Dearest Mistress Elswyth, I implore you, I beseech you, I am down on my knees, please Mistress, may I have an immediate authorized release from chastity in Locktober, for an orgasm? Hear my desperate cries. My desire for you has grown so strong, your voice in my ear through the day, my cock perpetually straining to reach through the internet in response to your own sultry seductress of a voice. i want you . . . to know that I have been, up to this moment, the most polite, perfectly committed and obedient boy with all my tasks. My need is so great, the throbbing constant that the merest whiff of air is like your slightest touch, and my psyche shall be shattered in a million shards, thus rendering me unable to continue my devotion to you. My plea is unorthodox, and beneath even myself to cave to my base physical demands, but for the love of all things Elyswyth, I wish to continue to serve, to learn, to worship at your divine feet, and will do so for one brief moment of respite. For this one moment of release, I shall commit myself to serve thee chastely through the entire month of November. I can't believe I just wrote that. Please Mistress, I implore you and seek mercy. your devoted worshipper.