Locktober Confessions Caged, Denied, and Used

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2:06I'm your host Niki, and tonight we've got cages, keys, denial, and that sweet little egg of being used in left needy. Locktubers in the air and your confessions showed up, dressed for it. Here are three quick teasers of what's coming up in today's episode. You're curled in a crate in the lounge, ankles tied, hands cuffed, bone gagged, marking you drool, vibe berry deep and humming on low, while he placed, like you're just furniture. And you're never allowed to finish, she wears the key on her neck, or her ankle, so you have to look at it. When she wants you, the cage comes off. She rides you, fuck you, stroke you, then locks you back up still full. And you're a mommy now. He's tied to your bed, caged, whole on display, and you don't even want normal sexing war. You want him bent over as a

3:09little slave. You want your friends on the couch laughing at how small he is while you peg him until he's throbbing. Stick around because these are very, October-ish. Before we sink in all the way, let's talk about the month, a lot of you are already feeling in your bones. Blocktober is an annual month-long chastity challenge in the BDSM and Kink communities every October. Most often it's submissive men committing to wear a cage, plastic or metal, that keeps them from a full erection, from coming for all or most of the 31 days. Usually with someone else holding the key, the name is simple, block plus October. It's a communal erotic tradition built on orgasm denial, power exchange, discipline, and getting painfully turned on by frustration. It looks a little like November on the surface,

4:11but it's not the same thing. October is a Kink. It's surrender. It's tease and denial. A lot of time it's female lead. It started in the online Kink spaces in the mid-2010s. Denial forums, Tumblr, thin reddit, Fettlife and social media. A dedicated subreddit showed up in 2019 and the whole thing kept growing. Search interest spikes every fall. On X, it's wall-to-wall mistress and boys being told the cage is not just for October. There's no official rule book, common pieces are where the cage as close to 24-7 as is safe, unlock mainly for hygiene, full denial, or ruined relief only, edging on purpose and a key holder who sets the rules. Some people use timed or app locks, some do it solo, some journal, some wear the hashtag,

5:12some ad plugs, lingerie, chores, oral service, photo check-ins. In the fendum dynamics, it gets extra pointed. Your cock is locked away for her convenience. She comes when she wants, and your job is to stay needy and useful. People do it for the intensity, the trust, the community, the headspace. And because of ordinary Tuesday suddenly feels filthy when you can't forget what's on you. A listener we all know has taken part a few times over the years while exploring his submissive side. He learned the benefits, devotion, trust, admiration for the person you choose to a mind-administrous in his case, did a very good job with that. He no longer practices it. He's mostly a dominant now, more than a switch, and that shift got clear the more of the my stories that I read. So if you have any delicious experiences celebrating this month,

6:18send it over to me at Nikki and IKKY at DeerNicky.com. Drop it over anonymously on our website at DeerNicky.com under our Confessions tab or bring it to me privately on Discord. I want the messy, honest, locked up versions. The ones where you pause before you hit send. All right, it's my favorite time of the show. A riddle. As usual, this one's filthy in the mouth and clean when you guess it. And I promise it's not tooth-paste. Are you ready? I hang on the wall while he stays locked and leaking. Every morning she turns me and smiles like she owns the next 24 hours. I have 31 little boxes and he has to survive every single one. I don't wrap around his cock. I don't click shut. I don't live on our necklace. But I'm the one thing that tells him how long the tease lasts.

7:20What am I? Cut obvious. But sit with it. Let it itch on ya. I promise I'll give you the clean answer at the very end of our show. You know what time it is. It's time to sit back. Relax. Let's have a whiskey with some filthy jerrys of course and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me. DeerNicky, I have a fantasy of being tied up in a cage while my friends control my orgasms. I move my dog crate to the lounge room for easy access. So let's talk about what I'm hoping will happen. First, my introductions. I'm Riley. My boyfriend is Milo. We have regularly have sex with our friends Otis and Massey. They're dating. We're all bisexual. All in open relationships. All, hella kinky. When I got the crate, I was expecting it to

8:23be used a lot more than it has been. Think big reason it has been incorporated much as because it's been sitting in my bedroom, which is tiny. So I've shifted it to my lounge room, which is also tiny, but is usually where I do stuff together. I showed Milo where I put it and he was pretty happy. Now I'll get to keep you in line of sight while I watch TV. He said cheerfully. I laughed, but it sparked a fantasy that has become stuck in my head. Let's get this straight first. I'm not a brat. I'm really obedient, submissive for Milo. And any attitude can quickly be beaten out of me with oed and spoon in a promise of a rude orgasm. So I think the only way to actually make the fantasy reality would be if I ask Milo for it. I would be in the crate with my ankles tied together and my hands cuffed behind my back. The dog bone gag I own would be securely tight around

