When I first moved to a new city, I had plenty to keep me busy, and naturally didn't pay any attention to the strange rumors. They were more like urban legends, really.

Urban legends to the effect that there was a strange fate befalling certain single guys in the area. The single guy in question would meet a beautiful new woman, maybe in a bookstore or at a bar, he would go home with her, and then one way or another...he would end up in something called a chastity cage. Which I understood to mean- to the extent that I ever thought that much about it- that he was no longer able to masturbate without her approval.

The legend was a little unclear about whether this happened willingly or not. In some stories, it reminded me of that old saying about how prostitutes could apply a condom to a man without him even knowing. Except in these cases, the guys never even knew what hit them. One moment they were in a girl's apartment, making out and getting ready to take things a step further, and the next thing they knew, they were soft and locked away, frustrated beyond belief.

In other cases, it was said, the process was more like one of seduction. The girl would start to explain the idea to him, tell him how enjoyable it was for both parties. He would look into her eyes, and the next thing he knew...

The stories even suggested that this was not a one-time occurrence, and not just one woman, but a few. Almost like a cult. And that the guys who had been locked (did they ever get out?) were in a way a part of this cult, too- or maybe cult was too strong a word, but something between a cult and a special-interest group- having come (no pun intended) to enjoy being chaste for these women.

It was all nonsense, of course, and I didn't pay much attention to it. Although occasionally I found myself a little nervous when I would meet new women. It was only after that had happened a few times that I realized I was half-worried one of them was going to try to slip one of those chastity cages on me without my even realizing it!

Half-worried, yes, but the strangest thing started to happen. I started to have these dreams. Were they about the cult, or the women who were a part of it? I couldn't say. But once they started, I had them a few times a week, even if I couldn't very often remember what had happened in them. I remembered them more as disconnected images and words. I would wake up and find myself thinking of dark hair, a bare shoulder, a glimpse of a black stocking...and I would even find myself thinking of those cages, even if I couldn't be sure that I'd ever even seen one in real life.

It was at the point when I was beginning to have these dreams more often than not that I ran into you at a local bookstore. You were browsing in the used books section, and looked so lovely that it took my breath away. You were even dressed a little like the girl- or were they girls?- in the dreams I'd been having. Dark hair, purple silk skirt, dark stockings. Normally I would have been too nervous to say anything, and at first I didn't. But the dreams had put me in an odd state of mind, a state of mind in which it felt okay to be vulnerable in front of a woman.

Not that I thought all that out in the moment. It was mostly an unconscious process, that I only reflected upon later. In the moment, what happened was that I took a deep breath, tried to keep myself from shaking, and approached you from the side. "Hi, I'm Mike", I said. "I don't think I've ever seen you here before."

(Hi! In case it wasn't clear, there's a very real possibility that I, a submissive male, have been targeted somehow by the female chastity group, which perhaps can influence men's dreams. On the other hand, it might just be that I've been hearing so many of these stories that my imagination has run away with me. We can leave that ambiguous, or not, depending on how you want to play it.

But what's clear is that if I haven't been targeted already, I've very much made myself a target, for chastising, by approaching you in the store. Because, of course, you are a member of this group that enjoys placing men in chastity through various persuasive means- a group whose general vibe, by the way, is more playful, sensual and teasing than harsh or severe. This is a group of women who genuinely enjoy and get a kick out of locking men up for...indeterminate amounts of time, and then teasing them mercilessly.

About me: 33, brown hair, blue eyes, slim, average height.

Kinks: tease and denial, chastity (naturally), sightline control, obedience training, lingerie, being made to beg passionately for something I really really want, and having a pretty girl smile and tell me "no." :))