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Locktober has hit and it seems only fitting that a kinky shopping trip is in order to make the most of this horny month. We started our trip at Libidex to try and find some new rubber for me. Sir is drawn to the jocks and picks one out that I also like the look of so I go into the changing rooms to try it on. Sir says that I am to strip fully and just put the jock on. I do as ordered then peek around the curtain to tell Sir I’m ready. I’m expecting him to join me in the stall but he points to the shop floor and tells me to come out! I’m a bit nervous since it's more public than I’ve ever been with kink before but the control makes my cock throb. I don’t give myself time to think or panic and just step out and present myself for Sir. My hands are behind my back, my locked cock is in my new rubber jock and my chain collar with padlock is fully displayed for all to see. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this since there’s other people in the shop but I’m happy that I am at the same t...

  It's been about 2 months of slowly giving more and more control to Sir and I’m getting more and more used to it. The exercise routine and chastity tracking has become a ritual that I dare not break. It keeps me focused and the gym progress is starting to show so I’m very happy how strictly it is enforced.  Each morning I wake up and the first thing I do is update the chastity tracker. I’m spurred on by the punishments I have had for forgetting to do so before. It's also done with eagerness to please Sir, but the memory of the caning from last time is still too fresh to not have that at the forefront of my mind. Silly slips like not updating the tracker will be met with harsher punishments the more they occur. Plus Sir’s disappointment in me for forgetting is almost worse than the caning. Almost.  After work, I complete my exercises. It's really horny to send Sir the video of me doing the exercises and I’m starting to see more defined abs so I’m quite motivated to do the...

I can’t help but to keep glancing down at Sir’s crotch whenever I am lucky enough to be allowed to see him. I’m just waiting for the command to make me drop to my knees and start worshipping Sir’s cock. Being allowed to touch it even through trackies and a jock makes me strain in my cage. Only Sir’s cock should be allowed to get hard and I eagerly use my tongue to make him horny. Licking and sucking his balls before being allowed to lick his shaft. I’m always so desperate to get it in my mouth that Sir has to take control and not allow me to suck it without permission. As soon as he gives the command to suck it I want it deep in my throat filling me as much as it can. My tongue wants to lick every inch of it. My lips want to suck the cum out of it. My throat wants to swallow every single drop of Sir’s cum. Drool fills my mouth and my mind goes blank except for thinking about Sir’s cock. I forget about my pathetic locked cage and focus on the only cock that matters - Sir’s.  

Session 12-09-25 I leave work early, freshly shaved and, as always, collared and locked. I read on the train to conserve the limited time on my phone thanks to Sir's control of it. Horny before I even get to Sir's front door.  I arrive and I already have a semi. We immediately head to the playroom and I'm ordered to strip. We catch up with me sat cross legged on the floor with my head in Sir's crotch. It was nice to talk about how we've been outside of kink but still within the master slave dynamics. We couldn't kiss since Sir had an ulcer and didn't want to pass anything on. I'm sad since I love kissing Sir but having his dick in my mouth or arse for most of the session more than made up for it. When catching up other times I have sat on the sofa or just stood but I definitely preferred this time being near Sir’s dick. Sir is always reminding me of my place and duties constantly.  Sir asked me how long it had been since I've cum. “Got to be a month ...

I’m sat in bed one evening, scrolling through Recon and finding lots of profiles but not too many I felt I clicked with. A profile looking for fisting holes - ouch, that's a pass. ‘Hey’ messages appearing and going nowhere. However I did stumble across one profile that looked promising with the name ‘Crispy’. Fit guy in rubber showing as active and with lots of similar interests. His profile description also mentioned collaring and owning a slave including permanent chastity. My dick became rock hard so I decided to message.  Past the obligatory exchanging of likes and interests we chatted on and off for a good year or so. The chats were friendly with the correct level of kinky flirting - enough to know that we had the same kinky master/slave interest but not too much to make me nervous this guy would kidnap me. Finally a date was planned after we’d stopped being so bloody busy and popular in our private lives. I was ordered to not cum for a week and this lead me to thinking about ...