9:26my head, forcing me to drool pathetically, and I'd be blindfolded as well. I'd be wearing high thighs with a cute little paw pads, a black leather collar, and a chain connecting the collar from my nipple clamps. Finally, there would be a phone-colored, controlled, vibrator, stuffed deep inside me. The toys humming quietly. It's been on low for the last 20 minutes now. And all I can do is wind quietly. The TV is on and I can hear my boyfriend playing what sounds like a frustrating game, because every now and then he swears under his breath. It's probably, you know, his favorite game. The vibrator isn't enough to make me come, but I'm overwhelmed all the same. It fills us if I'm stuck in some kind of limbo between the edge of an orgasm and the beginning of masturbation. It's hard to describe. I keep trying to change positions, uncomfortably curled up on my side, but I can barely move within the tight confines of the bars. No matter how much I squirm and

10:30whine, my load doesn't come over to let me out. Occasionally, he'll say something like, you're fine, just a little while longer, or shush, nobody likes a whiny dog. I hear voices from outside. This is strange because my neighbors are too far for me to usually hear them, and the streets at least 50 meters away from the door. If I had dog ears, they would be perked up right now. There's a tail-tail side of thumping up someone walking up the stairs and approaching my front door. I hear my lo get up, and I feel rush of cold air as the doors unlocked and drone-wide. I shiver. I have a feeling now I know who these people are. In my suspicions are confirmed when I hear them talk. Sorry, relate. And then, all high puppy. Nassie, which usually means Otis is here as well, but he's quiet. My lo lets them inside, and they converse casually for a little bit about their days, and the game my lo is pale laying.

11:33Finally, I hear the cage door opening, and something brushes against my foot. Hello, why are you here, and how are you going to use my holes while I'm all tied up and helpless? It's trying to talk, I hear Otis say. So, he's the one who opened the cage. There's a muffle discussion, and then a blindfold is carefully removed from my face. I blink, then squint up at Otis. Behind him, I can see Masie watching carefully. Otis closes the door again and stands up, returning to the couch. The thigh-brother turns on high. I squeak immediately beginning to squirm. After so long on the low setting, this feels like something amazing kind of torture. I close my eyes, letting out a loud moan, as I feel my clad throbbing. When I open my eyes, they're all standing over me. My little hand says phone to Masie, who plays with the setting so while. She drops it back down to low, and then back to high, over and over. I try to speak again,

12:35but all that comes out is mhm. Finally, the vibrators put back on high, and the phone is discarded on the coffee table. Myle squats down, poking his fingers through the cage at me. You want to show me how the puppy comes? I'm not desperately. Only second slider my body is shaking as warmth overtakes me. I moan so loudly that my throat feels sore. But the vibrator remains on high, and it does for the rest of the night. I have orgasm after orgasm in my cries of overstimulation are ignored by Milo and my two friends. I'm a complete wreck by the buzzing and the buzzing stops. My hair is a mess, tears are streaming down my face, and there are two large puddles underneath me, drool under my cheek, and the unmistakably come leaking down my thigh. So that's my fantasy, if I'm lucky. And I ask really nice, maybe it'll come true. I hope you all enjoyed. Thanks for

13:38listening. Signed your caged drooling puppy. Interesting. I've never wanted to be caged like that, or puppy roll, but what I take from this, because even though all the other, does nothing for me, and I kind of find it not my thing, is the vibration and being tossed around the room, right? And just kind of forgotten about there's nothing you can do. That's the part I like. Not that I would want to sign up or volunteer for it, but I do find it hot. I love how detailed it is. I love the obedient little fantasy. I can't, I find that I am a little bratty. I'm not going to well, he's listening, so never mind. The way that you describe the limbo between not enough and too much, the cold air that happens to tame, to chain tugging your nipples every time you shift.

14:43Very awesome. I think even though some of us may not be into the other aspect, we might find the orgasm denial hot. For you, have you ever actually asked my oh, yet, that you want this? Or is this still living room free in your head? And if it happens, do you want them to use your holes that night or keep you strictly? Look, but don't touch, while the vibe does all the work. Inform my listeners, would you want to be the puppy in the crate? Or the one of the friends on the couch holding their remote? Or maybe just experiencing just the remote? And how long do you think you'd last before begging or being ignored? I haven't last that long. I'm impatient. This is Steve Kovino from Kovino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back into the show, but we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're

15:44contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. And lastly, you lacked that confidence in mental edge. Fellowes, here's the thing. Those are classic signs that your testosterone has been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news? Emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT. So why not take matters into your own hands? Strip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science back and third party tested ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. So you can enjoy a leaner physique, surging energy and increased drive. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code CR Show to get 15% off your first order. That's bioma.health slash GLP1 code CR Show for 15% off. Football is back and prize picks is bringing out their best offer yet. New users who

