I moaned, straining with every fiber of my being against the tight leather restraints that kept me pinned down to the bed. Growling loudly against the thick cock gag that was locked into my mouth, gurgling and swallowing which made me feel the collar that was also locked in place. My naked body ached with the strain...yet it produced nothing save the push and pull of my muscles...and left me in precisely the same place when I at last collapsed back to the bed, making frustrated humping and thrusting gestures as I felt my semi erect cock flop around.

"Awwwww...are you suuuuuuure that's all you want to do?" the teasing voice of the woman who had put me into this position made it eminently clear just how thrilling she found my current nightmare scenario. She sat on the bed next to me, idly running her fingers along the inside of my thigh, occasionally reaching up to lightly and teasingly caress the underside of my cock and balls. Every time she had done so had felt like a bolt of purest needy pleasure...and she had just as quickly withdrawn the moment I began to thrust and keen into my gag.

I had never been locked up in chastity before, and Zoe, my cocktease next door neighbor, had somehow discovered that I was kinky. Had managed to finagle my interests, and my subbie nature out of me during one of our semi regular coffee chats that she insisted upon...and she in turn had insisted that this Locktober, she would provide me with keyholding duties.

If I had had any clue what she thought those included, whatever my hormones might have demanded, I would have run screaming for the hills. I was kept locked. Zoe kept both keys. I had to wear a collar in my home. I had to be naked unless she specifically authorized clothes...and I was to be kept in bondage whenever she was over. Which was...just about every day now. But that wasn't the worst!

For despite having carved out a demand that I get unlocked once a week, Zoe had found a way around that. Before my once a week unlock she would strap me down to my own bed, gag me with the thick cock gag that she teased me about constantly...and then she unlocked my cage. She would let me thrust, and squirm, and thrash wildly on the bed until I had tired myself out, all while teasing me incessantly with her devilish fingers, with her Hitachi vibrator, and with her incisive and biting verbal humiliation. And then she would lock me back up. No cumming. No release. Just re-energized frustration. Just more aching. Just more submission.

"Hmmm?" Her eyes twinkled as she smiled down at me, her hand fondling my balls and making me gurgle and whine into my gag, "Ready to go back in your cage? I promise as soon as you're caged we can snuggle and I'll give you those head scritches that you adore."

I temporized with some additional groaning and squirming, but there was only ever one ending to this nightmare. Only one path for me...forward. Forward into the cage...and back into her arms.

I whiffled into my gag, blushing as she grinned at me and winked as she picked up the cage and began to stuff my cock back inside its prison.

Despite my embarrassment and aching frustration...as nightmares went...this one was pretty fun...