Locktober Day 9: The Embrace of Control
I woke up with a familiar ache, the kind of frustration that only comes from being denied what I craved most. The memory of last night played over in my mind—Addison had teased and tormented me, bringing me to the edge, only to ruin my orgasm with a devilish grin. I tried to convince her to help me afterward, but she had other plans, leaving me locked and desperate as I worked to please her. She’d worn herself out after multiple orgasms, falling asleep quickly, leaving me to wrestle with the overwhelming need throbbing in my caged cock.
As I lay there, the memory of her soft moans and the way she rode my face left me even hornier. I needed release, but that wasn’t in the cards last night. Now, she was still asleep, clearly spent from all the fun she’d had. I decided to start my day, slipping out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message: "I want your cock inside me." My heart raced. Addison must be awake! Hopeful, I hurried back to the bedroom, eager to find her waiting for me. As I entered, there she was, ass and pussy on full display, presenting herself on her knees, face down in the sheets. My mind raced. Finally, I thought, this could be it.
I walked over, running my hand over her perfect ass, grazing her warm skin as my fingers trailed down toward her soft, wet lips. I could feel my cock pulse inside its cage. She looked back at me with that familiar mischievous smile before giving me a small nod toward the bedside drawer. My heart pounded in anticipation. Maybe she’s finally going to unlock me! I opened the drawer, but instead of the key, I found something else—a strapon harness and our large black dildo. My eyes widened in surprise. I turned back to look at her, only to see that grin plastered across her face, buried in her pillow. Of course, this is what she wants.
With a mix of excitement and frustration, I slipped into the harness. My cock throbbed painfully inside its resin prison, but I knew pleasing Addison would be worth it. As I positioned myself behind her, she wiggled her hips, practically begging for me to take her. I loved how bold she had become as my keyholder—she knew exactly how to control the situation and me, pushing me to my limits.
I lubed up the dildo and pressed it against her opening, her body instantly pushing back, taking the full length inside her as she let out a deep moan. "Oh, that's what I wanted!" she gasped through clenched teeth, her teasing giggle reminding me of how cruelly she’d denied me last night. Her hand slipped between her legs, grabbing my caged cock and balls, tugging me closer, deeper.
Addison didn’t wait for me to move; she took control, bouncing on the toy, fucking herself as I watched. She gripped my balls harder with each thrust, making me moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. Every squeeze, every movement of her body, sent my desire for her soaring. Her control over me, the way she made me feel completely powerless yet so needed, it was intoxicating.
Her orgasm built quickly, and as she pushed back into me one final time, grinding and rocking her hips, I could feel her body tremble. She let out a satisfied groan, releasing her grip on my balls as she sighed deeply, a relaxed smile spreading across her face. "That was a nice start to the day," she whispered “Especially after riding your face all night” as a cheeky smirk slowly appeared across her face.
As she pulled off the toy, I began unstrapping the harness, assuming we were finished, but her hand quickly grabbed mine. "Did I say I was done?" she teased, rolling me onto my back before straddling me again. With a sly smile, she mounted the dildo, slowly lowering herself back down onto it. Her lips met mine in a deep, passionate kiss as she rode me, her slow, deliberate pace driving me insane.
I tugged at her hips, desperate for more, but she kept control. Her body tensed again, and she moaned into my mouth as her second orgasm hit, leaving me even more desperate and aching than before. She collapsed onto me, breathless, whispering, "I love your cock," before her evil grin returned.
As she climbed off me, she gave my balls one last teasing slap before slipping into her robe. "Want a coffee?" she asked casually, as if we hadn’t just had the most intense morning session. I watched her leave, my cock still throbbing, aching, locked away in its cage. As the moments ticked by, a creeping sense of regret and loneliness settled in my chest. I couldn't help but feel... left out. Forgotten, even. The high from earlier had faded, leaving behind a hollow ache I wasn’t prepared for. I’d given so much of myself, been denied more times than I could count, and now, as I sat there locked in my cage I felt utterly alone.
A rush of emotions surged through me—frustration, longing, a quiet sense of abandonment that gnawed at my insides. I was her plaything, sure, but right now I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t much more than that.
And in that moment, Addy peeked her angelic face back into the room, noticing the look on mine. Concern replaced her mischievous expression. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft, genuinely caring. I sat there, quiet for a moment, and as the concern on her face deepened, she asked again, "Is it getting too much?" In that instant, I knew—she had my back, I trusted her completely. This was all part of her fun. I smiled, the love and connection I felt overwhelming me. "No, I’m fine," I reassured her, my smile growing. Her grin returned as she teased, "Good, your coffee is ready."
The rest of the morning was spent hanging out together before she had to leave for work and an interview for her blog. She also had a girls' night planned later, meaning I’d be left alone for most of the day. But before she left, she made sure to keep me on edge, teasing me relentlessly with sexts and naughty messages.
When she came home to get ready for her night out, she wasted no time stripping in front of me, keeping her body teasingly close as she pulled me into the shower. I was still locked, of course, but as we stood under the hot water, I noticed something different—her necklace, she always take it off when she showers. the one with the key, still hung around her neck. My heart raced. She lowered herself to her knees, unlocking my cage as the warm water cascaded over us. The cool air hit my freed cock, and it began to swell, hopeful, aching for attention. "Does he want to play?" she teased before sliding her lips over the tip, kissing it gently. "I think you deserve a small break."