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17:54our SS feeds to confused relatives and saying things like sorry I can't talk right now I'm editing audio. If this sounds familiar, you're probably already a podcaster. The good news is speaker makes the whole process simple. You record your show, upload it once and speaker distributes it everywhere people listen Apple podcasts, Spotify and about it doesn't apps your cousins swears are the next big thing. Even better speaker helps you monetize your show with ads meaning your podcast might someday pay for well more microphones. Start your show today at speaker.com speaker because if you're going to talk to yourself for an hour, you might as well publish it. Dear Nikki, I want to get used in chastity. I want someone to use my mouth and holes to pleasure themselves while I'm locked up and straining. I want them to come all over my cage after they've wrecked my holes. I don't want to come for it. I just want to get used in left horny. I'm already locked when they start. The

18:54cage is snug, metal warm from my body, my caucus swollen and useless against the bars, leaking a thin string of pre that never gets to go anywhere. I can feel every pulse, every desperate twitch and there's nowhere to go for it. They don't ask if I'm ready. They just push me down and feed their cock into my mouth. I taste skin and salt. Feel the weight of them on my tongue, the stretch of my lips. They use my throat like it's just another hole. Slow it first, thin deeper, holding me there until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin. The cage jerks every time I gag. I can't even grind against anything. I'm just straining, locked, leaking while they take what they want. When they're done with my mouth, they flip me, spread me, and shove me into my ass without warning. It burns in that perfect way. They fuck me hard, using my hole the same way they use my throat,

19:55selfishly, thoroughly, like I exist to get them off. I, my locked cock, slaps useless against my stomach with every thrust. I'm rune around nothing, hips trying to push back for more friction I can't have. They wreck me. They don't stop until they're close. Then they pull out, straddle my hips, and stroke themselves over the cage. Hot ropes of cum land on the metal, dripping through the bars and onto my trapped, aching cock. It feels filthy and perfect. They smear it around a little to make sure I'm coated. Then they get up and leave me there. I'm still locked, still leaking, still so fucking hard it hurts. They use my mouth, they wreck my hole. They came all over my cage, and I didn't get to come. I just get to stay like this, used, messy, and desperate. That's all I want. Signed your locked in leaking toy. I liked this. It didn't need dressing up here. They

21:00just kind of just dove right in and told us, right? And that's kind of how, for sometimes I like it drawn out, and there's sometimes when it's raw and filthy and the sezot, and that's the mood I'm in right now. There's something incredible hot about wanting to be used purely for your set of holes while your own pleasure is locked away and ignored, though I wouldn't want that because I would go, come, I need to come. But then again, there's sometimes I like him just to get what he wants. For my author, have you been in Chastity Long enough? That's, this is already feels familiar? Or is this the fantasy you're still building toward? And do you want them to stay or tease you after? Or just walk away and leave you dripping? For my listeners, would you rather be the one locked and used, or the one doing the using and decorating the cage? How long would you leave them like that afterward? Though I have said, time and time again, there's something hot about sliding that

22:05cage over your clit and coming on it. Dear Nikki, my husband and my sister becoming closer than through mutual chastity wearing. I have no idea how this idea popped into my head, but I think about it literally all the time. I think the fact that they are two people on earth that I'm closest to, and who I love most dearly, has something to do with it. We are all close, and essentially, I want them to experience closer moments like I do with him, but without the urge of sex or the shyness that can come with it. I want them to shower together if they feel like it, or to nap together, or to cuddle, but while both of them are wearing chastity when she visits, she stays over quite often, and I think that could bring their bond closer, showering together and helping each other get clean while their parts are locked away. In my head, it would mold them in a way

23:05where they share the love and bond I have with him without going further. Part of it is hot to me in a way that a cut cleaning is, but also I'm kind of in charge. I don't know. Anyway, I know it's strange, but I have to share. I picture it happening in one of those ordinary nights she stays over, after dinner, after the three of us have been talking and laughing like we always do. I look at them, and just decide. I tell them to both go put their cages on. No big speech, just that quiet, certain tone that makes my husband obey, and makes my sister glance at me with that mix of curiosity and trust. They come back locked, his cage sits heavy and obvious under his clothes, hers a smaller, snug, and already making her walk a little differently. I can see the shape of it when she sits. Neither of them get hard. Neither of them can slip into anything sexual even if they wanted to. That's the point. Later when she's ready for bed, I hear the shower start. I don't go in,

24:10I just listen. Steam's slipping under the door, the sound of the water hitting two bodies, soft voices, her asking him to wash her back, him asking her to get the soap he can't quite reach because of the way his cage sits. Hands moving over skin that is allowed to be touched everywhere, except where it could turn into something else. The metal of their cages clinking faintly when they bump against each other under the water. No one's rushing, no one's hiding, they're just clean, warm, close, and locked. When they come out, they smell like our soap, they tal off, still locked, and end up on the couch, or in our bed for a nap the way they sometimes do anyway. This time there's no awkward shift away from each other. She curls against his chest, he rests his hands on her hip, careful of the cage. They fall asleep like that. I wash them from the doorway sometimes it does not. Does something to me that I can't fully explain. It's tender,

