Locktober Chronicles - Day One

Day One -- Consequences of being distracted

I said in my previous post that Locktober sneaks up on me. Well 2026 is no exception. This week has been hell at work with some misplaced deliveries. So, even though I was wearing my device on Wednesday I fell asleep and napped on the sofa after getting home from work. My partner let me sleep bless her, but once I showered I locked up and handed the key to her not realising it was the last day of September. Her slightly mischievous smile ought to have given me a clue, but I was just that distracted. Our evening was much like any other, and I made my usual Wednesday night dinner for us both -- Haddock, garden veg, and fondant potatoes. After dining, catching up on Taskmaster, and washing up, we headed to bed.

9pm is a fairly early night for us both, but we usually read or occupy our time in more adult ways before actually sleeping. Stripping off and down to only my chastity cage, I was about to throw on a pair of boxer when my partner stopped me. Clearly smiling, her response made my heart sink a little.

'You seem to have forgotten what tomorrow is honey'

My mind raced as I tried to work out what she could mean. Grabbing up my phone it dawned on me. Tomorrow was the 1st of October. By habit, I usually get locked for the month the night before so that I spend the month locked from the very first second. This has happened only once before, but usually we'll have a very explosive evening of sex before I lock up. The last time I locked early on 30th of September, my partner didn't unlock me but she did make good use of her strongest vibrator against my cage. Tonight though, she stood there wearing her purple silk nightgown. It sets off her red hair in a stunning way and brings out her blue eyes beautifully. I don't imagine the push up bra she was wore underneath it was quite as comfortable, but it certainly gives me an incredible view.

By now it's a familiar sensation that my body does respond, and strains against my cage. Catching my brief glance down, she floated towards me, one hand behind her back concealing something. Brushing a finger across my balls and up toward the tip of my penis straining against the cage, she pulled her head in with a gentle nibble of my earlobe. Pulling back slowly, her cheek brushed across mine as her lips searched out mine. As her lips melted into mine, her gentle kiss was betrayed somewhat by her hand cupping and gently squeezing my entire small package.

Now trembling and cursing myself for having forgotten what day it was, I returned her kiss wrapping my arms around her. As my arm landed on the small of her back I was snapped away from my own desire by a very strong spank to my left butt cheek. I've been struck with a paddle a few times, so could immediately recognise the sensation. I knew exactly what the message was -- she's in control here, I do not get to take any action that might be interpreted as possessive or in control.

Letting my arms drop from around her, I folded them behind my back as she has requested many times before. I heard the thud of the paddle hitting the floor as she seized both my wrists in her hand. Squeezing my package a little tighter, I let out a moan as she parts my lips with her tongue. Returning the passion of her kiss, I feel the squeeze around my wrists get a little tighter -- a subtle message to remember my place. While I am, as you might have guess, more submissive in nature; not all men who wear chastity are. In fact one of our close friends is a very typical dominant man. He chooses to wear his device as a show to his submissive partner that he's willing to keep himself for her. That no matter what occurs between them, just as she has given herself to him, he gives himself to her. Don't know about you but I think that's actually kinda sweet. Of course my partner and I aren't heavy into the D/s or BDSM scenes. We play at it from time to time. It's been the feeling though that full on D/s life can be exhausting and burdensome for both of us. So we both of us play when we feel like it. We do make the exception for October of course. When I'm engaging in Locktober, I am hers -- completely. The squeeze of the wrists then was the reminder that soon, very soon I'd be her submissive again and I'd better get used to behaving as such.

'Don't you think it would be better if these' She squeezed my wrists a little once more. 'were bound here?'

To the outside observer maybe it would seem like this was forgone, but my partner and I tend to use this phrasing as a way of asking consent. Of course I could say no at this point, but she could most certainly see and feel that I was about to agree. Pulling away she stood there, head cocked to one side smiling. Reaching into the bedside table I withdrew the cuffs and offered them to her.

'You know how to put them on sweetie. You don't need my help. Besides I'd prefer to admire the view.'

Snapping the cuffs around my wrists, behind my back I stood there. My member desperate to escape its metal cage; my insides melting; my eyes fixed on the smart, compassionate, beautiful woman standing before me. I'm a lucky man, there can be absolutely no doubt about that. She took a moment, looking me up and down before she sashayed over to the cupboard and retrieved a few items. To my disappointment, the vibrator wasn't among them. The remote control anal plug was though. My immediate future flashed before me.

'I think that once we've got you all hot and heavy, we try this month to get a result with the plug again. Don't you?'

