It's a shame that Locktober only lasts for one month.

I know you're struggling. No stroking, no gooning and no cumming. Only constriction and viciously horny thoughts running through your head. Poor thing.

But do I have pity for you? No. In fact, it's laughable to think that after one month that useless cock should go free. No one wants to fuck it and you'd just be back to rubbing it raw several times a day anyway. Keeping you locked is what's best for you, even after November arrives, because with all of the cloudiness your horniness has filled your brain with, it's also ...

It's a shame that Locktober only lasts for one month.

I know you're struggling. No stroking, no gooning and no cumming. Only constriction and viciously horny thoughts running through your head. Poor thing.

But do I have pity for you? No. In fact, it's laughable to think that after one month that useless cock should go free. No one wants to fuck it and you'd just be back to rubbing it raw several times a day anyway. Keeping you locked is what's best for you, even after November arrives, because with all of the cloudiness your horniness has filled your brain with, it's also given you a new level of clarity.

You're more desperate. More devoted. Thinking more of Me and less of yourself. Why would I give you a lick of mercy when you're becoming the slave you claim to have always dreamed of being. Do you want to quit now, when you're getting even closer?

That's what I thought.