Your dick is my prisoner. Locked in your tight, tiny little cage all month long. Approaching the end of Locktober has you optimistic. How silly of you. It doesn't matter what month it is when I hold your keys. You'll be let out when I want you to be out of your cage. Maybe another month is exactly what you need. Making you more desperate while I tease and deny you, straining in your cage. Do you think you can handle it?