It is possible of course for a man to cum from anal, but it doesn't appear to be the most simple thing in the world. I've not yet managed it I don't think. I'm never averse to trying though. Sadly, it meant that I wouldn't get to orgasm the night before beginning Locktober.

My partner instructed me to squat as she lubed up the plug. As she crossed to me, she held the plug in one hand and with her other she barely grazed my skin, drawing it down from my chest to my cage. From behind me, she rested her finger on the tip of my member just poking through the end of the cage. As she rested her hand there, she slowly pushed the plug into my arse. A gasp from me, as I fought the urge to clench elicited a giggle from her.

'Oh don't clench, take my plug.'

A flash of cruelty in her voice made me realise that I wouldn't be getting off easily this evening. As the plug was fully inserted, she spanked my arse playfully. Reaching to the bed, she pulled the dildo harness toward us.

Now, I like to think that most of the more toxic masculine traits aren't present in me. Still, there is a slight feeling of emasculation I must admit to whenever the strap-on comes out. It is of course always strapped onto me and used on her. Still, being locked in a cage, impotent and having to use such an aid always makes me feel a little bit smaller. For a sub I suppose it's no bad thing. My partner's mind was a little more cunning this evening though. She quickly strapped the harness around her waist, climbing onto the bed and beckoning me to follow. Taking a handful of my hair in her grip, she positioned my head above the dildo.

'Be so kind as to lube up the dildo for me won't you honey?'

Her hand pushed my head toward the tip of the dildo. My lips parted as she cooed, resting her feet on my shoulders. Giggles slipped from her lips as I began to bob up and down on the dildo. Licking, sucking, drooling on it. Watching me, I assume with a smile of enjoyment on her cute face, she took one opportunity to push against my shoulders as I began to lift my mouth away from the dildo. The sign clear of course. She wanted me to hold it there for a few moments. Breathing through my nose, I sunk the dildo further into my mouth, down so that it touched the very back of my throat.

'Such a good little slut aren't you?'

Seconds felt like minutes, but maybe a dozen passed before the slight pressure on my shoulders subsided and I was allowed to surface for air.

The dildo well lubed with my saliva, she took to her knees and unstrapped the harness. In swift movements of her hands it was around my waist and she was pushing me to lay on my back. As a reminder, I am a submissive in situations like this. Her belief then is that when locked and when being submissive I should not display body language that is aggressive or dominating. To be honest, I enjoy it to. It makes me feel truly useful. Truly hers.

Hands still cuffed behind my back, I raised my knees to support her back as she began to ride the dildo. My hips pushing toward her every time she descended onto the dildo, pushing away everytime she raised herself. I looked on trembling as she caressed herself, a hand pinching her own nipples. Desperate for even a slight touch or kiss I wore my most sympathetic expression. Of course she saw through it, gleefully grinning as she thrust even harder to grind on the dildo. Her hands reached down, her long hair tumbling down just barely touching my chest. Looking me dead in the eyes she placed her hands on my pecs. Once there, her fingers skilfully teased at my nipples causing me to writhe a little under her. Laughing, she pinched both, hard. I bucked and tensed involuntarily as she continued to laugh. Bringing her head in close as she continued to ride a wave of pleasure she appeared to be benefitting from, she laid her lips on my engaging me in a passionate, animalistic kiss. Her tongue forced its way once more into my mouth teasing as she rode me with every bit of energy she had.

I felt beads of sweat roll from her body and land on mine as she reached her climax. In doing so, she brought herself down, wrapping her arms around my torso, embracing me as she threw her head back in pleasureable screaming. Then, as the wave of pleasure washed over her, she collapsed next to me. Arms still wrapped around me. A gentle kiss on my cheek. I lay there next to her bathing in the pleasure she was emanating. Her warmth comforting. My frustration high. As she began to return to earth, she kissed my lip carefully. Reaching across to the bedside table she retrieved her phone. One hand tapped at her phone, as the other reached up between my legs. Her slender finger reached behind me and I felt the push of the plug. The short familiar buzz of the plug signalled that it was now turned on. Another tap of the phone and it began vibrating. Just barely detectable for now, it took me enough by surprise that I began panting a little. The vibrations twinned with my partner's hands exploring my body. Caressing, pinching, teasing. Her hands are that of the most skilled musician. The pure dexterity has always astonished me.

As she intensified her caressing and teasing, the pattern of vibrations reached its highest levels. Both strong and fast, in this position it was hitting a pleasurable spot. Inside me, the desire to burst was high. All I wanted in that moment was to be able to spurt cum all over the place, and feel the wave of orgasm wash over me. Despite my partner's skilled hands, and the wonderful feeling of the plug though I just didn't get there. I was still panting and moaning in frustration as the plug's pattern ended.

