This clip isn’t just a show, it’s a ceremony, an offering, a delicious trap marking the passage from your freedom into your frustration. I grant you one last breath, one last pulse, one final ruined orgasm that you’ll feel more like a punishment than a release. I watch you cling to that illusion of control even though you already know everything is slipping away, that your pleasure is no longer yours, that it’s becoming the plaything of my voice, my demands, my quiet cruelty. This moment is the antechamber of Locktober and I slide into it with you, draining you to the last drop, leaving you empty, frustrated, humiliated, and then locking you into a full month of obedience and total submission. And the delicious part is… you want it. You’re craving it. You know this frustration turns you on almost as much as it excites me. So give yourself properly, because tomorrow you won’t get to decide anything anymore. Tomorrow you’ll be my caged toy…