I’m Caitlyn, 23, just finished getting myself into the whole mindset for Locktober—a month of, well, intense control. My newest little “toy,” this chastity cage, clinks in my hand, and I’m already smirking, just imagining how far I’ll push myself this time around.

Then, as I’m setting it down on the kitchen counter, my front door creaks open. It’s Liam, my neighbor—he’s 21, the kind of guy who’s sweet but also clueless in this super endearing way. He’s holding a pumpkin carving kit, looking totally ready for Halloween fun, but when he spots the cage sitting there, his eyes go wide.

"Hey, Caitlyn," he says, all awkward. "Weren't you gonna help me with the pumpkins today?"

I smirk, crossing my arms. "Oh, I’m still game for that," I say, glancing at the cage. "But first, I have a little something else I need to handle."

He takes a step closer, still eyeing the cage with this mix of confusion and fascination. "Is that... a chastity cage? Like, for real?"

"Yep." I raise an eyebrow, keeping my grin a little wicked. "It’s for Locktober. Ever heard of it?"

Liam shakes his head, totally clueless, and I kinda love it. "No, uh, what's that?"

I lean back against the counter, letting the idea sink in for him. "Basically, it’s a month where people into BDSM—like me—enforce chastity. No orgasms, no touching, for a whole month. It’s all about control and pushing limits."

He just stares, wide-eyed. "Wow, that sounds… intense." He fidgets a bit, his gaze flickering between the cage and my face. "How do you, like… manage that?"

I chuckle, taking a slow step toward him. "It’s a challenge. But, you know, there are other ways to deal with tension."

His throat bobs as he swallows, clearly intrigued and a little nervous. "Like... what?"

I give him a slow, teasing grin and reach out, running a finger along his cheek. "You curious, Liam?"

He shivers, and I swear his face turns red. "I mean, yeah, kinda," he admits, voice a bit shaky.

"Interesting." I pick up the cage, letting the cold metal dangle between us. "Wanna try Locktober with me? A little experiment?"

He blinks, looking from me to the cage, and I can see he’s debating it. "I don’t know... I’ve never done anything like that."

"Aw, come on," I tease, dropping my voice to a whisper, "you’re not scared, are you?"

That does it—he puffs up a bit, rolling his eyes. "Scared? No way," he huffs. "Just... new to this."

I grin, all in. "Exactly. New things are always scary at first. But trust me, once you’re in, you’ll love it."

With that, I take his hand and lead him toward my bedroom. The second we’re inside, I motion for him to sit on the bed, and he does, looking at me like he’s not quite sure what he’s gotten into. I kneel down, guiding his pants down his legs, slowly, inch by inch, just to let him feel every second.

"Relax, Liam," I murmur, barely able to keep the smirk off my face. "It’s supposed to be fun."

His breath catches as my fingers trace along his thigh, and he’s already half-hard. I tighten my grip just a bit. "You like that, don’t you?"

He lets out a shaky, “Yeah… I think I do.”

I pick up the cage and show it to him. "Ready for this?”

He nods, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "As ready as I’ll ever be," he mumbles.

Gently, I guide the cage onto him, letting the metal click into place, and he lets out a breath like he’s half-terrified and half-thrilled. The look on his face? Priceless. This mix of vulnerability and excitement that’s just… perfect.

I step back, admiring my work. "Now, remember,” I say, my tone all sweet but firm, “no touching unless I say so.”

He nods, eyes still wide, and mutters, "Yes, Caitlyn."

"Good boy," I reply, leaning in to give him a quick, teasing kiss. "Now, let’s go carve those pumpkins, yeah?"

We head back to the kitchen, and he’s definitely feeling the cage—every time he moves, I catch the smallest twitch on his face. When I hand him a pumpkin, he gives me this look, like he’s totally lost in what just happened.

As we start carving, he’s fidgeting like crazy, and I can’t help but notice. "You having fun yet?" I ask, feigning innocence.

He glances up, meeting my eyes. "Yeah. I think I am."

I lean in, lowering my voice just for him. "Good. Because this is only the beginning."

And as we sit there, surrounded by pumpkins, he can’t stop glancing at me, anticipation building between us. With every little shift and glance, he’s reminded of the cage, and I can’t help but grin, knowing exactly what he’s feeling. This Locktober? Just got a whole lot more fun.