Strapped down on the seat, unable to move, nude except for a leather collar, high heels, and a metal chastity belt.
Between your thighs is a huge dildo, cruelly placed millimetres away from your crotch to torment you with what you can't have, and in front of you is a TV screen playing a compliation of porn, of women getting what you are not getting this month. Your eyes are glued to the sights of other women getting the stuffing and pounding you so desperately ache for.
Your ears, adorned by headphones, are filled with the sounds of balls slapping, pussies squelching, and women moaning, as they get what you so desperately want.
There is nothing to distract you from contemplating sexual need, and frustration, as smut fills your brain and soaks the chastity belt. You squirm helplessly.
The women are getting fucked, while you, well...youre fucked in the opposite way.
Sir explains to you that this will be your daily routine for the entirety of October, 3 hours a night sat watching and listening to smut, but getting no rekease.
No cock. No masturbation. No release.
Your Locktober has just begun.