Soon it is October again. The month of the Femdom Ball. The month when the boys are locked. There is something quietly beautiful about knowing we are all wearing the same secret. Across cities, across time zones, cages on, keys elsewhere. A private brotherhood of denial that only we (and the women who hold our keys) can see.
I used to think of it as endurance. This year it feels more like belonging. I always find it funny that in the men’s bathroom there is suddenly a queue for the stalls. Standing at the urinal becomes… impractical. So we wait, we sit, we do what we have to do, and we pretend we are just being polite. October turns even the most ordinary rooms into small theaters of submission. Most people never notice but when you know, you know.
Normally I am not super looking forward to being locked. It is, of course, anything for my Mistress. The key is hers. The decision is hers. My comfort is secondary and I have always accepted that. But this year is different. After forty days locked I was released, and instead of relief I felt a hollow space. The first free days felt too loud, too available, too much like something I had not earned. I caught myself reaching for the cage, I missed the weight. I missed the reminder. I missed the knowledge that my arousal belonged to my Mistress.
What I missed most was the chance to serve her in that state. Locked, I am simpler. There is less of me getting in the way. I want to fetch, kneel, wait, worship, take what she gives. I want the ache to stay in my body so that every small act of service has a cost. I would love if she trains me again. Be her puppy, practice the positions but most of all take her whip, accept the pain she gives me. I always find it so special and intimate when Mistress helps me to push my limits for her. I want to hear her saying “Good boi”
So let the lock close and the submission get deeper this October!