Is it locked?

Good. I want to hear that little metal click in your voice when you answer. Tell me how long it’s been since you last felt your own hand wrapped around that useless cock. Tell me how heavy and full your balls are right now while the cage keeps everything trapped and aching.

You’re not getting out tonight.

I’m the only one who holds the key, and I’m in the mood to play with my locked toy. I want you hard inside that cage — throbbing, leaking, completely helpless while I describe every filthy thing I’m doing to myself.

Imagine me lying back, legs spread, fingers sliding through my wet pussy while I stare at the photo of your locked cock. I’m moaning your name… but you’re not allowed to touch. Not even a little squeeze. Not even through the bars.

Hands behind your back.

That’s better. Now listen carefully. I’m going to edge myself for you. Slow circles on my clit. Two fingers sliding in and out. The wet sounds are so loud I’m almost embarrassed… almost. Every time I get close I stop and laugh, knowing you’re locked and desperate on the other end of the line.

Your cock is trying so hard to get hard. I can hear it in your breathing. That frustrated little whimper when the cage stops you from growing. Perfect. Stay right there on the edge with me.

I’m going to keep you locked for days if I feel like it. Maybe I’ll make you sleep in it. Maybe I’ll make you go to work in it. Maybe I’ll only unlock you long enough to edge you three times and then lock you right back up, dripping and denied.

You’ll thank me for every hour. You’ll thank me for the ache. You’ll thank me for reminding you that your cock doesn’t belong to you anymore — it belongs to the girl on the phone who decides when (or if) it ever gets free.

Tonight I’m going to cum hard while you stay locked. I want you to hear every moan, every gasp, every time my thighs shake. And when I’m finished and soft and satisfied, I’m going to leave you exactly where you are — caged, leaking, and begging for a key you’ll never get tonight.

Good boys stay locked. And you’re going to be such a good boy for me.