Misplaced

You inspect yourself, getting harder by the moment, or at least trying to. You love how it feels and looks, your dick straining against the metal bars, trying to escape so it can complete it's erection. The steel holds it back, easily defeated by inanimate metal. Your dick drips precum through the hole on the front, almost like it's crying, begging to be let out.

You enjoy this moment, being so incredibly turned on from not being able to get hard. At this point you just want to masturbate. You reach for the key, but your hand finds nothing. You swear you put the key right there. Maybe it fell off and you just didn't notice. You get up to search all around your bed, using your phone's flashlight to help you locate the only thing that can let you masturbate tonight. It actually turns you on a little bit, knowing you can't get out. But you really want to jack off, so you keep searching.

And searching. And searching. You look under your bed, behind your desk, even across the room. You just can't find this key. You know you put it right there. The furthest it could go would be 2 feet falling off your bedside table. You're so frustrated, mentally because you now realize you'll have to wear this cage until you find the key, and sexually for the same reason. It's actually getting late which means you need to go to bed because you have work tomorrow. You can't imagine it will be comfortable wearing this cage to bed, but you don't really have a choice. You can look tomorrow when you wake up so you can unlock yourself before you go to work.