@Thenotarymaster I bet you do! ^^ It's basically a pups job to cause havoc!
I've locked things on my daddy before, it's usually worth the punishment :3
If you perceive this post then you're now gagged :3
If your first thought was to reverse it on me, then your wrists are now bound :3
If you're now grumpy about being predicted, your ankles are now bound :3
#storytime
Daddy’s big hands peeled the soaked tabs open with that familiar rrrip. The heavy, warm diaper fell away and the cool air hit my soft little tummy and the smooth plastic of the inverted cage. I was already hard in the only way I could be now, pressure building uselessly behind the lock, my tiny locked clit trying to push forward and finding nothing but solid steel forcing it back inside me.
“Look at that,” Daddy murmured, voice low and amused. “Still locked up tight like a good baby. No way out. Just a smooth little mound and these soft, useless balls hanging there.”
He cupped them. They felt so small in his palm. I whimpered around my pacifier, hips giving a helpless little twitch. The cage made everything feel farther away and more concentrated at the same time. Every pulse of need just pressed harder against the inward curve of the metal.
Daddy’s free hand started plapping.
Not hard at first. Just firm, open-handed smacks against my baby balls while the other hand held them steady. Plap. Plap. Plap. The sound was soft and wet because I was still damp from the diaper. Each impact sent a sharp, bright jolt straight up into the locked base of me. My toes curled. My eyes rolled. The pacifier bobbed as I started making those high, wordless baby noises I couldn’t stop anymore.
“That’s it. Just take it. These balls don’t get to do anything important anymore. They’re just for Daddy to play with while he changes his locked diaper boy.”
The plapping got a little harder. Steady rhythm. My balls bounced and reddened under his hand while the inverted cage kept my cock completely useless and hidden. I could feel the pressure building in that deep, aching place behind the lock, nowhere for it to go, no way to stroke, no way to even properly harden. Just trapped need and the wet plap-plap-plap of Daddy’s palm.
He shifted, pressed two thick fingers against the soft spot behind my balls and started rubbing in firm circles while he kept plapping. The dual sensation made my whole body jerk. My legs tried to close but Daddy just pushed them wider with his knee and kept going.
“Gonna drain these useless baby balls for you. You’re not allowed to keep anything in them. Locked clitty doesn’t get to decide when it leaks.”
The pressure climbed fast. Every plap made the ache sharper. Every rub of his fingers forced another pulse of helpless pleasure through the cage. I was shaking, drooling around the paci, making those desperate little autistic stim-sounds that always came out when the sensations got too big. My hands fluttered uselessly against the changing pad.
Then it broke.
A thick, broken spurt forced its way out past the inverted cage, hot and messy, dripping down over the steel and onto my soft little balls while Daddy kept plapping them through it. The orgasm was ruined and perfect at the same time: all the intensity with nowhere for my cock to go, just locked pressure and the wet sound of my own cum being slapped against my skin. I cried out around the pacifier, body locking up and trembling while Daddy milked every last weak pulse out of me with those firm, relentless smacks and the grinding pressure of his fingers.
When it finally stopped I was limp and floaty, soft balls still twitching under his hand, the cage shiny with my mess.
Daddy just chuckled, wiped everything clean with practiced efficiency, powdered me, and taped a thick, fresh diaper on tight. The inverted cage disappeared under the soft bulk again like it had never been seen.
“There. All drained and locked and padded. Just how my baby boy stays.”
He patted the front of the new diaper once, right over where the cage sat, then left me on the changing pad with my pacifier and the warm, heavy knowledge that nothing had changed. Still permalocked. Still useless. Still his.
I sucked harder on the paci and let the floaty, empty feeling settle in.