25:11it's possessive, it's too people I love the most sharing the kind of intimacy I give them permission for while I stay the one who decided they both be denied. I don't want them to fuck, I don't want it to become unfair, I want them to have the softness I have with him, the showers, the lazy cuddles, the unsolved consciousness closeness without the heat that would complicate it. The cage keeps it safe, safe, contained, mine to allow. And yes, part of me gets wet thinking of them locked for me, helping each other wash, falling asleep tangled up while I hold the keys. That's the fancy that won't leave me alone. Sign the wife who held both keys. Okay. Yes, it's odd. I'm trying to collect my thoughts here. I think, and this is just me in my opinion, so bear with me. I think on some level you're either in fear

26:17of them fucking or they have shown signs that they are attracted to each other, not necessarily that they have fucked and that you've become aware of it. I also think you are a cook queen and I do think you are a fm DOM in some level of former fashion. But I also think that this is your way of in your head of saying, I know, and this is the closest you'll ever get. I think if this is your way of, because there's some aspect of this is very parental. parental, that's the word parental of this. You can only do this, this and this. It's nap time. It's, you know, it's, but it's also punishment in a way where, look, I know you guys are attracted to each other, but you're caged. You can't touch intimately. The only intimate you can do is this. Is it for me? Absolutely not.

27:19Do I find it hot? Not on my radar. I find it different, just different. And I think there's a lot more what's going on than you just having a sibling and a husband do this. So to each their own abducted or read else's thoughts though. For my author, have you talked either of them about the version of this even lightly or is it still living only in, excuse me your head? And in the fantasy, do you ever join them in the shower or do you prefer to stay outside just knowing it's happening? For my listeners, does the idea of locking two people you love so they can be closer, but not sexual, hit the same way? Would you rather be the one holding the keys or the one of the two who gets to be the close while denied? Dear Nikki, MFM3Sum, but I wear a chastity cage.

28:21Chastity teasing and cuckolding has been a long term fantasy for me. One thing that I have a threesome with a woman and a hung other guy. But I wear a chastity device. We start making out, I start leaking her pussy until she's very aroused, almost close to coming, then she starts having sex with the other dude, and because it's so aroused, she becomes on his dick. I have to watch them or caress her while she's being fucked. After he finishes, I have to lick her pussy again. I'm already locked when it starts. The cage is tight, my cock is swollen and leaking against the metal. Every heartbeat is a useless throb I can't do anything about. We first kiss, slow, wet, her tongue in my mouth while the other guy watches. I can feel how hard he is just from the way the air changes. I drop down between her legs, she smells already warm and slick. I lick her slowly at first,

29:25flat tongue through her folds, then I focus on her clit, the way I know she likes. She gets wetter against my mouth, her hips start rolling. She's getting close. I can hear it in her breathing, feel her thighs tightening around my head. The cage jerks every time she moans. I want to be inside her so badly it hurts. She doesn't let me finish her, she pulls me up by the hair and looks at the other guy. He doesn't need telling. He lines up that thick cock and sinks into her in one slow push. While she's still trembling on the edge I built. She's so wet and so close that she comes on him almost immediately. I watch her cut clinch around his shaft. Here the broken sound she makes, see her nails dig into his back. I stay right there. Sometimes I just watch. Sometimes I caress her, her tits, her throat, her shaking thighs while he fucks her through it and keeps going.

30:27The sound of him inside her is wet and deep. My locked cock leaks steadily into the cage, and I don't get to do anything with it. When he finally comes, he stays buried for a moment, then pulls out. She's messy, open, dripping with both of them. That's when she looks at me again. I have to lick her pussy again. Taste her. Taste him. Clean her up with my tongue while my own cock stays trapped and aching and completely ignored. She sighs like she's been taken care of. I stay down there until she tells me I'm done. I never get to come, and that's the whole point. Signed your locked mouth in the middle. This one is a classic teasing cock energy. You describe the sit and so cleanly it almost plays like a scene already, building her right to the edge of your mouth, then handing her over so she comes on someone else's

31:30cock, then putting put back between her legs to clean up. For my author, in the fantasy, does she talk to you well, ease inside her, or is the humiliation more in silence and watching? And after you lick her clean, do you they leave you locked the rest of the night? Or is there more? And for my listeners, would you rather be the one in the cage doing the licking? The woman getting worked up then fucked. Or the hung guy who gets to finish what the locked one started. This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back into the show, but we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. And lastly, you lack that confidence in mental edge. Fellows, here's the thing. Those are classic signs that your testosterone's been sliding.

