "She's my goddess," was all I could think.

She leaned back against me, wrapping my arms around her, and for a moment we just stayed like that. But the teasing never stopped, not even for a second.

Throughout the day, Addi kept finding ways to torture me—randomly pulling me into the bedroom just to suck on my balls again, only to stop before I could get anywhere. "I’m starting to think you just like licking my precum," I joked, half frustrated, half in awe of her power over me.

She grinned and confirmed my joke with a slow nod, but said nothing, her silence leaving me anxious, unsure of what was coming next. By dinner, her mood had completely changed, she was short and blunt. If she spoke, it was with purpose—quick and dismissive. It drove me insane, her cold shoulder treatment setting off alarms in my mind.

Was this her way of preparing me for release later tonight? Or was she setting me up for even more denial?

By the time we were back in the bedroom, her energy had shifted again completely. Addison’s eyes locked onto mine, a look of pure intent flashing in them. "I hope you're ready," she said, her tone dangerous, seductive. I nodded, remembering our conversations about Locktober and the deal we’d made—any time, anywhere, within reason. And I had promised her I’d be ready.

As she undressed, my eyes caught the familiar sight of the black fabric from our spareparts strap-on harness around her hips. My cock instantly pressed against the cage again.

Addison climbed onto the bed, flicking the light off. Her silhouette in the darkness was mesmerizing—the curve of her hips, I could see the outline of the hankey's dildo as she prepared it. "I hope you enjoyed last night," she teased, her voice low. "Because tonight, you’re getting the same treatment. I just hope it’s as much fun for me as it was for you."

She positioned herself between my legs, the huge dildo resting over my caged cock. As I looked down my heart raced as I realized just how deep it was going to reach inside me.

“I want to make love to you before I fuck you” Addi said as she bent the toy down and placed the tip at my entrance, then started leaning closer down to kiss me. I could feel her cock bunching and bending as she got closer, then firmly but slowly taking its original shape as it slid inside me. As her lips met mine, so did her hips as I felt her cock sink deep inside me.

I groaned, her lips silencing me as my body adjusted to the intensity. Every stroke was deliberate, sensual. Her body against mine, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation—it all mixed together, sending me spiraling. My cock pulsing in its cage, desperate for any form of release.

Addison knew exactly how close I was. She slowed her pace, teasing me just as she had done all day, before pulling out and slapping my ass. "Roll over," she commanded. "Now it’s my turn to have some fun."

With a fresh coat of lube, she pressed the dildo inside me again, this time from behind. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto her with each thrust. I was completely at her mercy, my body trembling as she used me for her pleasure. My mind was blank except for the overwhelming need coursing through me.

She reached down between my legs, grabbing my caged cock, pulling me up further into the bed as she thrust harder. My face was buried in the pillow, her grip on me unrelenting as I cried out in pleasure.

Then, it happened—a shudder ran through me, my prostate convulsing as I came hard, my cock throbbing inside the cage. Addison, relentless and without mercy, continued to pound through my orgasm. My body, shaking and overwhelmed, instinctively tried to pull away, but she quickly pushed my face back into the pillow, her dominance undeniable.

As a deep moan escaped me, "Oh, fuck me," I cried out—something I rarely did in the bedroom. But this time was different. I was overstimulated, and Addi’s raw passion, her complete dominance, lit a fire in me I hadn’t felt before. I loved every moment, every second she claimed control over my body.

The way she forced me toward another orgasm was impossibly hot, unlike anything we’d done before. She had never been this intense, this demanding. Each time she slammed into me, I could feel another wave of pleasure building deep inside. With a firm grip on my wrists, she moved my hands to the headboard, locking them in place as leverage, her own hands gripping my hips harder as she quickened the pace. My brain was foggy with pleasure as she thrust with unrelenting intensity, fucking me senseless. Every muscle in my body tensed as another orgasm brewed just under the surface. Addi’s final thrust sent me spiraling into oblivion. We stayed locked together, her cock buried impossibly deep, my body quivering and pulsing around her as her orgasm claimed her as well. She collapsed onto my back, strapon still fully inside me, both of us breathless, our bodies slick with sweat. I lay there in a pool of my own cum, feeling my cock slowly soften, and an overwhelming sense of peace washed over me.

Addi whispered in my ear, "I’m so fucking glad I get to do that to you," Just as I did when I ruined her last night, and we both broke into soft, breathless giggles.

"Me too," I managed to say, sinking into the blissful afterglow as we lay entwined.

And that, my friends, is how our Day 7 of Locktober ended. Intense, raw, and unforgettable. Addison always knows how to keep things interesting. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more!