It’s been a busy morning this morning, sorting through the drawers of cages, sorting the steel from the silicone, the heavy ones from the teasing little ones that leave almost nothing free. Everything lined up, cleaned, ready. The smell of metal and rubber still hangs in the air. I like it.
First official lock-in of Locktober happened before lunch. He arrived already half-hard and nervous, which is always my favourite combination. I made him strip, hold himself out for inspection, then slowly worked the cage over that thick, twitching cock and those tight little balls until the ring clicked home and the lock snapped shut. The look on his face when the key left his sight and disappeared into my palm… pure. He tried to adjust himself afterward, of course. Futile. That pretty cock is going nowhere for the rest of the month unless I decide otherwise.
Three more to do today. Different sizes, different attitudes. One of them has already been begging over messages, promising he’ll be “so good” if I just lock him up tight. We’ll see how long the good behaviour lasts once he’s sealed inside cold steel with no way to touch himself.
Tomorrow is going to be chaotic in the best possible way. A full day of locking every single one of my regulars. One after another. Cages going on, keys coming off, that soft little whimper when the lock engages and they realise they’re properly owned for Locktober. I’ll be collecting keys all day. By the evening my desk will look like a trophy case.
Speaking of which… one of my more eager boys decided to get creative. He turned up with a lovely shiny chain, heavy, polished, clearly expensive, specifically for me to hang all my keys on. Sweet, really. As if dangling a pretty piece of jewellery in front of me is going to buy him softer treatment or earlier release. It won’t. The chain is lovely and it will look perfect draped over the key hook, but he still gets locked the same as everyone else. No special favours. If anything, I might keep him sealed a little longer just to make the point. He’s welcome to keep buying me pretty things though. I’m not unreasonable.
I still have room for the rest of this week if anybody else would like to participate. If your cock is currently free and you’re thinking about surrendering it for Locktober, message me. Tell me what size you need, how long you want to stay locked, and how desperate you’re prepared to get. I’ll decide the rest.
October has only just started… and already the sound of padlocks clicking shut is becoming my favourite soundtrack.
Mistress Eve
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