32:34And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news, emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT. So why not take matters into your own hands? Strip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science back and third party tested ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. So you can enjoy a leaner physique, surging energy and increased drive. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code CR show to get 15% off your first order. That's bioma.health slash GLP1 code CR show for 15% off. This episode is brought to you by speaker. The platform responsible for a rapidly spreading condition known as podcast brain symptoms include buying microphones you don't need explaining our SS feeds to confused relatives and saying things like, sorry, I can't talk right now. I'm editing audio. If this sounds familiar, you're probably already a podcaster. The good news is speaker makes the whole process simple. You record your show, upload it once and speaker

33:39distributes it everywhere people listen Apple podcasts, Spotify and about a dozen apps your cousins swears are the next big thing. Even better, speaker helps you monetize your show with ads, meaning your podcast might someday pay for well more microphones. Start your show today at speaker.com speaker because if you're going to talk to yourself for an hour, you might as well publish it. Dear Nikki, I've always been curious about Fim Don scene where woman locked a mince penis into chastity and holds onto the key and denies him access to his manhood for an extended period of time. I have several different fantasies on this topic. Quite a few are the garden variety ones most people probably think of. But I've been thinking about this one recently and it's probably a bit more unusual. I'm up on a stage completely naked with a woman who's a dominatrix. There's a large number of women watching in the neighborhood of a hundred. There are five men lined up side by

34:43side on stage facing the audience, all wearing the tiniest little clock cages you could imagine. The dominatrix teases my heart on until I'm dripping pre-com. The audience enjoys seeing me squirm. There's a lot of giggling, some women yelling things like, tease him more and deny him. She grabs my cock and leads me over to the five men. She tells me to grab the entire package of each man one by one and make comments that would humiliate them. I've never touched a nude man before but seeing their tiny little worm-like dicklets in the cage with their soft squishy balls hanging down almost looks cute. So I reached for the first man, grab his entire manhood with both hands, give the whole thing a bit of a shake and say that I don't know how he can even satisfy a woman with that teeny tiny little thing. All the women start to laugh loudly. I can tell the guy is

35:48embarrassed but he's starting to squirm because he's enjoying the humiliation and his penis is trying to get hard with nowhere to go. She leads me over to the second man. I handle his manhood the same way until I can't believe he would let a woman put a cage like that. He must be a very weak non-man. The audience erupts and laughter again. I repeat this word the other three men. Pre-com is oozing out of my cock out of control while the dominatrix gives a little tug. Then she faces the audience of handful of pre-com and says, this man is aroused out of his mind. Look how much pre-com is on my hand. I'm going to have to make him clean it up. She brings her hand to my mouth and makes me lick and suck all the pre-com offer fingers. Then she asks for six female volunteers to come up on stage. Five women are assigned to the five men in cages. The sixth is assigned to me.

36:53She tells them this is going to be their first lesson in being a dominatrix. They instructed to stay completely clothed. But they can arrange their clothing to reveal some of themselves in a very sexual way if they want. Then they are to try to do whatever they think will turn their man on the most. Tease them to a point of near orgasm. Then stop. All the women do this with their man for about a half an hour. The woman assigned to me had me close to coming at least seven times. But the dominatrix was helpful at the tail-tail science of when to stop so that I or any of the other men wouldn't come. Then she said it was time for orgasms. She wanted to watch each woman bring their man right to the brink and hold them there. They did this and kept us all on edge for a couple of minutes. Then the dominatrix just sounded. Make them come now. The women furiously tried to put us all over the edge all at the same time. There were video monitors to help the women in the

37:58audience see all of our cocks up close. Then the way we all explode one by one, some simultaneously, some off by a few seconds. The women enjoyed seeing them in in the cages ejaculating. How looked different for each one. They especially enjoyed watching me. Because I exploded with the largest amount of cream I had ever done before. And I was so weak in the knees I was about to crumple to the floor. The women in the crowd gave us a standing ovation. The woman, who had been playing with me, then whispered in my ear that she wanted me to fuck her backstage after the show. I told her she would probably need to ask the dominatrix for a permission first. Signed the stage toy still waiting for permission. This? Wow, public teasing, making an unlock man he milled the lock ones. Then handing all you over to the amateur doms, who almost ruined you for

38:59half an hour before the time group finished. The detail of the monitors, the different way, the caged men come versus your huge knee buckling load, is filthy in a very specific way. And that last whisper plus asked the dominatrix first. You knew you rolled perfectly. For my author, in the fantasy does the dominatrix actually give you permission backstage? Or does the night end with you still denied? And when you're grabbing those caged packages, is the humiliation more for them for you? Or both, you think? For my listeners, would you rather be the one in the audience yelling, deny him, one of the six volunteers learning on stage, one of the five locked men being handled in laughed at, or the tripping man being led around by his cock? I have to say, in that scenario,