'Oh, such a shame. No cummies for you eh little slut?'

I'm sure I must have gone red, or shown some slip of expression as her grin widened. She knew how much I hated her referring to me that way, but she also knew it would get a rise out of me. I love that she can read me so easily, but in moments like these it makes it very difficult to hide my true feelings. Reaching to my shoulder, she rolled me to the side and with a few movements uncuffed me before coming in for a passionate snog.

After a good long embrace, I took to my feet and quickly sorted myself out in the en suite. Removing and cleaning the plug before setting it to dry and cleaning my arse. Returning to the bed, we snuggled up together under the covers. I love the moments when we hold each other like that. They're literally the best part of my day. Though, laying there in each other's arms this evening I got a cheeky whisper in my ear.

'You know this year's going to be tricky right?' I nodded and replied

'Yes Miss.' She pulled me closer, the warmth of our bodies comforting us both.

***

The following morning, has been a day like any other. I got up and got ready for work. Though with today being the first of October I had to ask my partner to unlock my cage so that I could change into my resin cage. Busy as our morning are, in October we go to the lengths of her being the only one allowed to handle the key and locks. I've always appreciated that about her. That she's been willing to do that. Of course this month we're taking three whole weeks away from work so there will be less time pressure on us. After a speedy change of cage from metal to resin, she kissed me as we dressed and headed our separate ways for work.

I must admit that because I tend to wear my cage relatively often I rarely notice it at work. Today was little different except for the hour long meeting. It meant sitting down for an hour. That can push the edges of what is comfortable when wearing a cage. Still, I got through it.

Arriving home though I got my first surprise. My partner usually arrives home before I do, and it appeared that today she'd made a slight modification. The isolation switch for the shower had been removed. For those that don't know, some older houses in the UK have their showers on isolator switches for I assume electrical safety reasons? Ours was on a pull cord, and that cord was today absent. Meeting her in the kitchen she could clearly already see what was on my mind.

'Yes, about the shower. You don't get to have any this month. You're stuck with baths.'

I let out an involuntary groan. Look I know that there's nothing inherently unmasculine about a bath, but I've always felt them to be somewhat 'girly'. Maybe it's the growing up with two mums and three sisters. My groan signalled to my partner she'd achieved her objectives though. She'd successfully set the tone for the month swiftly.

'Before you draw your bathwater, perhaps we can chat?'

This is our sixth Locktober together, so our routine is pretty set out. In fact even when we play at D/s stuff for a weekend, we do this. We sit together and work out the boundaries. Then on the first day of actual play (or Locktober) we sit and confirm everything. This month I've given her free reign. Within agreed limits, she has carte blanche. I've basically said that she has consent to do anything, and that should I feel uncomfortable, I'll withdraw consent with a safeword. As we chatted I reconfirmed this and the various safewords. As we finished agreeing and double checking our limits I reached into my jacket pocket and retrieved the key I usually keep in my wallet for safety. This year we've procured some plastic sleeves into which the key can be placed, and which can be sealed with some tamper seals. Little plastic 'padlocks' basically. They can be opens with a snap of the flimsy plastic. Their point of course to allow me the safety of an emergency key, but for my partner to have a way of checking if it's been used.

Pulling me in for a kiss, she held me close for a moment before remarking:

'By the way, you're going to be under direct supervision when unlocked for cleaning sweetie.'

Clearly I must have looked confused because she clarified that she would be watching me while I bathed this month. I was now under direct instruction that I was not allowed to even touch my cage with the exception of wiping it with loo roll after peeing. I won't lie it is a new dynamic that I don't think will last for the whole month, but I'm willing to watch her break first and give up on the direct supervision. Still, it'll be fun I'm sure. This evening certainly was. She gave me just half an hour to bathe including the time it took to run the water. A simple enough task of course, but it does have me wondering if she'll decide to push things. It was a little fun to chat while washing myself down. She did have to stop me as I reached the sponge for my cock and balls.

'Ah, ah, ah. What did I say?'

A cruel look was worn on her face as she seized the sponge, and cleared my hands away. Reaching into the water, she took a clear pleasure in teasing me as she applied the soap and sponge to my genitals. I wonder now as I write today's post, if this was her game all along. To get to tease me into an erection while not caged. I hope not, because that would make this month feel so much longer!

Thankfully, I got clean and dry with little interference. Having her place the cage back on me and locking me up was a thrilling experience though. Her every touch felt electric. I'm going to be so damn horny by the end of the month!

Sadly, there were no teasing sexual shenanigans this evening. We both have early mornings, so that will wrap up my day one on Locktober 2026.

See you tomorrow, Jack.