Chapter 25 – The First Lock-Up & The Turning Point
The package was small, wrapped in plain brown paper, but Raj knew exactly what was inside. Meera’s fingers were slow as she opened it, as if savoring every layer she peeled back. Inside, the pink silicone cage lay on a bed of white tissue paper, gleaming softly in the sunlight.
She held it up between them. “It’s perfect,” she murmured. She opened the tiny locket at the front and slid in the miniature photo she had prepared — her smiling face, eyes bright. “Now you’ll always be looking at me.”
Raj’s stomach knotted, part fear, part arousal.
“Go shower,” she said suddenly, her voice firm. “Shave, clean, make yourself perfect for me.”
By the time he came out of the bathroom, the room was prepared: a towel spread across the bed, the cage laid out alongside a bottle of clear lubricant and her favorite jasmine lotion. Meera patted the spot in front of her.
She pumped lotion into her palms and began rubbing it into his skin, working in slow, deliberate circles, never once letting him get close to release. “Soft and smooth,” she teased. “Just the way I want you.”
Then came the fitting — the cool silicone slid into place, the rings clicking together. She adjusted it, made sure it was snug but comfortable. Finally, the tiny lock snapped shut with an audible click. Raj flinched at the sound.
“Look,” she said, guiding him to the mirror. He stared — at the pink silicone, the locket, her face smiling out from it. “Now you’re locked for me. All mine.”
A flush crept up his neck. “Meera… let’s just keep this between us, okay?”
She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Our little secret.”
Later, as they curled together on the bed, she grew thoughtful. “Raj… I’m a bit scared to see Robin again.”
He tensed. “Why?”
“Because last time, you kept calling, texting… I could feel your tension. I don’t want to hurt you, so maybe…” She let the silence stretch. “Maybe I shouldn’t follow cuckolding anymore. I’m ready to sacrifice it, even though it turns me on like nothing else.”
His chest tightened. “You… you’d stop?”
She nodded slowly. “We could just buy a big black dildo instead. Play here. Safe. No risks.”
The thought hit him like a blow. The ache in his chest was almost worse than the ache in his cage. He suddenly understood — he needed her to have that pleasure.
He took her hand, gripping it firmly. “Meera, please… don’t stop. I promise I won’t disturb you again. I’ll support you, fully. I’ll stay locked, I’ll wait, I’ll do whatever you want — just don’t give this up. I can handle it. I want to handle it. I want you to have him, and whoever else you want, if it makes you happy. Just don’t take this away from me.”
Meera studied his face for a long moment, then leaned in and kissed him — slow, deep, sealing his words between them. “Okay,” she whispered against his lips. “But you’d better mean it this time.”
She rested her palm lightly over his caged cock, feeling it strain against the silicone. Her voice softened into a growl. “Because when I do see Robin again, Raj… I want to fuck him like an animal. I want to lose myself in it. I want to fuck him until I’m shaking and gasping and so sore I can’t walk straight. That’s the kind of wild I’m talking about.”
Raj’s breath hitched, the cage unrelenting. And in that moment, he knew — he was more hers than he had ever been.