40:00I think I'd want to be following the volunteers, when you guys think about that. Dear Nikki, I want to be a dummy mummy. I've always been a little on the dominant side. I've pegged a man multiple times, but I'm only recently finding out how much I really like being fully in control. Luckily the man in all my stories loves to be fully dominated. So we've recently gotten dealt talking about me being a dummy mummy, and I absolutely love it. I think about tying him to my bed, hands and feet, and playing straight with his tight little asshole. Sucking him with dildos, fancy toys, butt plugs, my fingers, my tongue. You name it. I don't even want to have normal sex anymore. I just want him to bend over in front of me as little slave to whatever mummy wants him to do. I need to dominate him. I need to put him in his place. I need to disrespect him until he's all his masculine and he has gone, and he feels like

41:02nothing but a tiny penis and a tight little asshole that I can use for anything. I would have my friends over to see him tied up so they can laugh at how small he is while I show him how I peg him until his little caged cock is throbbing and he's begging to be inside mummy's pussy. I picture him already locked when I start. The cage sits small and tight against him, his cock trying to swell with nowhere to go. I tie his wrist and ankles to the bed so he's spread and helpless, ass up at tight little hole on display for me. I take my time, fingers first, circling, pressing, sliding in wally whippers. Then my tongue slow and filthy, tasting him while he twitches in the cage. Then the plugs, then the toys, then the strap, thick and unhurried, fucking him the way I used to let him fuck me. He doesn't get to be a man in this. He's mummy's toy,

42:06a pair of holes that a little locked look cock. I tell him that while I work, another toy into him, I tell him that's all he is now. My friends come over, he's still tied, they seem like that, cage plugged, or all ready stretched face down. They laugh at how small he looks, I let them, I want them to. I show them, I peg him in front of them, slow enough that they can watch his cage jerk and leak. Listen to him break down him to begging. He wants inside mummy's pussy so badly he can barely form the words. I don't let him. That's the point. He stays locked, stays used, stays exactly where I put him. That's what I want, fully in control. Mummy's house, mummy's rules, mummy's little slave. Signed mummy with the keys in the strap.

43:07Yeah, I could feel the hunger of wanting to be a dummy mummy from here. Just saying it, this is a confession of how much I like being in charge. The shift him from, the shift from, I've pegged him before too. I don't even want normal sex anymore from him. That sounds like he's made a decision. For my author, have you two already started using mummy language in bed? Or is that still the fantasy layer on top of pegging you always do? And when the friends are over in your head, do they only watch? Or do you get to touch him too? In for my listeners, would you rather be the mummy with a strap on in the audience? Or the locked boy pegging to be loud in your pussy? Or wouldn't it the friends on the couch laughing as small he is? This is Steve Kovino from Kovino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back

44:08into the show. But we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. And lastly, you lack that confidence in mental edge. Fellas, here's the thing. Those are classic signs that your testosterone has been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news? Emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT. So why not take matters into your own hands? Strip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science back and third party tested ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. So you can enjoy a leaner physique, surging energy and increased drive. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code CR show to get 15% off your first order. That's bioma.health slash GLP1 code CR show

45:11for 15% off. This episode is brought to you by speaker. The platform responsible for a rapidly spreading condition known as podcast brain symptoms include buying microphones you don't need explaining our SS feeds to confused relatives and saying things like sorry I can't talk right now I'm editing audio. If this sounds familiar you're probably already a podcaster. The good news is speaker makes the whole process simple. You record your show, upload it once and speaker distributes it everywhere people listen Apple podcasts, Spotify and about a dozen apps your cousins swears are the next big thing. Even better speaker helps you monetize your show with ads meaning your podcast might someday pay for well more microphones. Start your show today at spreeker.com spreeker because if you're going to talk to yourself for an hour you might as well publish it. Dear Nikki I'm edging to the thought of being in a relationship where I'm never allowed to come. She tells me she decides I should always be needing ready to place her. Between sessions she

46:15keeps me locked in chastity and she keeps the key around her neck or ankle. My cock will be unlocked, ridden, fucked and stroked but never emptied. She can come as much as she wants. I'm never allowed to release. If I accidentally come I'm locked back up and forced orgasm while I'm fucked in the ass by a machine until I cry. That's the whole shape of it. I leave needy, I live ready. The key rests against her skin where I can see it. War monothraut or flashing at her ankle when she walks past. When she wants me the cage comes off. She rides me, she fucks herself on me, she wraps her hand around me and strikes me until I'm shaking. I stayed for hard for her. I stayed tripping for her. I do not get to finish. When she's done, when she comes as many times as she feels like it. The cage goes back on. Captive again. I'm free use in not free. She uses my mouth, my cock, my body

