Chances are if you are a chastity enthusiast that you are well aware of the fact that Locktober draws nigh. In celebration of this momentous occasion I thought I’d dust off and revamp a fun little scene I wrote some time ago.
To those embarking on this months challenge I offer my heartfelt encouragement and empathy, as I will be right there in the trenches with you!
Are You Ready?
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, her finger swirling circles through the pre-cum dripping out of and pooling on the head of his rigid cock.
Balls distended, engorged shaft swelling against the limits of it’s own dimensions, it sensed imminent peril and reached for the heavens in a desperate attempt at escape.
It was too late. The steel ring already encircling it was a trap in and of itself. The blood pumped in with relentless surety, as was his desire to experience chastity. The ring however was a one way street, and that which went freely in, would not so freely be allowed out.
Of course In his naivety, he was blind to all but that which was Her.
He closed his eyes and thrust his hips into the air frantically chasing further pressure from her touch. A primal moan rose from within him, borne upon eons of evolution. It cried out an ancient plea for what every fiber of his being wanted more of as her finger danced away from him. A solitary strand of need glistened as it strove to maintain the connection between his cock and her magical touch. It grew thinner, the light cascading down it’s slippery surface like tears of frustration, until at last the connection broke. No amount of wistful yearning was strong enough to overcome that which was no longer meant to be.
“Yes…yes!” He hissed, beside himself. He just wanted relief, his addled brain confusing her question with what her teasing finger promised.
“OK, just remember, you asked for this.” She smiled and leaned in, her hair falling around his face and tickling his skin in a million places at once. Her lips brushed over his, soft and warm, in direct contrast to the cold steel cage now pressed over his manhood.
His body tensed and he breathed rapidly, becoming unsure as to how he was going to be able to go through with this. His fantasy, so long a secret, then shared, then mutually agreed upon, was in direct contrast to what his body was demanding.
“Shh, just lay with me, just relax.” She murmured to him, quieting him as she lay her head down onto his chest.
The sounds of the street below drifted into the small apartment, muted yet loud when contrasted with the silence of the bedroom within. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love someone any more than he already did, until he had dared express his desire to submit to Her control, and she’d told him that she had always felt like she should be in control. They were just starting out and didn’t have much, but they had love, they had honesty, and they had trust.
The smell of her hair wafted into his nostrils, and the heat from her embrace seeped into his soul, soothing him. His lustful heart beat in tumultuous discordance to hers, a steady drum of reassurance, until at last they beat as one. His breathing gradually slowed and along with it he softened. He finally relaxed, loosing himself in her presence and was startled at the sudden oppressive pressure upon his shaft.
His eyes flew open as he realized she’d adjusted her position and maneuvered the cage into place. A thousand panicked thoughts raced through his mind at once, all of them fighting to escape his lips and none of them succeeding.
No, I’ve changed my mind!
I want to fuck you senseless!
This was all crazy talk, I didn’t mean it!
For him though, like it or not, the time for talking was over. He felt her jostling things around down there and then she pushed up off him, turning to show him the key in her hand.
She smiled wickedly, her smoldering eyes aglow with mischievous fire. “I’m glad you were ready. I am too.”