Hi All, Addy here. Hope everyone is doing great today! Thanks for all the support and feedback on our journey so far—it’s been so much fun sharing this with you. Now, let’s get into Day 14!

I woke up this morning with a sense of contentment, my body warm under the covers as memories of our Locktober journey played through my mind. Every orgasm I’ve received, and the ones I’ve gifted Brax, still lingered in my thoughts, making me smile. He’s had more pussy this month than he did last month, I thought with a smirk. But there’s still so much fun left to be had.

Slipping out of bed quietly, I couldn’t resist. Brax was still asleep, his breathing steady, but I knew his cock would be hard, his balls full. Gently, I slid my hand under the covers, rubbing over his caged cock and balls. Sure enough, they were tight and swollen, the cage doing its job. My smile grew as I watched him stir, his eyes fluttering open to find me grinning down at him, my hand between his legs.

“Good morning,” I said, playfully squeezing his balls just enough to make him gasp.

He stretched, his body waking up as he peered down at what I was doing. “Sure is,” he mumbled with a cheeky grin.

I pulled my hand away, denying him any more pleasure. “Not for you,” I teased, jumping out of bed with a bounce in my step. “Come on, get up.”

He tried coaxing me back into bed, but I shot him a playful smile and shook my head. “Nope. You need to get all your work done early today so I can have you to myself for the rest of it.” I pulled him up, noticing the frustration on his face—and the more visible frustration beneath his cage. His cock was straining against it, his balls turning a slight purple hue from the tight base ring.

Reluctantly, he got up, but not without getting handsy while I made coffee. His hands roamed my body, massaging my boobs and making my pussy throb with every touch. But I wasn’t going to let him know how much I enjoyed it. I had a plan—one that involved prolonging his suffering, making him wait. He’d had it too easy lately, and I needed to learn how to keep my damn knees together, I thought with a mischievous grin.

Before Brax left for work, I wanted to make sure he’d be thinking of me all day—unable to escape the hold I have on him. While he showered, I slipped out of my clothes, feeling the excitement build as the idea came to life. I grabbed his phone, the cool air on my skin only adding to the rush as I snapped a few photos, making sure each one was perfect.

I set one of those shots as his home screen, knowing he’d be greeted by it every time he unlocked his phone. But that wasn’t enough. I scheduled the others to pop up throughout the day, each one accompanied by a teasing message to make sure he’d be squirming in that cage by the time he got home. As he went to step out the door, the first one popped up. His eyes widened at the close-up shot of my wet pussy, complete with the heart-shaped key dangling in front of it. I smiled, giving him a quick kiss and a cheeky, “First of many.”

He grinned, his frustration visible, but I knew he loved it. “It’s going to be a good day,” he said, walking out with a spring in his step.

An hour later, another photo, then another. Just thinking about how much that would drive him crazy made me smile.

Every message was a tease, a reminder that I control not just his cock, but his thoughts, his focus. I wanted him distracted, knowing that all day long, he’d be craving something he couldn’t have. And by the time he walked through that door, he’d be desperate for me—but still completely at my mercy. Just the way I like it.

Throughout the day, between Brax’s teasing updates and the writing I was doing, I couldn’t help but stay wet. Every time my phone pinged with one of his frustrated replies, it sent a thrill through me, reminding me of the power I held—and what was waiting for both of us when he got home. Each message made me wetter, thinking of how desperate he must be, his cock straining in the cage, and knowing that tonight, I was going to make him squirm even more.

By the time I heard his car pull into the driveway, I was already in bed, completely naked, my body burning with anticipation. My dildo was buried deep inside me, my fingers lazily teasing my clit, keeping myself on the edge but not letting go. The room smelled of sex. I video called Brax and showed him a teaser of what was waiting for him, what he was coming home too.

I had been waiting for him like this for a while, my pussy dripping down my thighs, the wet spot on the sheets growing beneath me. My moans filled the room, soft and inviting, just loud enough that I knew Brax would hear me the second he walked through the door.

As soon as I heard the door creak open, I let out a louder, deliberate moan, making sure my voice echoed through the house. I wanted him to walk in and see me exactly like this—spread out, dripping wet, and aching for more. I knew it would drive him wild.

Brax rushed in, eyes wide, his breath catching the moment he saw me lying there, fucking myself slowly with the dildo. His reaction was everything I’d hoped for. "You’re just in time," I breathed, thrusting the toy deeper, my body arching. His hands were on me in an instant, his fingers gliding over my thighs, hungry to join in.

“Can I join?” he asked, his voice thick with need.

