"Think of me as your warden," Zoe crooned next to me, her hand teasingly stroking just above my aching, straining cock. We were lying on my bed. I was completely naked, she was dressed in yoga pants and a workout top, just about to head off to the treadmill she had lugged into my place. I was stretched out spread eagled, tightly cuffed and roped down to my bed. Her collar locked around my neck. The cock cage that had kept me in horny jail for nearly a month removed and lying next to me...though the ring remained around my cock and balls to delineate just how temporary a reprieve it was to be for me.

She brushed a hand over my cheek, pulling a little on the strap of the thick panel gag that kept two sets of her panties sealed in my mouth, and giggled, "Your cock warden. You aren't responsible enough, or self-disciplined enough, to manage things on your own. You told me you used to spend hours stroking away, reading kinky stories or watching porn...and now, now you just...don't." she giggled, her other hand tracing soft circles just above my quivering erection as I panted and strained to make her touch. Just once. I just needed one...pure...needy...touch...

I turned my head at the insistent tapping of her finger on my chin, and beheld a face filled with mischevious, aroused delight. Her control over me evidently making her just as aroused as I was at the prospect of being kept...at being genuinely out of control. Genuinely held captive. Imprisoned in her jail. Submitting to her rule over my life, over my sexual being, as her prisoner...and she as my warden.

"So I've made a decision, my sweet, darling captive boy." She grinned, leaning closer, and bringing her lips oh so close to me. Hovering before me, as though at any instant she might kiss me, and yet holding back all the same. Refraining from crossing that particular line...yet making me ache in needy desire for yet another portion of her. Now not merely her hands, but to feel her lips...

"I've decided I'm not stopping at the end of the month."

I froze.

She giggled.

"I'm not stopping because neither one of us wants me to stop. You want to be my caged, kept, treasured pet...and I want you to be mine. Body, soul, mind...and cock." she giggled again, her hand tracing down until a single finger was touching the skin just above my cock. Half an inch away.

I gurgled into my gag, my hips quivering with the need to thrust, the aching, burning desire to make her touch...but her eyes ensnared me. Captured me anew as I squirmed in my bondage as she lifted an eyebrow.

"Beg me, pet. Beg me to keep you. Beg me to own you. Beg me to make you my slave, for as long as I please...and I'll stroke your cock."

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at that sudden offer. The offer of genuine contact, of genuine sexual fulfillment after so long...I was utterly and completely torn in a matter of moments as my brain wrestled with that offer. That finger remained in place, her other hand caressing my face, murmuring teasing little reminders of her presence. Of how good it was going to feel. Of how much she adored me as her prisoner. How close she wanted to be to me. How she wanted to keep me. Train me. Make me hers in every way that mattered.

I groaned, my entire body shaking as I gave one almighty heave against my bonds...and then gave her a trembling nod as I sank back to the bed.

"Is that a yes? You want to be my slave? You want to keep being locked? Remain my darling chastity bitch for as long as I please?"

I trembled and nodded again, and Zoe let out a delighted laugh, "I knew it! I knew you wanted me to be your warden. Are you ready for your reward my horny captive?"

I squealed in plaintive need, frantically nodding.

Zoe raised her hand...and closed her fingers around my twitching shaft. I let out a gutteral groan as she stroked. Once. Twice. Thrice. And three more times besides. Every one of the half dozen strokes perfect. The right blend of firmness, speed, and sensual sensation. I was in heaven. I was on my way to pleasure. I was...I was...wait...wait...nooooooo....

I thrashed and screamed into my gag as the fingers withdrew...and then as I felt the cold metal of the cage. I shook my head and yelled my objections into the gag, but it didn't matter. Zoe was intent upon it, and my erection was no match for her firm and unyielding pressure as she stuffed me back into that cage, closing it up securely and locking it tightly into place. Leaving me heaving, horny, and angrily frustrated as I bucked against my bonds.

"Oh you silly goose, I never said I was going to let you orgasm," Zoe giggled, "No, no no, I merely wanted to show you what you will receive when you are good now. No longer will your cock warden let you marinate in frustration without any interaction. Now you get strokes. I don't know how many, in fact it will probably be different each time...but you won't cum. Not for a long, long time. Just tease. Just frustration. Just the ache of your jailed dick. Welcome to chastity, my sweet little bitch..."