Nyx: Caged, Owned, & Powerfully Mine

When I lock it away, I own you. Completely.

The moment I snap that cage closed around your cock, you’re mine. Not figuratively. Not symbolically. Literally. I control your pleasure now — and the thrill of your submission fuels me. I am Nyx, the keyholder of your desire and the ruler of your restraint.

You’ll ache, throb, beg… but I’ll just smile. Because deep down, you love it — the helplessness, the denial, the exquisite tease. You crave a woman who doesn’t just take control — she commands it. Your body is no longer yours. It’s mine to play with, punish, and own. You don’t earn release. You earn obedience.

I won’t ask. I’ll tell. Get on your knees. Look at the lock and know I decide when it opens — if ever. I want your torment. Your devotion. Your desperation. And the more you ache, the more I smirk… because nothing is hotter than watching a man beg while his cock is helpless behind steel.