Love Lock and Key

Lina catches you looking through your peephole like some dirty little pervert. She stares you down, then knocks on your door holding a steel cock cage in her hand. No small talk. She wants to lock you up, and she wants it now. You don't argue. Pants drop, your cock twitches in the open air. She squeezes it hard, slips the ring over your balls, cages you tight, and clicks the lock shut. The key disappears between her tits. Lina's naked in seconds. She sits back on your couch and spreads her legs, making you watch while she fingers herself slow and deep. Every time you start to swell inside the cage she stops, smirks, and slaps the metal with her palm. Your balls ache. She laughs. She stands, pulls on leather gloves, and spins you around. The flogger lands across your ass in steady, sharp cracks. She counts the strikes under her breath, makes you repeat the number after each one. Your skin burns, but your cock stays locked and helpless. When she finally has enough, Lina bends you over the kitchen table. She oils her fingers and works them into you, teasing your prostate while the cage swings useless between your legs. Every time you edge close she stops, grips the cage, and twists. You're dripping, shaking, begging. She just smiles and keeps going until you're nothing but a shaking, leaking mess in her grip.