Session 16-10-25

It has been 2 weeks since Sir and I got my new cage to kick off Locktober and naturally my horniness is through the roof. I’ve been posting daily cage pics on Bluesky (lthrandlatexxx.bsky.social) as ordered by Sir and it's been making me think about kink and porn a lot more than before. The posts are also constant reminders of my place as his locked slave. I’m barely approaching 30 days total without an orgasm at this point but I’m feeling wild with horniness. More than I ever have in my life. This session with Sir feels like it’s necessary for my sanity. Sir’s training is paying off a lot since I don’t even care that I’m not going to be unlocked this session (Locktober rules) I just want Sir’s cock in me.

Once through the door it's not long before I’m naked and being inspected. A 7/10 this time which I’m disappointed by and Sir isn’t best pleased so I receive 10 hard spanks as punishment. A lesson learned. Next onto a positions test including the three new ones added in October. I hesitate at the start on position 3. Ugh, why is my mind blanking again? I snap into the other positions as quickly as possible for the rest of the test eager to show Sir that I have been practicing despite my earlier slip. Sir rewards me with some kisses once finished so I think I’ve done okay. “Open”, he orders so he can spit in my mouth. I love it when Sir spits into my mouth so I greedily swallow every drop of spit I can get then I immediately start trying to kiss him again. Sir pulls away and smacks me across the face for that since I forgot to thank him for the privilege. I can’t believe I’m being so sloppy! I’m directing my horniness too much toward my own desires at the moment so I need to work on that.

Sir then has me try various tight speedos and pieces of lycra. He teases me about making me swim in the speedos to which I get all sheepish and shy. Fuck, he knows how to push my buttons and limits in just the right way. He decides on some cycling lycra that has a hole in the front that nicely frames my caged cock and a hole in the back too of course. Kisses are taken away from me next when the muzzle is strapped on. Sir also plugs me, I assume to get my hole ready for a hard fucking later, and locks the large chain collar around my neck. Everything feels so good when it’s being put on since I’m being subjected to more and more of Sir’s control. My cock is straining in its cage and Sir makes it ache even more by playing with nipples. He starts to whisper that he should train me to just cum from them being played with and that he should keep me denied until I do. My hormones are driving me crazy and my knees feel weak from all this teasing! I’m praying for some service and use asap for some relief. 

My wish to serve is quickly granted as I’m set to ironing a seemingly endless supply of shirts. Sir watches me iron whilst he works and occasionally comes over to tease me by grabbing my locked cock and giving me kisses on my muzzled mouth. When he is finished with his teasing I have to take a moment to gather myself and focus so that I don’t fuck up the ironing or burn myself. By the time I’m finished we’re both starving and we need to head out to get ingredients for the dinner I’m making for Sir and his bf. Before we head out, Sir puts his hand down my trousers and pushes a button on the plug to make it buzz alive then we head out of the door. 

The walk to the shop is way more fun than it would have been otherwise and I’m glad the plug buzzing away in my arse is so quiet (although my erratic heavy breathing, sweaty forehead and horny expression may give it away more than any buzzing would). We cross a quiet bridge then Sir says, ‘Right, there's no one around. Take your trousers down Slave’.I’m a bit shocked and do a quick double take to see if anyone is coming. ‘Come on then’, he orders. Ahhhh, this feels very exposing - fuck it, just do it. I quickly unbuckle my belt and yank them down. Sir snaps a picture while I’m blushing and checking frantically for people then finally says I can pull them up again. I manage to hit my balls in the haste of pulling them back up that I actually take longer but thankfully no one appeared. Sir probably enjoyed seeing me whack my own balls too. 

We arrive at the supermarket and it is huge. Every ingredient seems to be miles from all the others. All the walking is making the plug get more and more intense as my hole gets weaker and less able to resist its fucking. Occasional very intense buzzes from the plug stop me in my tracks and I have to gather myself but no one around me bats an eye. If only they knew. Sir says he’s annoyed how busy the shop is since he wanted to order me to take another cage check picture in the shop. I know he will order it again at some point as part of my training to be more public with my slave status but I’m glad it's postponed a bit since I’ve already been pushed with public exposure today a lot. My hole is also desperate for some relief.

