This morning started with a sigh. It’s here. My time of the month. Honestly, I wasn’t surprised—it had been creeping up on me. And hey, I’ve had more than my fair share of orgasms this month, so I couldn’t really complain. But still, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

I pulled the covers back slightly to peek at Brax, or more specifically, at his cock, still caged and locked up for me. Seeing it still trapped made me smile mischievously. If I couldn’t have any fun for the next few days, why should he? Oh, I was going to make sure the rest of Locktober was hell for him. Besides, there’s something so satisfying about teasing him and leaving him begging all day. I had to see how long I could hold off letting him out.

Sliding out of bed, I moved toward the coffee maker, the movement making Brax stir. He slowly woke up, stretching in the bed. I couldn’t resist teasing him right away. Standing at the end of the bed, I let my hands slide under the covers and between his legs, up to his caged cock, giving it a nice, firm squeeze.

Brax’s eyes flew open, locking onto mine as he spread his legs for me. “I’m really liking these wake-ups,” he smirked, clearly enjoying the attention as his cock twitched in the cage.

I grinned back at him, my hand still wrapped around him. “I really like the part where I leave you dripping and begging for me all day,” I teased, letting go and heading back to the kitchen to make two coffees.

The sun was beaming outside on the balcony, and I told Brax he could join me for some naked coffee time. “Let’s get some vitamin D, since we’re clearly not getting enough from the silicone,” I joked, and Brax chuckled as he dragged himself out of bed.

Sitting out there on the balcony was surreal. The gentle breeze contrasted with the blazing sun, making my nipples hard through my thin top. Brax couldn’t keep his eyes off me—his gaze darting between my chest and the little peek of my pussy as I leaned back with my legs crossed. And I wasn’t about to make it easy for him either. I teased him, flaunting myself just enough to drive him wild without giving too much away. His eyes were glued to me, and I could feel the intensity between us growing with every passing moment.

But we had to get ready for my friend’s 21st birthday party tonight, which was Pimps & Hoes themed—perfect for a little more fun. I instructed Brax to wear the red lace thong again today, and the look he gave me was priceless. But after a few cheeky giggles and a little teasing, he gave in and slid it up his legs. He looked so hot in it. His cage was barely visible through the lace, but just enough to remind him (and me) of who was in control.

I couldn’t resist one more feel before he got fully dressed. Kneeling down, I kissed the cage and gave his balls a quick lick for good luck, making sure he’d be uncomfortable and straining all day. As for me, I wore my heart-shaped key necklace with pride, along with a skin-tight, low-cut dress that hugged all the right places. Brax’s eyes followed me everywhere as we left the apartment. I could practically feel his gaze burning into my ass the entire way out.

The party was a blast. It was my best friend from school’s youngest sister’s 21st, and everyone was dressed to the nines in their Pimps & Hoes outfits. It was the perfect cover for being a little more vocal about our dynamic, knowing people would just think it was part of the party. I wasn’t unlocking Brax after this, though!

As soon as we arrived, I noticed one of my friends from school wearing the exact same heart-shaped key necklace. We shared a knowing look, both realizing we’d have to chat about this later. Throughout the night, a few people complimented our “costumes.” My black sequin dress was barely holding me in, while Brax rocked a matching sequin top and studded faux-leather pants. His cage was nearly invisible under the tight pants, but I made a few sneaky attempts to make him hard, hoping it would show through. The pants were too tight to let him get much of a rise, but it was fun watching him squirm.

Later on, I caught up with my friend wearing the same necklace, and sure enough, they had just started experimenting with chastity too! We swapped stories, both laughing about how we were using the party to subtly flaunt our lifestyle in public while everyone assumed it was just part of the theme. It felt good to chat with another keyholder who was just starting out, knowing I had been in her shoes not too long ago.

Throughout the night, I reveled in telling people exactly what my key was for. “Oh, it’s for his chastity cage,” I’d say casually when someone asked. The reactions were priceless—some people were intrigued, others a bit horrified. But watching Brax’s face when I’d proudly declare that I wasn’t unlocking him afterward? That was pure gold. It became a running joke among my friends, and eventually, they started directing playful comments toward Brax, making him even more uncomfortable.

On the dancefloor, I took my “pimp” role to the next level. Grinding on Brax, teasing him in front of everyone—it was like a game. Eventually, a couple of my friends came over, and I handed him off to them with a wink, telling them to make him uncomfortable. They caught on quickly, flashing looks between my key and his crotch, and Brax’s face turned bright red as they danced on him, playfully taunting him.

What surprised me the most was how much I enjoyed watching it unfold. A year ago, I never would have let something like this happen. But now, my confidence in our relationship has grown so much that I could just sit back, giggle, and watch Brax be teased by two beautiful women, knowing he was completely mine and couldn’t do a thing about it.

As the night came to an end, we stumbled back to our room, alcohol making us giggly and light-headed. There was an undeniable tension between us. As soon as we got inside, I couldn’t help but admire Brax in his “man whore” costume—his cock restrained underneath while I held the key to his pleasure. The moment felt powerful, and I kissed him deeply before practically tearing his clothes off and pushing him onto the bed.

His cock was hard, straining in the cage, begging for release. I traced my fingers and tongue over the bulge, sucking the precum off as it dribbled through the holes in the resin. “I should’ve brought my friends back to strip for you,” I teased, before trailing my lips down to his balls.

Brax looked at me with so much love when he whispered, “I’d rather cuddle with you all night than watch a million girls strip.”

My heart melted a little, but it didn’t change what I was about to do. His cock was bouncing, pulsing in my hands, aching for release, but I wasn’t letting him out. I climbed onto his chest, laying down on him, watching his cock throb as my head rose and fell with his breathing. Neither of us was getting any release tonight—but at least we were in it together.

I kissed him softly and told him I loved him before we fell asleep, both of us exhausted, horny, and totally content.