He Is Locked – He Is Mine

Part of why I wanted Lockit on the cross that night is because I wanted to punish him.  Last week I asked when the JB was expected to be returned and he told me that he was only posting it that day.

Let’s just say that he was extremely lucky that I was 500 miles away as I went for full scale polite pout – or in normal terms, lost the rag.  I was furious that I had thought he had send the JB away for adjustment weeks ago and he was only just sending it now.

We have learned in the past that you cannot message without thinking as nuances are lost in words on a page which would be seen in face to face interaction.  Suffice to say I was not a happy bunny.

As you know, Lockit visited this weekend and things went rather well.  From the night at club where I introduced his body to what it had been missing for some time, to the day of snuggles and silliness which made it all so much fun.

This morning I drove him to the train station at silly o’clock in the morning and saw him off from the platform.  Off to work and text every so often to see where he is and that the journey was going smoothly.

When I got home from work, he had only just got to his house a few minutes before more.  I knew he had to go out, so no surprise at the text, “made it home, on my way out, mj has mail”.  Mail?  From Lockit, that is unusual, so I went to my inbox and lo and behold, there was an email from Lockit.

I sat back, lit a cigarette and poured myself a drink, ready to read what a fabulous time he had had being with me over the last few days.  Instead, I got a verification picture.  Mature Metal had returned the JB already and as soon as he had opened the package he was locked.  That is what you want from a good sub, they know you are peeved so they do what you want as soon as they can.

I can’t tell you how pleased I was to get that photo, I had a smile that would rival the Cheshire cat.

Isn’t it amazing how the simple things can make all the difference?

He is locked, he is mine – nuff said