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My lips are a trigger, and you're my favorite experiment. I kiss you and your cage jumps like a little animal. No hands. No stroking. Just my mouth on yours and you're gone. Good boys don't get to finish how they want. They finish when I say so, and I say never. You don't get a say in any of this. You are caged, denied, and ruined by one kiss. That's your place. So tell me, how many times do you think your cock can break before you start begging for mercy?

Let me ask you something, pet. When your cock is locked and I start touching the cage, does it leak like his? He drips for me every time. No hands on him, just my fingers teasing the lock. He can't finish, he can't escape, he can't do anything but leak and beg. You don't get a say in any of this. You're caged, you're denied, you're mine. That's your place. So how about you, good boy? Would your cock drip like that for your princess?

You don't get to cum when you're desperate. You get to cum when your princess decides. I was going to tease him through the cage on Locktober's last day and nothing more. He couldn't handle a few licks. He exploded right inside his cage, and it flew three meters. Three meters of pathetic mess. NNN starts tomorrow, so that was his last one for a while. Should I be nice and give him one more, or keep him locked and begging? Your answer matters.

Clean your princess like the good boy you are. Get on your knees and lick me clean. You don’t get to fuck me. You don’t get to cum. You just stay denied and use your tongue the way I want. That’s all your mouth is for. Cleaning me up after I’m done with you. Stay locked, stay obedient, and do your job. You’re not finishing. You’re serving. That’s your place.