Foot bitch decided to put his hat or dick in the ring for Locktober. Given that this would be quite a sacrifice for him, and I certainly wasn’t going to make it easy, we agreed that if he made it and served me well, he would finally get the ultimate prize of not just having my brat feet but my brat cunt as well. I’m not a monster and understand that surviving a month of torment, teasing, high standards of service and of course my bratty style of humiliation deserves a proper reward. Well he was cruising even after the first week, where I unleashed the toys on him, my feet and hands, I even went up a notch and said why not - you’ve seen me suck Superior Cock, why not give you a taste of that. Sadly for him, he was locked in the cage while desperately trying to feel the sensation of my tongue, but that’s when I realized: we’re gonna need a smaller cage. Week 2 started in a smaller cage while being trapped in my cage. I had no intentions of letting up no matter how much his balls swelled and dick desperately dribbled. I’m sure watching me masturbate didn’t help, but he was determined, blessed his beta soul. He just turned the corner into week 3 and oh no, life and work responsibilities called. Foot bitch’s chance for actual pussy were about to evaporate forever, but I gave him a final challenge and a chance at a reprieve. I obviously won and he further showcased how much of a loser he is, but thus is the life of pathetic, beta male - recognize failure is inevitable.