Locked, Loaded & Buzzed: The Day We Took It Public
It started with brunch.
Not the kinky kind. The normal, middle-class kind. Eggs Florentine, overpriced lattes, avocado stacked like architecture. We were in Soho, tucked into a window booth, all smiles and smirks. But under the table, I was hiding something delicious.
Me? Wearing the Lovense Lush Mini , an App-Controlled Vibrating Egg! Buzzing, warm, subtle.
Him? Locked into the IMPOUND Titan Cock Cage , hard as he could get... which wasn’t very, thanks to me.
He passed me his phone with the app open.
“Your turn to drive,” he whispered.
“You sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely not.”
I tapped the button anyway.
The first vibration hit me like a jolt — subtle but deep. My thighs tightened. He shifted in his seat, eyes wide. His cock was locked tight in the Titan Cage. He couldn’t move, couldn’t swell, couldn’t do anything but twitch and take it.
It Was Just Brunch... Until It Wasn’t
I sipped my coffee.
Buzz.
Off.
Buzz again.
Off.
He blinked like he was trying to stay sane. Trying not to lose it.
We made small talk about the couple at the next table, about the loud stag party outside, about the waiter with the man bun. But every tap of that app reminded us: this wasn’t a casual Sunday. This was control. Mine.
“You’re not going to make it, are you?” I teased.
“Not if you keep that up.”
That was the fun of it.
The tease. The pressure. The delicious ache of almost.
Things Got Out of Hand
I edged the setting up, just a little. And again. And again.
Until my voice caught mid-sentence and my nails dug into my thigh. My pulse thudded in my ears. I clenched. Then stopped.
He was sweating. Not much. But enough that I knew I’d pushed him to the edge.
“I’m going to lose it,” he whispered.
“No, you’re not.”
“Let me out. Just five minutes.”
I smiled sweetly. Tapped the app. Set it to tease mode. Pulses, spaced out. Gentle. Cruel.
Making It Out Alive
We barely made it through dessert. And by dessert, I mean a shared croissant neither of us tasted. I paid. He stumbled out first.
He practically dragged me down the street, muttering about “needing a cold shower or a priest.”
I made him wait.
Wait through the walk home.
Wait through the fumbling of keys.
Wait while I went to the loo and left the Lush Mini buzzing.
He sat on the edge of the bed, panting.
“Take it off. Now.”
“No.”
Instead, I pushed him down and climbed on top. Fully clothed. Buzzing hard. Riding the wave of power and tension. I came once, maybe twice — not sure. My head spun.
Only after I’d caught my breath did I reach for the key.
“Say please.”
“Please.”
I slid it in. Click. Release.
He exploded in less than a minute.
So… Why Do We Do This?
It’s not about humiliation. It’s about power. About playing with fire, together.
The Lush Mini gave me the thrill.
The Titan Cock Cage gave him the edge.
Together? We created a shared secret that made brunch taste like sin.
That day, we didn’t just have sex.
We played. We owned each other in the most delicious, consensual way. We remembered why our spark was so dangerous in the first place.
And every time we pass that café, we grin like guilty schoolkids.
Because they’ll never know just how filthy our brunch really was.
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