I couldn’t believe it. There I was, standing in the shower with Addison, the warm water cascading over our bodies, and suddenly, she turned around, her soft skin brushing against me as she guided my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. The moment she slid me inside her, my entire body shuddered. It felt like a rush of electricity surged through every nerve. I’d been locked up for days, denied any real touch, any true pleasure—so the sensation of her warm, slick heat around my cock was almost overwhelming.
I closed my eyes, trying to savor every second, but my body had other ideas. Every inch of me was hypersensitive, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through me that I wasn’t prepared for. Addison pressed back into me, her body grinding against mine as she moaned softly, her voice like music to my ears. Her ass was bouncing, slapping against my hips, and each time I sank deeper into her, I could feel the tension inside me building.
Her tightness gripped me perfectly, making it almost impossible to hold back. Every time I tried to slow down, she pushed harder, faster, and her moans grew louder. She was in control—always in control—and she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I was desperate, trying to prolong the moment, trying to stretch out the pleasure, but I could feel the pressure mounting. My cock throbbed inside her, the days of denial amplifying everything, making me feel like I was going to explode.
Addison’s body began to tremble, her breath catching as she neared her climax. Her moans mixed with mine, filling the small, steamy space around us. I could feel her tightening, her pussy squeezing me as her orgasm approached. And then it happened—her whole body tensed up, her muscles contracting around me as she cried out in pleasure. The sensation of her climax, the way she pulsed and clenched around my cock, pushed me right over the edge.
I couldn't hold back any longer. My orgasm crashed over me as I exploded inside her, filling her with everything I had, every drop of frustration, desire, and longing I’d been holding back for days. My cock pulsed as I came deep inside her, my hands gripping her hips as the pleasure consumed me. My heart raced, my breathing ragged as I leaned against her, letting the intensity of the moment wash over us both. For a moment, everything was perfect—the heat of her body wrapped around me, the water still flowing over us, the afterglow of a release I’d been craving for what felt like an eternity
When we finally stepped out of the shower, Addison handed me the small stainless steel cage. "I think after that, you can use this one for a while," she said with a smirk, tossing a pair of pink lace panties onto the bed. "And these too."
As soon as I locked the cage into place, the final click echoing through the room, Addison turned to me with a sly smile, clearly satisfied with the sight of me back in my rightful place—drained and controlled. She tossed me her panties, the soft fabric sliding up my legs as I adjusted them around my waist, the lace brushing against my caged cock. Then before she started getting ready for her night out, she gave me one last command as she lay back on the bed opening her legs, her voice dripping with dominance.
“clean up the mess you made, so I don’t have your cum dripping out of me all night."
The way she said it made my heart race. Without hesitation, I sank to my knees, my eyes fixed on the remnants of our shared orgasms still glistening on her thighs and leaking out of her. The taste of our combined juices hit my tongue as I licked slowly, savoring every moment. Our juices coated my lips as I cleaned her, my tongue tracing every inch of her slick, trembling skin. The intimacy of the act was overwhelming, the mix of her dominance and the physical reminder of what I had just given her made my mind spin.
Her fingers found their way into my hair, pulling me closer as my tongue slipped deeper inside her. I could feel the warmth of her arousal build again, the wetness increasing as I continued to eat her out, the last remnants of our ecstasy swirling in my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my head, locking me in place, and I could feel her body start to tense.
I loved the way she took control—how she could command me with just a glance or a simple phrase. The power she held over me was intoxicating, and the lengths I was willing to go for her seemed endless. Her dominance was my drug, and every time she pushed me further, I craved even more. I could feel her thighs clench tighter as she rode out her orgasm, her body pulsing against my face as I stayed there, locked between her legs, giving her everything she needed. Her moans filled the room as her hips rocked into me, using me to prolong her release. The feeling of her body shaking, her control over me complete, sent a rush through my system. I loved every second of it—the taste, the submission, the way she dominated me without mercy.
When her orgasm finally subsided, she released her grip on my head, her body still trembling as she caught her breath. She looked down at me, her lips curling into a satisfied smile, a glint of dominance still in her eyes. "There’s my good boy," she purred, stroking my cheek with her thumb.
Every moment I spent in her control only deepened my desire for her. The more she took, the more I wanted to give
As she gathered her things and made her way to the door, she turned back one last time. "Make sure you send me regular picture updates of your sexy new look while I’m gone," she teased, her eyes flicking down to the pink panties barely concealing the cage she’d locked me in. "Whether I reply or not… well, that’s up to me."
The smirk on her face told me that the waiting and wondering was all part of the game. Even if she left me hanging, I’d be aching for her attention, desperate to know what she thought of each humiliating snap I’d send.
"And don’t think for a second you’re off the hook when I get home," she added, her voice low and dripping with dominance. Let’s just say… Addy gets really fun after a night out with the girls.
Her words lingered long after she left, igniting my curiosity about what wild plans she had for when she returned. Whatever it was, I knew it would push my limits. But after our incredible shower session, any feelings of loneliness or sadness had melted away. I was caged but felt like the luckiest guy on earth. and more than willing to give her even more of myself.
