Tomorrow is Locktober โ a whole month of surrender. Go and get your cage, the tiniest one I searched so hard for, the only one small enough to fit you. Hold it in your hands, feel how cold and delicate it is, and then slide it over that tiny little clitty between your legs. Hear the click. Thatโs the sound of you disappearing inside the ritual.
From this moment youโre ready for tomorrow. Locked, waiting, trembling โ my quiet secret. Happy Locktober, my sweet little sissy; now youโre kept safe and small, just as youโve always wanted.