47:19whenever she wants. I stay desperate between those times because that's one what she's told me I should be. The only time I come is if I slip. If I accidentally empty when I'm not supposed to. Then the punishment is immediate. Caged back on. Machine behind me. Fucking my ass without paused. Borsing orgasm after orgasm out of a locked cock until I'm crying and understand again. She decides. I don't. I think about the cage while I edge. Never allowed. Always hers. Always. Left full. Signed her never empty. Captive cock. Hmm. I like this one. I mean, I would never do this. This is not on my thing, but it felt sexy as hell. Just saying it. I like the fact that he's always hard for her. But I'm sorry. I like coming me too much. Just saying. For my author in the day to day of the spannisy, how often does she take

48:24the cage off just to use you and lock you back up still leaking? And does the keys stay on her neck most of the time? Or do you pitrate more on her ankle? For my listeners, would you rather be the one who never gets to come? Or the one wearing the key? Coming as much as you want and then deciding when or if he ever gets emptied? And that's tonight's flavor, my filthy ones. From these stories, you can take the thrill of surrender, the heat of being used and left-haking, the power of holding the key, the fact that none of this works without consent and conversation first. Cages are hot, keys are hot, friends laughing from the couch is hot. None of it is required to be shameful. Okay, are you ready for the answer for your riddle? I remind you what it was. I hang on the wall while he stays locked and leaking. Every morning she turns me, smiles like she owns to next 24 hours.

49:25I have 31 little boxes. He has to survive every single one. I don't wrap around his clock. I don't click shut. I don't live on her necklace. But I am the thing that tells him how long the tease lasts. What am I? I don't think I need to read this again. It's a calendar. I know, I know. Simple, right? I'm just sort of simple ones every now and then. And now is time for your naughty tuck-in. I've been counting the days with a quiet private satisfaction, three nights of him locked, three mornings of him watching with him shift in the seat and breakfast, three evenings of him kissing him slow and deep on my hand, rested on the little steel cage that kept him soft and needy. He had been so good, patient, hopeful in a way that made my chest warm even as I denied him. Tonight I wanted more than hope. I waited until he was already in bed, already half hard against

50:30the confines of the cage, just from the way I'd been looking at him all evening. I didn't announce anything. I simply took the silk ropes from the drawer and sat on the edge of the mattress. My back for me. He did. He always did. I kissed his forehead first, then his mouth, and the hollow of his throat while I guided his wrist above his head, and bound him to the head port. Ankle's next, spread wide, each one wrapped and nodded with the same unhurried care. This is Steve Kavino from Kavino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back into the show, but we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon, no drive left in the tank, and lastly, you lacked that confidence in mental edge. Fellows, here's the thing. Those are classic signs that your testosterone has been sliding,

51:32and nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news? Emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT, so why not take matters into your own hands? Strip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP-1 booster. Every serving is packed with science-backed and third-party tested ingredients that crank up your natural GLP-1 production. So you can enjoy a leaner physique, surging energy, and increased drive. Visit bioma.health-glp-1 and use code CR Show to get 15% off your first order. That's bioma.health-glp-1 code CR Show for 15% off. This episode is brought to you by Spraker, the platform responsible for a rapidly spreading condition known as podcast brain. Symptoms include buying microphones you don't need, explaining RSS feeds to confused relatives, and saying things like, sorry, I can't talk right now, I'm editing audio. If this sounds familiar, you're probably already a podcaster. The good news is

52:32Spraker makes the whole process simple. You record your show, upload it once, and Spraker distributes it everywhere people listen. Apple podcasts, Spotify, and about a dozen apps your cousins swears are the next big thing. Even better, Spraker helps you monetize your show with ads, meaning your podcast might someday pay for well more microphones. Start your show today at spreeker.com. Spraker, because if you're going to talk to yourself for an hour, you might as well publish it. I used when I dressed him in the mornings. Spray the gold, open, and mine. The key was warm against being against my skin all day. I held up close so he could see it catch the low lamp light. You've been so sweet. I think you've heard this. The lock clicked. The cage came away. He made a sound I felt more than heard. A low, grateful groan, as blood rushed in, and as cock built, thickening against my palm. I caught my fingers in loop and wrapped them around

53:39him, stroking once, twice, just enough to make him fully hard. The head was already flushed and shiny. I watched his lips try to lift up and fail and hopes it gets the ropes. Look at you. So ready, and you still don't know I'm going to let you have it? I straddle him, not setting all the way down, just hovering one hand-braced on his chest. The other guiding him. I let the slick head of him kiss my entrance. Just that. The first inch, maybe less. I sank until I felt the ridge of his crown against catch me, then stopped. His eyes went wide and I smiled. Is it really going to happen? I asked, voice low, almost wondering. I rolled my hips in the smallest circles, just enough to smear him against my wetness. After all these days,

