Hi everyone! Addy here. I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for the amazing support and kind comments on our journey. Your encouragement means the world to us! I hope you're enjoying our Locktober adventure—this is Day 10, buckle up it gets intimate!

I came home after my girls' night out to find Brax half-asleep on the couch, trying to stay up for me. I’d been teasing him all night, sending sexy, provocative messages, and even requesting a few snaps of him in his pretty little outfit. A few drinks in, I was buzzed—not sloppy, just enough to feel that extra bit of courage—and my mood was sky-high. I was so ready to get home and have some fun, but I was having such a great time with the girls. Sometimes, it's nice to just let loose, dance, and enjoy the night.

At the club, I wore my key proudly around my neck, and while no one asked about it at first, one of my friends noticed a random guy staring and pointing at it while whispering to his buddy. She standing next to me whispered in mine, and I just smiled, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. I turned and gave him a sly smile, which made him quickly look away. Of course, this sparked curiosity in one of my friends, and she began to ask about the necklace, “it's really beautiful, who gave it to you?”. I told her I’d fill her in another time—it wasn’t the night for that conversation.

By the time I got home, it was close to 1:30 AM. Brax's sleepy eyes met mine as I walked toward him, and that adorable smile spread across his face. He looked so damn cute lying there, cock caged, obediently wearing the panties I picked out for him. The sight of him like that, all because I asked, sent a thrill straight through me. He’d been such a good boy while I was gone. Not a thing out of place in the house—he’d even cleaned up. My good boy.

Without saying a word, I straddled him, pressing my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his caged cock through the lace panties. God, it felt so good. My clit tingled as it rolled over his cage. I knew then, that while he wasn’t getting out tonight—I already caved earlier in the day—it was still going to be a night to remember. I pulled away, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the bedroom.

He already knew what was coming. Throughout the night, I’d told him that I was going to make him watch me tonight. He loves it when I put on a show, and he knows exactly how I get after a few drinks. As we walked into the bedroom, I let go of his hand, teasing him as I slowly removed my black lace panties from underneath my dress. I watched as his cock swelled against the cage, bulging out, desperate for release. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

"Help me," I said, looking him directly in the eyes. He eagerly pulled my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but my glossy black heels. I loved the way he looked at me—like he was starving for me, his eyes devouring every inch of my body.

I could feel the power surge through me as I pushed him onto the bed, walking away with a deliberate sway in my hips, knowing his eyes were glued to my ass.

When I returned, cuffs in hand, his eyes widened, filled with anticipation. Swinging the cuffs around my finger, I slowly approached him, enjoying how much control I had. He didn’t even resist as I cuffed him to the bed, his eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and frustration.

I straddled him again, my soaking pussy sliding over his cage, teasing both of us as I ground harder, wetness dripping through the panties onto his caged cock.

I grabbed my vibrator from the nightstand, feeling his mouth on my breast as I did. His tongue teased my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I pressed the vibrator to my clit, riding his caged cock and letting the waves of pleasure wash over me. His groans, the way his body tensed beneath me—it all fueled my orgasm, making it even more intense. I came hard, my juices soaking him, leaving him bound, frustrated, and dripping in my release.

But I wasn’t done.

Reaching into our toy drawer, I pulled out my favorite dildo. The look on his face was priceless—half-confusion, half-excitement. I teased him, letting the anticipation build before I straddled him again, this time positioning myself over his cock.

I could feel his frustration as I began fucking myself with the dildo, my body taking over as I rode it in front of him. Watching him squirm beneath me, seeing the need in his eyes, only made me push myself harder until another orgasm wracked my body.

Still dripping in arousal, I grabbed the strapon harness. His eyes lit up with excitement as I lubed up the dildo I had just been fucking myself with, the thought of using it on him making me even wetter. I pulled his legs apart and took my place between them before guiding my cock inside him. Slowly at first, savoring every moan, every gasp as I stretched him.

