The same, more, or less

“You’ve been so good all locktober, I couldn’t have ever asked for a better sissy, boyfriend, or cuck.” She praises you in the morning as she gives you your daily bound bath. She gently soaps your extremely sensitive cock, the only type of touch it’s received all month. “Mmm I think we may need to shrink a size if we continue, your cute little cock is withering in its cage. Speaking of that, tonight is the Halloween party at the house, and your last fay of locktober. So as a reward for you doing so well, I have an offer on your potential rewards.”

You moan, enjoying her touch on your sensitive body. After a month of denial every touch is bliss. You try to listen to her even though you’re in a sub space.

“First, we can continue this dynamic. You’ll stay locked up as my sissy, getting constantly cucked and only receiving pleasure from me outside the humiliation my owners like to give.” This seems great to you. It’s what you’ve become accustomed to and love.

“The second option is I free you, you go back to being my boyfriend, and while we are poly you aren’t in a power dynamic with me anymore.” This is what a normal person would likely want, though after a month of this you clearly aren’t normal.

“Finally, you can join me at the house. I will give them ownership of your cock and ass, and you’ll be molded by them however you want. My owners will be yours, and we will be together in our submission.” She says this as she is bald, tattooed, and pierced with pig hooks. You know if you chose this you’d have a similar fate.

“Depending on your answer, I have the perfect costume picked out for you for tonight’s party.”