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Yesterday was Halloween, and I couldnāt wait to finally get out and have some fun. Declan had told me earlier that weād hit Church Street and check out the bars, so the moment I got home from work, I rushed to get ready.
Heād already laid my outfit out on the couch ,a tight orange prisoner costume. I was about to change into it, but he told me to slow down, finish my drink first, and chill while he āhandled something on his phone.ā
If you know Sir Declan, you know this, when heās quiet and focused, it usually means heās plotting something. And he never warns me.
A few minutes later, he said, āBabe, come to the room.ā
The lights were set up already on bright like he was about to film a scene.
I asked, āWhatās with the setup? Arenāt we going out?ā
Before I could even process it, he made me kneel in front of the jail cage, cuffed my hands above my head, and locked them to the top bars.
He leaned down and said calmly, āHonestly, Iām not sure if I want you going out tonight.ā
Then, knock knock.
Someone was at the door.
Declan smiled, grabbed a carved pumpkin, and shoved it over my head. My world went dark except for a hole where my mouth was. I could barely hear or breathe through the thick shell, only muffled sounds.
I heard the front door open. Then metal clicking. Another pair of cuffs.
When Declan came back, he said, āA buddyās here, heās handcuffed to the wall in the living room. Youāve been a good boy lately, Zack. So tonight, Iām gonna use you while I cuck him.ā
Thatās when he shoved his cock down my throat through the mouth hole of the pumpkin. His hips slammed against the pumpkinās rim as I gagged and drooled, completely blind and restrained.
When he came, his load sprayed inside the pumpkin, hitting my beard, my lips, and even my eye through the cutout. I was left there dripping, unable to wipe it off, while he went back to the other room.
About 30 minutes later, he returned, laughing when he saw my eye swollen and red. āYou got cum-eye, bitch. Looks like pink eye now.ā
He wrapped a chain around my waist, pad locked it, zip-tied my hands to it, and shoved me into the cage. The cell door closed with a click, and then I heard the distinct snap of a serial tag zip-lock, no escape.
He uses ziptags when he leaves the house while Iām locked away, so that if any emergency happens, I can get away but he will know that the serial number ziptag was tampered with.
āYouāre in for the night,ā he said. āIām heading out with the guy for Halloween.ā
He turned on the Blue Jays game, shut the bedroom door, and left.
When he came home around 2 a.m., I felt his lips press through the bars, kissing me before cutting the zip ties. Then he replaced the zip lock with a padlock on the door, smirked, and went to bed.
This morning, before leaving for work, he unlocked the padlock and said only:
āHave dinner ready tonight. Clean the house. I left the guyās underwear on the couch, full of cum. Guess whoās cum! Enjoy.ā
So yeah, Halloween ended, Locktober ended, but my chastity didnāt.
Itās November 1st, and Iāve officially entered No Nut November.
My next bail hearing for release is set for December 1st.
Hope your Halloween was wild, just maybe not as locked-up as mine. š
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