I smirked, my eyes locking with his. “Only if you can make it better,” I teased, knowing full well that whatever he did would be more than enough to push me over the edge.

He stripped, replacing his clothes with his leather strap-on harness, and reached out for the dildo. But I didn’t give it up easily, continuing to fuck myself as his eyes narrowed with determination. He took control, though, climbing on top of me, gripping the toy and connecting it to his harness, pressing it deep inside me with one swift motion.

Watching him take over, the determination in his eyes, sent waves of pleasure through me. His hips moved, thrusting the dildo in and out of me as I moaned louder, feeling his cage press against my ass with every movement. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, my body tensing as the orgasm built inside me.

I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing beneath him. His arms wrapped around me, hands gripping my shoulders as he thrust deeper, prolonging the waves of pleasure. As the intensity faded, he slowed down, his forehead resting against mine, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze. He kissed me deeply, and I melted into him.

I coaxed Brax into the shower with me, teasing him the entire time, letting his hands explore every inch of me as he soaped me up. His caged cock was throbbing, desperate for release, but I wasn’t giving in that easily. The way his hands slid over my body, hungry for more, was enough to almost make me give in to him, but I had a plan for later.

As we stepped out of the shower, I casually mentioned that he’d be taking me out on a date tonight. After he dried off and went to grab his underwear, I tossed his red thong at him. “I want you to wear this tonight,” I said, smirking as it hit him in the face. My eyes darkened with a seductive hunger. “I want something pretty to rip you off later.”

His hands had been all over me in the shower, getting me ready for round two, but we couldn’t afford to be late. After he slipped into the thong, I gave his caged cock a firm squeeze through the red lace, loving the way it strained against the tight fabric. “Good,” I purred, my lip curling as I kissed him, biting down on his lower lip and pulling him closer. “Don’t forget to put in your new friend before we go,” I added with a cheeky grin, trying to keep myself from laughing too much.

He groaned, knowing exactly what I meant—the massager-vibrator combo i bought recently, which I loved using to torture him. “Nope..,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, but I just nodded, my grin widening as I played with the heart-shaped key around my neck. Eventually, his rejection turned into a resigned sigh, and he disappeared into the bathroom to do as I asked. I always get my way—and I couldn’t help but giggle to myself at how easy it was.

As we got ready to leave, sitting in the car just about to back out of the driveway, I slipped my hand into my pocket and felt the remote for his prostate massager. A mischievous smirk spread across my face as I pressed the button. BUZZ. A short burst filled the car, making Brax turn his head toward me, his face unfazed, but I knew it was getting to him. He just shook his head, unimpressed, while I struggled to contain my fit of laughter all the way to the restaurant.

Dinner was wonderful, except for one little hiccup. I quickly learned that Brax’s vibrator made a very noticeable buzzing sound against the hardwood seating, which earned us some stares. His nervous behavior only made it worse, and I loved every second of his discomfort. Once dinner was done, we headed to a movie. The theater was nearly empty, which was perfect. I spent most of the film with my hand on his cage, gently squeezing his balls, feeling the low hum of his vibrator through his body. His head rested on my shoulder, enjoying the movie and the internal massage, while his cock pulsed every time I rolled his precum over the tip of his cage.

By the time we got home, Brax was all over me, practically dragging me to bed. But I made him wait. Instead, I made him give me a long, slow foot massage while we watched another movie on the couch, all the while keeping him warm with the steady vibrations of his new best friend.

When we finally got into bed, both of us were more than ready. I had been teasing him all night, and having his hands on me at every opportunity had left me dripping with desire. Brax didn’t waste any time. He grabbed me, kissing me hungrily, his hands roaming over my body, grabbing my breasts, sucking on them before moving lower, planting kisses down my stomach until his lips found my pussy.

His tongue worked wonders, licking and sucking as my body heated up, his caged cock throbbing as the vibrator inside him continued to pulse. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as he devoured me, his fingers slipping inside, curling upward as his mouth teased my clit. I came three times that night, my body trembling and spent from his mouth and fingers. By the end, he was practically begging for release.

He crawled up my body, kissing me softly, pleading with his eyes to let him fuck me with his own cock. But I wasn’t giving in—not tonight. He’d been so good, and I couldn’t fault a thing, but he got lucky yesterday. Maybe tomorrow will be his day.

We lay there for ages afterward, his head resting on my chest, my hands running over his body, holding him close. His cheeky comments made me laugh, telling me how mean I was and how he’d punish me by making me cum more tomorrow. Ha, punishment. His cage pulsed, dribbling precum against my thigh all night long, a constant reminder that he’d be waiting for me in the morning, ready for whatever I had in store.