<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/69438665" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="44644760" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>My first Locktober experience began with a letter from my wife. It was October 1st, 2017. She’d been called into work on a Sunday, which meant she was gone before I woke up. I found the letter resting on the bathroom counter along with my Holy Trainer.</p><blockquote>My Love,</blockquote><blockquote>It was splendid having you inside me last night. The look of pure, beautiful desire on your face as you climaxed was one that will linger in my memory throughout the month.</blockquote><blockquote>I hope it lingers in your memory too, because you won’t have the pleasure of feeling my pussy around your cock again until the end of the month (at least). Locktober is going to be pussy free for you, sweetheart.</blockquote><blockquote>You’ll be teased. I’ll stroke your cock. I might take you in my mouth (if you’re a very good boy). You might even get to cum (we’ll see). It’s going to be fun though, I promise.</blockquote><blockquote>I have expectations that I’d like to make clear right away. If you can’t adhere to what I desire you will find our experience with chastity comes to a quick end.</blockquote><blockquote>Here is what I expect of you:</blockquote><blockquote>1. Locktober begins the moment you place your cock in the Holy Trainer and lock it. I expect you to leave the key on my nightstand. You are not permitted to masturbate one last time before you lock yourself up.</blockquote><blockquote>2. You will be well-behaved throughout the month. You will not beg for release. You will not beg for an orgasm. You will not, under any circumstances, be rude or petulant because I have decided that you do not deserve a release or an orgasm.</blockquote><blockquote>3. You will put my needs above yours. You will think about what I want before anything else. You will resolve to let me be the one that controls your pleasure. You will be happy with whatever sexual satisfaction I choose to give you.</blockquote><blockquote>4. You will be grateful for your ongoing chastity. You will show your gratitude in any way you can think of.</blockquote><blockquote>Those are pretty easy, right? If you can manage to follow them, I promise that you’re going to have a wonderful month full of everything I know you love about being locked up in that cute little chastity device of yours.</blockquote><blockquote>I’m already looking forward to your tongue this evening.</blockquote><p>I actually locked my cock halfway through the letter. I could feel the desire building and I didn’t want to get hard. I finished reading after I’d locked the Holy Trainer and I happily put the key on Lucy’s nightstand before getting dressed to run a few errands.</p><p>“I want a picture of your locked cock,” Lucy texted me soon after I arrived at Target, my first destination.</p><p>I smiled and slipped into the bathroom to take a picture. It was the first day of a month of chastity play and already I was thrilled. It was the first time I’d ever sent a picture of my dick to anyone. The fact that it was a small version of my cock locked in a cage only made it hotter.</p><p>“He looks so cute,” Lucy texted back. “See you when I get home.”</p><p>Her Sunday schedule meant that Lucy got to leave work earlier than usual, so she was already home when I came through the door late in the afternoon.</p><p>She greeted me in a pair of dark blue lace boyshort panties and a cropped grey sweater that left a little of her taut stomach exposed. The kiss we shared was eager and her tongue danced in my mouth far more than usual. The way she pressed her body against mine was impossibly arousing, too. It was a cornucopia of beautiful, erotic sensations.</p><p>“Welcome home,” Lucy said as she stepped back.</p><p>“Wow,” was all I said as I felt that beautiful ache between my legs.</p><p>“We’re going to have so much fun,” she added. “So much fun.”</p><p>I watched as Lucy pulled down her panties and exposed her pussy. I could see a hint of wetness.</p><p>“Right now I need you to make me cum.”</p><p>I dropped to my knees and Lucy guided me between her legs. I dropped lower to get a good angle and ate her pussy.</p><p>“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about your eager tongue. I’ve been thinking about how your locked up cock is mine to control all month long. I can’t tell you how much it turns me on. I’ve been wet for hours.”</p><p>I was deep between her legs with no ability to respond, so I worshiped my wife’s pussy instead. She held my head with both hands and moved her clit over my lips and tongue. In just a few minutes she brought herself to an orgasm.</p><p>After cumming, Lucy released my head and leaned down to kiss me. I loved the idea that she was tasting her pussy on my lips. Even better, she didn’t bother putting her panties on afterwards. She simply walked into the kitchen to get dinner started.</p><p>Lucy didn’t wear any bottoms for the rest of the night. We cooked dinner together and she was bottomless and teasing the entire time. There were a few occasions where she would slip her fingers into her still-wet pussy and then lift them to my mouth. “Taste,” she would say. I always licked them clean.</p><p>She ate without her panties on. At one point she pushed her chair out and spread her legs while she continued to eat. Her pussy looked so perfect. I’d cum the night before and yet I felt completely overwhelmed with desire.</p><p>“You’d give up your dinner to eat my pussy, wouldn’t you?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p>Lucy laughed in response, though she didn’t have me go down on her. I would have given up eating dinner, though.</p><p>After dinner we watched a movie together. Lucy sat with her legs across mine and her pussy exposed. She would occasionally push her fingers inside and let me suck them clean. She had me rub her legs and feet and I did it all with pleasure.