His body melted under me as I leaned down to kiss him, thrusting into him with purpose. He gripped me tightly, his body tensing as he moaned, unable to hold back any longer. His orgasm hit him hard, but I wasn’t done yet. I pounded him harder, enjoying every second of being in control, of making him take everything I had to give.

When he couldn’t take any more, I uncuffed him and told him it was his turn. But instead of letting him go, I rolled him over, spreading him open as I slid the dildo into him again, this time from behind. His deep, guttural groans filled the room as I took control, my legs locking him in position, my hips moving with a steady rhythm, each thrust harder than the last. I slapped his ass, watching his muscles tense and hearing the way his body responded, begging for more. The sound of his moans, the way he completely submitted beneath me, made me feel unstoppable.

I could see the desire and need written across his face, driving me to push deeper, to take him even harder. I loved how powerful I felt, how much I owned this moment, fucking him with complete control. And when it was all over, the look of satisfaction and that sly smile he gave me was all I needed to know—he loved it every bit as much as I did.

After I finished with him, I looked in awe at my creation of Brax, spent in a pool of our orgasms, as I removed the strapon and mounted his face one last time. He was exhausted but knew exactly what to do, his tongue finding my clit, bringing me to one last orgasm. As I collapsed beside him, sweaty, satisfied, and completely finished, I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life.

But as the alcohol wore off and the haze of the night faded, a pit of doubt settled in my stomach. Had I gone too far? Had I pushed him beyond his limits without realizing it? The memory of how hard I’d fucked him, how mercilessly I had taken control, flickered in my mind like a twisted fantasy—and now, in the cold light of morning, it felt too raw. Too much. My heart raced as I replayed everything, the heat of the moment replaced with fear that I might have crossed a line.

By the time morning arrived, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I blurted out an apology during our morning coffee, half-shaking as I confessed my worry. Brax, half-asleep, blinked at me, then grinned—the kind of grin that could melt me instantly. “Are you kidding?” he said, laughing softly. “That was one of the best nights of my life.”

His words hit me like a wave, and I broke. Tears welled up before I could stop them, and suddenly I was sobbing, the intensity of the relief overwhelming me. Brax pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly as I cried into his chest. His fingers stroked my hair, his voice a soft, comforting murmur, telling me how much he loved every second, how perfect it was, how much he adored seeing me so confident, so in control. I clung to him, my body still buzzing from the night, the closeness between us now deeper than ever.

We ended up making love again that day, but this time, it was slow, tender, and incredibly passionate—like we were rediscovering each other all over again. Every touch felt electric, every kiss a promise. There was no rush, just the two of us completely immersed in the moment, savoring each second. As I moved against him, I could feel how much deeper our connection had grown. It wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust, vulnerability, and the way we had embraced these roles so fully.

Afterward, as Brax lay there spent, I reached for the cage, my fingers tracing over the cool resin before locking it around him. He watched me with a mix of desire and devotion in his eyes, and it hit me—just how far we’d come since the start of this journey. We weren’t the same couple we used to be. There was a time when I would have second-guessed myself, worried about pushing him too hard or going too far. But now, I felt nothing but pride. I was proud of the woman I’d become, of the keyholder I was now. I had grown into this role, and it felt right—empowering, even. Brax wasn’t just my partner; he was mine, locked under my control, and he loved every second of it.

As I clicked the lock closed, securing him once again, I saw the way his eyes softened. There was no need for words. He knew what the cage symbolized now—it wasn’t just about control or power; it was about love, trust, and the unspoken bond we shared. He was mine in every sense of the word, and I was his. That realization filled me with a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t known before.

Later that night, as I snuggled up next to Brax, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. He lay there, locked and completely content, and I felt an overwhelming joy in seeing him that way.

The thrill of our wild night still pulsed through my veins, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had stepped into my power as a keyholder, and it felt incredible to see how much he loved it, too.

As his fingers intertwined with mine, I realized we were creating something beautiful together—an unbreakable bond that deepened with each experience. I closed my eyes, my heart full, knowing that tomorrow would bring even more adventures. We were locked together in every sense, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Addison 🥰😘