Chastity | Locktober
Locktober is the month where you will willingly hand me over the key to your caged tiny dick. The cold click of the lock, the tightening around your cock — it’s as if you can feel my grip on you, even when I’m not there. I love that! You want it so badly. Your freedom, your pleasure, your release — they will all be mine. And you will be caged and locked which is exactly where you belong.
You’ll wake up in the morning and feel it. The cage. Heavy and firm. You’ll dress carefully, move deliberately, every shift of fabric a reminder that you are under my control. It will be with you always, this weight, this sensation. But more than that, it will remind you of me. I am in your mind, in your body, in your cock. You can’t escape me. Not even in your dreams.
I don’t need to ask if you’re thinking of me. I know you are. I know every time you move, you’ll feel that cage tugging on you. You’ll want to reach down, to touch, but there’s nothing there for you. You’re locked. Your cock is encased, trapped, utterly useless until I decide otherwise. And that’s exactly how I like it. You, helpless. Me, in control.
You’ll grow desperate. Day after day, you’ll try to suppress the urge, but you’ll fail. You’ll think about me when you shouldn’t. You’ll get hard when you can’t. You’ll feel that tightness, that pressure, and you’ll remember that I’m the one who did this to you. And you’ll love me for it. You’ll crave it, even as it drives you mad.
You’ll try to be good, of course. You’ll follow the rules. You’ll make yourself useful. Tasks will become offerings. Obedience will be worship. Every task you do, every order you follow, will be an attempt to earn my approval. Maybe — just maybe — you’ll earn the right to ask for release. But don’t fool yourself. That’s my decision, not yours. You’ll stay locked as long as I see fit, because your cock is no longer yours. It’s mine.
And you’ll thank me for it. You’ll thank me because deep down, you know this is what you wanted. To surrender. To serve. To be at my mercy. You’ll thank me because, in your submission, you’ve found freedom. Not the freedom of choice, but the freedom of knowing you don’t have any choice at all. You’ve given that to me.
And what of me? I am calm. I am steady. I am in control. I hold the key, and with it, your desire. I decide when you get to feel pleasure and when you don’t. I decide when you’re allowed to cum, if ever. And the best part? I know you’ll wait. You’ll wait as long as I want, because you know I hold the power. And that power is intoxicating.
So go ahead. Do what I’ve asked. Serve me. Prove yourself worthy. Every time you think you’re close, every time you think you’ve earned it, I’ll be the one to decide if you’re right. And more often than not, you won’t be. You’ll stay locked. You’ll stay desperate. And I’ll watch you squirm, knowing that every second of it only makes you more mine.
You’ll endure Locktober for me. And when it’s over, if I decide to unlock you, you’ll be grateful for every second you spent caged. Because you’ll know it wasn’t about the lock at all. It was about the power. My power. The power I have over you.
And there’s nothing you want more than that, is there?
