To mark the end of Locktober, Sir dressed pet in a slutty outfit that she adored. She wore her collar proudly, complemented by black knee-high socks, nipple clamps, cuffs around her wrists, and a full black face mask with only a mouth hole, which left her feeling both vulnerable and intensely focused. Securely locked, she felt the cold steel against Sirs property—a constant reminder.

Sir had her assume a "ready to please" position, hands crossed, and instructed her to remain perfectly still as He led a special ceremony to celebrate her completion of Locktober. She repeated, "Sir knows best, I'm a good chastity pet," and with each recitation, a rush of pride surged within her in being His denied pet. Her neediness and achiness began to build, intensifying with every repetition and quickening her heartbeat.

His commands rang clear in pet's mind as she held her position, eager to be exactly what He desired. The mask heightened the sensations, wrapping her fully in the moment. Though her vision was obscured, it sharpened her focus; every sound became more distinct, bringing her full attention to Sir and making her feel completely grounded and deeply connected to Him.

After that, pet was lucky to serve His cock, still securely locked and dressed exactly as Sir intended. pet felt deeply grateful to serve Him, knowing every moment was a privilege. She is so lucky to have Sirs guidance, and as she pleased Him, she felt a sense of purpose and pride in being His completely.

As she sucked, deepthroated, licked, and kissed His special cock, this cock slut embraced her role with enthusiasm. Sirs voice and precise commands guided her actions, each instruction fueling her eagerness to be His hungry slut, desperate to taste and satisfy Him. She wanted nothing more than to bring Him pleasure, help Him relax, and showcase the progress she had made in her training. Relishing the opportunity to demonstrate her dedication and growth, she was eager to please Him in every possible way.

pet made quite a mess, but that only added to the excitement. Sir had wanted it to be sloppy, and she was more than happy to oblige, fully immersing herself in the moment and focusing entirely on pleasing Him. Sooo much fun pleasing and performing for My Sir.

As she heard the distinct click of the mechanism releasing, a rush of excitement coursed through her. pet was incredibly needy, craving the touch and play with His property. Sir securely tied pet in place and positioned the wand against her pussy. She remained like a statue, a willing display for Sir to enjoy.

As she edged for Him, sounds escaped her mouth, a mix of moans and whimpers that reflected her arousal. pet felt herself slipping deeper into a goonhole, her head growing light and her thoughts hazy. pet felt like she was floating. She was lost in the moment, her mind consumed with the singular desire to please and be a good pet for Sir.

Then, Sir untied her and gently removed her mask, instructed her to hold the wand while He observed her every move with a keen, watchful eye. He wanted her to get close-really close. As her need intensified, pet became increasingly desperate, unable to hold back her pleas, with desperation lacing her words as she begged Sir for an orgasm.

Finally, when she heard Sir command, "Cum for me," it was like a switch flipped. pet obeyed instantly, as if automatically programmed, surrendering completely. The release was overwhelming; it felt incredible to cum for Him 🥺 fuck 🥺

After the session, Sir helped pet relax and ensured she felt calm and cared for. They spent time together, casually talking and enjoying each other's presence in the quiet night. It was a peaceful and comforting moment, filled with lighthearted laughter and gentle words. pet feels really really happy, fulfilled, and deeply grateful to be owned by Him.

Locktober was far from easy. There were moments when I was so needy, desperately begging Sir for release, and other times when the ache felt so intense I wanted to cry from the sheer frustration. But through every challenge, pet felt deeply fortunate to have Sirs guidance and care. His steady presence reminded her that every moment, every denial, was part of a greater purpose. My Sir knows best, and I trust Him. All of this is for my own good.