</p><p>After the movie, Lucy offered me her hand and said, “Let’s go to bed.” The smile on her face made me think we wouldn’t be going to sleep.</p><p>In the bedroom, Lucy pulled off her sweater and revealed her lack of a bra. She was fully nude in front of me and I felt the beautiful ache I knew I’d become accustomed to over the course of the month.</p><p>Part of my desire in that moment was the result of what the chastity represented. It was knowing that my cock couldn’t get hard. It was knowing that Lucy was in control of when I was released. It was knowing that she was fully on board with teasing me over the course of a month.</p><p>Lucy stepped closer and took my clothes off as I stood there. She took her time and made sure to rub her body against mine at every opportunity. If I hadn’t been in chastity, I would have been rock hard and dripping precum. Instead, I was soft in my prison.</p><p>Lucy led me to the bed and had me get on my back. She straddled me and immediately sat her pussy down on my locked cock.</p><p>“Can you feel it?” she asked.</p><p>I nodded. “You’re so wet.”</p><p>Lucy smiled and leaned forward. She kissed me softly and whispered, “I might like chastity play even more than you do.”</p><p>I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks and Lucy moaned before kissing my neck.</p><p>“Are you going to miss my pussy?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes,” I said.</p><p>In that moment all I could think about was fucking her. We’d had sex the night before and I still felt desperate. I wondered if I’d be able to survive a month without any sort of sexual release. I hoped Lucy planned to let me cum at some point.</p><p>She rubbed her wet pussy over my locked cock. I felt the wetness. I felt the warmth. I felt complete and utter desperation. I wanted so badly to be inside her.</p><p>She was moving fast enough and moaning loud enough that it seemed like she was going to cum.</p><p>“Oh, baby,” she whispered. Her lips and tongue pleasured the flesh of my neck. The heat between her legs built.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Lucy said softly.</p><p>Moments later I felt her body trembling above mine. A series of soft, sensual moans escaped as she had her second orgasm of the day.</p><p>She collapsed on top of me. I felt wetness dripping from her pussy and down around my balls. Lucy pressed her lips against mine and held them there. She kissed me softly.</p><p>“My pussy might not miss your cock,” she said. “My pussy might like locking you up more than it likes fucking you.”</p><p>It sounded ominous, but in my state I found it exceptionally arousing.</p><p><br></p><p>On that first night Lucy instituted a new rule. She said that we’d both be sleeping nude for the duration of Locktober.</p><p>She wanted to be able to take my locked cock in her hands at any time while we were in bed and she figured it would be even easier to tease me if she was naked.</p><p>The next morning she put that to use. A few hours before our alarm clock went off I woke up with her hand on my locked cock. She spooned me and pressed her naked body against mine. I felt her hard nipples against my flesh and the incredible warmth of her skin.</p><p>“This is mine,” Lucy said as I stirred. “These are mine,” she said as she grasped my balls.</p><p>I groaned. Pleasure mixed with pain between my legs. I wanted to roll over, climb on top of my wife and fuck her. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to for another 30 days at the earliest.</p><p>“Turn around,” she said.</p><p>I spun around and faced my wife. She maneuvered her body so her crotch was pressed against mine. If I was hard I could have slipped inside her.</p><p>Lucy kissed me softly. “I had a dream,” she whispered.</p><p>“What kind of dream?”</p><p>“I dreamed about you being the perfect chastised husband, like some of the men I’ve read about online. I dreamed about you being so happy in your little device, about you doing everything in your power to make me the happiest woman in the world. I dreamed about you being a perfect husband for me.”</p><p>There was real emotion in her voice, like she’d come out of her dream feeling like she wanted to make it into a reality. In the moment I thought it was beautiful.</p><p>“You know I’d do anything for you,” I said.</p><p>Lucy kissed me again. Her fingers found their way between my legs and she grasped my cock. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine.</p><p>“I think this little device is going to ensure that you’ll do anything I want you to do,” she said as a confident, naughty smile spread across her face.</p><p>Looking back, I feel like that was the moment that Lucy fully realized just how much power the chastity device gave her. It seemed to pair quite nicely with her newly-discovered sense of dominance and it would come to inform the rest of the month (and the rest of our marriage, as luck would have it).</p><p>“I love you,” I said in response to what I saw in her eyes and what I felt between my legs.</p><p>“Love me with your tongue,” she said.</p><p>She released my cock and applied gentle pressure on the top of my head. I pulled the covers back and moved between her legs. For the third time in less than 24 hours, I made my wife cum.</p><p>After she came I looked up at my beautiful wife and said, “Thank you.”</p><p>I wasn’t trying to be weird or cheeky. I was saying it because I felt thankful for the chance to eat her pussy and make her cum. I felt thankful that she was embracing my lust for chastity in such a significant way. I felt thankful that she’d basically committed to spending the entire month of October playing with me.</p><p>Lucy reached down and caressed my face. She had this sweet, soft look in her eyes. “You’re welcome,” she said.</p><p>It made me feel like she knew why I was thanking her. It made me love her so deeply.</p><p>There was actually quite a bit of play that Locktober. Next time I’ll tell you about some of the highlights.</p>