"How do I look, honey?" my wife asked me. I quickly turned my attention from the television show that I had been watching and focused my gaze on Angela as she stood framed in the lounge-room doorway. My hungry eyes slowly floated over her a couple of time...
The heavy beat of the music thumped through my chest as Christine lead me onto the dance floor. We danced to one song, which then seamlessly blended into another. Tonight Christine was dressed in a thin, apricot-colored blouse, and a short, black mini-ski...
Angela and I didn't get a chance to talk about my lascivious dream until the evening after the next. We'd had visitors the night after I'd had my dream, and we had gone to bed very late and very tired. The next evening we were gloriously alone. At around...
Mr. Roger's round face beamed at me over his desk. It was a week later, and I was again back in the consulting room; I was still amazed at how rotund his head was."Everything's coming along nicely," he announced. I wanted to contradict him and say that ev...
My somewhat cataclysmic (but not unwelcome) descent further into subspace continued unabated. The knowledge that Mandy had, at the very least, allowed another guy to kiss her and to fondle her breasts made my stomach flutter. The fact that her elder siste...
The stitches were removed from my manhood during my next consultation with Mr. Rogers, and he declared that he was quite happy with how my recovery was proceeding. There was still an angry red scar where the incision had been, but he told me that in time...
Mandy did call Christine and explained that I couldn’t make it to the nightclub next Saturday, but that I was more than fine with Mandy joining her. Naturally, this new little twist gave me plenty to think about, and on more than one occasion I would begi...
November began warming up – literally and figuratively. The Saturday of my bi-weekly release duly arrived. That morning Mandy had gone to visit Christine, and she didn’t get back until late afternoon. Saturday night slowly drifted by, and Mandy finally un...
A week later I was once again confronted with the round countenance of Mr. Rogers as I sat in the consulting room. My previously swollen and bruised member had essentially returned to its pre-accident state - if one was able to ignore the seam of sutures...
AugustMy cock length: 4 1/2 inchesLoss: 1/4 inch. The night for my August measurement duly arrived. Mandy unlocked the cage and I showered. Ten minutes later – and with my heart thumping - I once again ventured into our bedroom. Mandy was quick to get me...
Angela drove as we made our way onto the Monash freeway. At this time of day, the traffic was relatively light. It was early spring, and the sun beamed with the promise of a hot summer. The first thing I told Angela was that I was going to be fine. The re...
In order to spare you, the reader, some time in digesting my little tale, I will attempt to compress the events of the next six months. The easiest way to do this is to simply write down the major events of each month in a kind of diary style and to add a...
I have always hated hospitals. Loathed them, in fact; the clinical aromas, the sterile feel, the gloomy atmosphere, the poker-faced staff. I would have given anything to be miles away from the damned place. As of this moment, however, I had little choice...
Life, for the most part, was almost unchanged for the next five weeks. The new cage was noticeably tighter, but after a couple of days, I ceased to really notice I was wearing it at all, with the exception of being awoken by a raging nocturnal hard-on on...
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, a...
