Locktober has officially begun, and I couldn’t have imagined a crueler—or hotter—start to the month. The fiery redhead cougar Caelyx had me exactly where she wanted me: locked up tight in a steel chastity cage with no hope of release. The moment that lock clicked shut, I knew my cock was no longer mine. For the next month, my pleasure would be denied, and hers would be the only thing that mattered.
She teased me mercilessly from the start, running her hands over the cage, kissing it, even sucking on it like it was the real thing. The sound of her lips and the sight of her tongue swirling around the bars drove me insane. I ached to feel her mouth on my cock, but the cage made sure that was impossible. The frustration, the denial—it made every second hotter.
Then she took it further. Caelyx stripped down and slid off her latex pussy, revealing her wet, hungry lips. She straddled me, pressing her bare pussy against the cage, grinding down until I could feel her juices dripping onto my cock. The warmth of her sex surrounded me, but the metal barrier never let me inside her. My body shook with need while she moaned in delight, using my caged cock as her personal toy.
The teasing became unbearable when she took my locked shaft and actually penetrated herself with it. Slowly, she rode the cage, pushing it in and out of her dripping pussy. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she lost herself in the feeling of the hard steel rubbing her walls. Watching her grind and cum on my cage was the worst—I could feel the warmth, the wetness, the tightness all around me, but none of the sensation reached my cock. It was pure denial. I was nothing more than the tool she chose to get herself off.
By the time her orgasm ripped through her, I was desperate, throbbing, straining against the cage that held me prisoner. My only role was to serve her, and she made sure I remembered it. She pulled me between her thighs and ordered me to do what I’d been trained to do: eat her pussy, slow and deep, exactly how she liked it. I licked her soft folds, tasting the cum she had just drenched my cage with, worshipping her clit with my tongue until she came again, shaking in satisfaction.
This month isn’t about me—it’s all about her. My cock will remain locked away, untouched and denied, while Caelyx takes every ounce of pleasure she desires. Watching her cum over and over while I’m trapped in chastity is the ultimate mindfuck, and I know this is only the beginning of my Locktober torment.
In this scene you’ll see denial, chastity, pussy worship, and raw female domination at its finest. Caelyx proves that control is the ultimate turn-on—and my cock doesn’t get a say.