We get back just in time since the plug dies soon after. This provides a well needed break for my hole and I wolf down some lunch. I then complete some more muzzled chores but I think Sir misses my mouth being available after a while so the muzzle is taken off and leather fist mitts are strapped onto my hands. I’m then ordered under Sir’s desk to suck him off while he works. The mitts are tied to either end of the desk leaving me helpless to move. I know that Sir loves this setup and I've fantasised about this a lot too - just a hole to be used and ignored. Once Sir’s cock is finally in my mouth I don’t ever want it to leave. I suck it slowly how Sir likes it and savour every inch of his shaft in my mouth, getting it down my throat as often as I can. I find myself getting hornier and hornier from the blowjob which is a newer experience for me. I normally get more tired and want a break but this time I can keep going. All the training Sir has been giving me has been paying off. Sir presses his foot down on my locked cock enjoying the absolute control he has over every aspect of me. The pain cranks up my lust for Sir’s cock and I’m desperate for him to cum a massive load into me. I suck and suck until Sir has to stop me because he’s too close. I feel like such a good slave and beam with pride that he is so close to cumming from my blowjob. I feel very satisfied and rest my head in my lap waiting for the order to suck him off again. 

Once Sir is satisfied with my blowjob services I’m put back to work on more muzzled chores (a 9/10 for these but still sloppy mistakes made) but soon they’re all finished. Sir still has some work to complete though so it’s storage time for me now in the leather sleepsack. Once my arms are in the sleeves and I’m helpless to stop anything, Sir attaches a ball parachute with rope to my balls. He tugs the rope taught (and then some!) so my balls are being mercilessly stretched then attaches the other end to the bed. The sleepsack is then trussed up extremely tight - almost punishingly so. Sir knows that's how I like it best and I can’t help but let out a few groans of pleasure. The three zippers are all taken right up to my chin with my cock and stretched balls safely trapped underneath. I’m testing my bonds and wriggling but can barely move a muscle. The new freshly charged plug in my arse starts vibrating and my balls are aching already. Sir then attaches some clover nipple clamps since I’m not tortured enough already! Their grip is strong so it hurts a lot but I can take it since I’m so fucking horny. I feel like I’m getting more masochistic as I’m kept more and more denied. ‘Lift your head slave’, Sir orders, so I immediately comply then he places the chain connecting the nipple clamps into my mouth. ‘Now pull slave’, Sir orders. I comply less immediately since I know this will really fucking hurt my nipples but my masochistic streak makes my cock strain when I do. My nipples feel on fire but it's all worth it. I want to show Sir how much I want to be controlled by him and how much I can suffer for him. It feels like ages before I’m allowed to drop them but it probably wasn’t that long. Sir then leaves me wriggling in my bonds to be mercilessly fucked with by his various evil contraptions.

I’m let out after a while being left to stew interspersed with some more teasing and kissing in the sleepsack. I’m grateful for the break since my arms have gone a bit dead from the tightness. They come back to life quickly though which is very handy since I need to cook dinner now. I’m handed just an apron to wear and get to it. It feels right to be cooking for Sir rather than the other way around which has been the set up previously. Another reminder of my place and further conditioning to always be serving Sir. I doubt I’ll ever not be the one cooking again. The meal goes down a treat which confirms my suspicions. 

Once dinner is finished and I’ve cleared up I’m put back into lycra and hooded. Cuffs are applied to my ankles and wrists and I’m strapped down to the bondage board. Pillows are provided for under my head and the rimming stool is placed over my face. Sir then sits down on my face and my tongue gets to work. I worship Sir’s hole by licking, probing and kissing as much as I can. Sir has to tell me to slow down. Another mental note about getting carried away with horniness made. Sir likes it in long slow licks and for me to really get my tongue deep into his hole. I keep going for as long as my tongue can last before I’m exhausted. Sir has been ignoring me the entire time so I’m feeling extremely used. He allows me to have a break and sits on the sofa to use me as a footrest instead. I’m again feeling deeply satisfied at getting to serve Sir and drift off to a horny subspace under Sir’s feet…

To be continued 😈