54:41after I locked you up and made you wait, and watched me touch myself, while you couldn't even get hard. I sank another fraction and held there. The stretch was barely anything, just the fat, sensitive head of him inside me. The rest of his length left out in the cool air. I began to grind. Slow. Tiny movements. Full of burden back. Side to side. Never taking more than that first inch. My clit dragged against the shaft below. But I kept my weight on my knees so I wouldn't slip deeper by accident. He strained. The ropes creaked. His cock twitched hard inside that shallow grip, trying to push up, trying to bury itself. I didn't let it. Alling down and kissed the corner of his mouth. Just this. Just the tip. That's all you get to

55:42feel tonight. I reached back, hooked my fingers in the waistband of panties. I had been wearing all day and pulled them off. They were already damp. I balled them loosely and pressed them to his lips. Open. He did. I pushed the fabric in until it filled his mouth, until the only sounds he could make were muffled, wet, and helpless. The scent of me would be all he could taste it, and I liked that. Then I went back to riding. Just the tip. I kept the rhythm matting even. Rise a little. Sink back onto the head. Grind in that tight little circle. And rise again. My thighs burned in the best way. Every time I dropped, I felt in the rob. Every time I lifted, a thin string of slick connected us for a second before broke. His cock was flushed dark now. Dane standing out. The shaft glistening with lube in my own

56:43wetness that kept dripping down onto it. I could feel him getting closer, though his breathing changed through the gag, though his stomach tightened, though his eyes pleaded even though he couldn't speak. I didn't speed up. I didn't take more of him. I just kept riding that swollen head like it was the only part of him that existed. You're shaking. I whispered. My hand stroked his chest, his throat, his jaw. I can feel how much you want to thrust. How badly you want me to sit on the me down and let you fuck up into me. But I'm not going to. You're going to stay right there. Just this. Just the tip. Until I sighed otherwise. His muffled moan was wrecked. I rolled my hips again slower this time, jawling it out. The head of him was so sensitive. Now it even the tiny movement made his whole body dark. I watched his face, though I always did when I edged him.

57:47The flutter of his lashes, the flush climbing up his neck. The way his eyes went glassy and desperate. He was close. So close I could feel the warning pulse against my inner walls. I didn't stop. I kept grinding, kept using the only that first inch. Get my own pleasure building in a low simmering heat that I refused to taste. This wasn't about me coming. This is about him on a knife's edge, watching him break. His hips tried one last time to search up. The rope's held. I've had the exact moment his control snapped. The sudden violent throb, though his cock swelled even thicker inside that shallow clutch. I lifted off of him in one smooth motion. The head slipped free with a wet sound. I sat back on his thighs and watched. He came anyway. It wasn't a proverb, orgasm. It was a ruin. Thick white ropes pulsed out of him

58:50in a helpless spurt. Landing on his own stomach, his chest, the sheets, even a streak across Maynard Thigh. His whole body arched as far as the ropes would allow. Every muscle standing out, a broken, muffled cry tearing out around my panties. His cock jerk jumped in the air, milking itself with nothing around it, painting him in his own release while I simply looked. I didn't touch him. I didn't wrap my hand around him to finish it properly. I just watched him ride. Watched the humiliation bloom across his face as he realized he was coming. And it felt almost like nothing. Empty, incomplete, wasted. When the last weak pulse dribbled out of him, he sagged against the mattress, just heaving. Eyes wet. I pulled my panties from his mouth and kissed him slow, indeed, tasting myself on his tongue. There, I whispered against his lips. That's what you

59:53get after three days. A ruined little mess, solver yourself, because I only let you have the tip. I stayed there for a long time stroking his hair, kissing his temple, telling him how pretty he looked when he couldn't hold it, how good he had been. I would lock him back up soon. Once I cleaned him inside and whether he deserved another night of denial, on a proper milking lighter in the wake. He was still twitching when I finally uncucked his ankles, then his wrists wiped him down with a warm cloth, kissed the head of his softening cock once, almost tender, and slid the cage back on. The lock clicked. He made a small, exhausted sound. I crawled against his side, one like thrown over his, and rested my hand on the metal. Sleep, I said. You're going to think about that ruined orgasm every time you feel the cage tomorrow. And you're going to thank me for it. He did, even half a

1:00:54sleep, even racked. He turned his face into my neck and whispered it. A smile in the dark had held him while his breathing even down, already planning how long I would make him wait. Next time. Thank you so much for listening and trusting me with your locked up little secrets. And for letting me read them back to you like this, you can send more to Nikki and IKKY at durniky.com. For anonymous durniky.com and dark confessions tab or just send them directly to me over on our discord channel, I want locked hober thoughts. Task you want assigned. Audio as you want to hear. And every, I shouldn't say this out loud, fantasy. You've been edging too. You can hear the live version of this podcast Monday through Saturday 8 p.m. Central Standard Time. Like and subscribe for ad free content over on speaker and apple. I'm Nikki, stay locked if that's your

1:01:54game. Stay dripping either way and I'll see you after dark. Good night everybody.