Good things come in small packages – Chapter 3

Mandy and I were sat in the kitchen the next morning, drinking coffee. I had already showered and refitted the steel chastity cage (getting my wife to re-lock the device with the key dangling from her necklace). Mandy had arisen an hour earlier than me, and she soon steered our conversation to the fun and games of last night, obviously keen to explore my thoughts regarding her lascivious proposition to deliberately try shrinking my penis. She had apparently done a little research on the Internet whilst I was still slumbering, because as I sipped my coffee she handed me a printed sheet of paper and said: “Looks like you’re probably right, babe. Take a peek at what I found on the ‘net.”I read:“A man’s penis can depend heavily upon regular erections in order to retain its mass. The penis contains two cylindrical, sponge-like structures that run parallel to the urethra. These structures, which run along the length of the penis, become engorged with blood in response to nerve impulses. The blood flow to the cylinders increases by about seven times the normal amount, and this is what causes the penis to become erect. “Several things can interfere with the proper functioning of these sponge-like structures – including the taking of certain drugs, certain medical conditions and procedures, unusual pressure on the perineum, or extended periods when the penis is constricted or compressed. If a man is unable to achieve a normal full erection (including nocturnal erections) for a prolonged duration, then there is evidence to suggest a loss of both penile length and girth could result.” Mandy had highlighted the last sentence with a green marker pen.“Christ,” I muttered sourly. “So it is that chastity cage almanbahis şikayet causing it to shrink!”Mandy gave a non-committal shrug. “Well, it certainly looks like the prime suspect, yes. You’ve been wearing it almost constantly for a long time, babe. And the new steel cage is way shorter and narrower than the plastic tube used to be.”I nodded, and sat for a few moments thinking about the situation. The knowledge that my penis had actually shrunk alarmed me, as it would alarm most men. But in some weird, kinky masochistic way I again found that this apparent fact excited me – especially since Mandy was perversely using it as a way to tease and titillate me. Even thinking about it now caused my cock to twitch in salacious anticipation. What the hell was happening to me?My wife, as though divining my thoughts, gave me a bemused smile. “So – would you like to carry on, babe? Do you wanna keep wearing the cage – and see if your cock gets any smaller?”I swallowed involuntarily. “The thought does make me kinda hot…”Mandy grinned. “It makes you more than kinda hot, honey, judging from your reaction last night. I haven’t seen you cum so fast in a long time, nor seen you leak pre-cum in ages, either.”I blushed. “Ok, I admit that hearing some of the things you said really pushed my buttons. But any man would be worried about losing length off his cock.”Mandy grinned. “No doubt – but you aren’t the only guy to have strong fantasies about having a small dick, or get excited by having his wife or girlfriend tease him about it. It’s called SPH – Small Penis Humiliation. It’s a fairly common humiliation fantasy amongst submissive men, according to what I’ve read on the Internet. I checked that almanbahis canlı casino out, too.”I uttered a grunt and finished my coffee. Trust Mandy to investigate my deviant kinks in a thoroughly clinical fashion.“I took a look on Ebay again this morning too,” she continued craftily. “There really are similar cages even shorter and smaller than the one you have now.”I puffed out my cheeks. “Yeah, I saw them myself when I bought the last one.” My penis gave a sudden poignant throb, as if it was once again perversely titillated by the notion of losing more of its own mass.“Well, baby?” Mandy said, “If you really wanna play this kinky game, then it’s up to you. I personally think it’d be a very hot little game to play. And to be perfectly honest, the idea of using that method to emasculate you appeals to my kinky dominant side. Don’t ask me why, but it does.”I stared at her. “Jesus, really?”“Mhmm,” my wife replied, sipping her coffee. “Like I said – I have no idea why, but I’d get a huge kick out of it.” She uttered a tinkling laugh. “Psychologists would have a ball with that one! But I guess it’s a control thing – and you know how much I enjoy being in control. But it’s not part of my anatomy that it affects – it’s yours. So I’ll leave the decision up to you… little one.” She finished with a smile.I could feel myself blushing again. “Well, like I said – no man likes to imagine himself with less than he’s already got, I guess.” I cleared my throat and added: “And I figure most guys worry about being able to satisfy their lady…”Mandy smiled. “You’re worried that if you do get smaller, then you won’t satisfy me?”I nodded.Mandy tilted her head and pondered for a few seconds. “Well firstly, almanbahis casino these days you actually get me off pretty much exclusively by using your tongue, babe. That’s why I’m so fond of you going down on me. Clitoral orgasms are more satisfying for me, but they’re really hard for me to achieve with just intercourse, and it takes a lot to make me have a vaginal orgasm. You already know this.”I grunted assent. Making Mandy climax during actual intercourse was a Herculean task; she needed to be penetrated very hard and fast to get the stimulation she required to reach orgasm; I was sure that when I made such attempts, my arse was just a blur as I pounded into her like a jackhammer. The catch with such frenzied fucking, of course, was that I almost always helplessly reached my own climax well in advance of hers – which made it a self-defeating exercise. It was the primary reason that these days I orally satisfied Mandy either before or after we had intercourse.“Don’t get me wrong,” my wife continued, “I do enjoy feeling you inside me. But my point is that penetrative sex isn’t necessary in order to satisfy me. And if you research this topic online, you’ll most likely be surprised at the number of women who rarely or never orgasm by intercourse alone. In the past, I’ve even had friends tell me the same thing. So this being the case, my satisfaction isn’t really linked to the size of your cock, babe. It’s actually more of a perception issue for you than it is for me – you know?”I nodded again. “Yeah, I do understand that. It’s just a male thing, I guess.”“Right,” Mandy said. “So, we can take the issue of you satisfying me with just your cock out of the equation, regardless of how big it is. Like I just told you – I do like feeling you inside me, but you actually satisfy me far better with that sweet talented tongue of yours.” Mandy grinned at me. “And that being the case, the size of your cock kinda becomes irrelevant – to me, at least.”