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 a few occasions. As usual, a quick trip to the bathroom fixed this problem.
I still wore the cage six days a week, with Mandy releasing me on Saturday nights for our usual evening of sexual frolics. Mandy still got her juicy pussy serviced by my eager tongue whenever she felt inclined during the week, and she still loved teasing and taunting me – except now she had some real ammunition to fire; to hear her call me ‘little one’ or ‘pin-dick’ really had some sting in its tail now.
The last Saturday of April arrived – measuring day. We spent the evening with Mandy’s sister, Christine, and her boyfriend Paul at their apartment. Upon our arrival home, Mandy unlocked my cock cage and sent me in for a shower. As I dried myself, I found I was tingling with a sense of breathless anticipation; had I lost yet more length from my cock? I made my way to our bedroom to find Mandy already lying naked on our bed. By her bedside table rested the wooden ruler. Mandy smiled at me and requested that I lay down on the bed.
“Ready, babe? We'll see if it’s really is that wicked cage that’s shrinking your little pecker.”
My eyelids fluttered shut, and I uttered a soft moan of pleasure as Mandy’s warm fingers curled around my already semi-hard shaft. Within moments it was further rising to her ministrations.
“Up he comes,” Mandy whispered. I leaned my head back as her touch sent tendrils of pleasure rippling through me. I was totally hard within moments, and I discovered I was trembling slightly. Mandy noticed this and giggled softly.
“A little excited baby?” she asked playfully. “Well - time to measure you, honey!”
Her warm hand released my hard shaft, and I felt her slide the cool ruler along the upper side of my cock. For what seemed like an eternity she was silent. Then she let out a soft chuckle.
“Umm, honey?” she began, “You're now the proud owner of a cock that measures exactly… five and a three-eighth-inches.”
She giggled as my eyes sprang open, and I felt my pulse skyrocket. I could feel a trickle of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock.
“Oh my God!” I breathed. “It's definitely shorter?”
“That it certainly is, babe; you've lost almost another half-inch inch in five weeks. Or, in other words, you've now lost over an inch since last August. Take a look.”
I glanced down. Sure enough, the tip of my penis just reached the five and three-eighth inch mark on the ruler! It even looked shorter and narrower to my inflamed gaze. An almost palpable wave of dark eroticism streaked through me as subspace began to embrace me in its arcane tendrils. I couldn’t speak. Mandy smiled softly as she noted my reaction.
“And now honey?” she purred, “It’s time for your reward for being such a good little boy...”
She tossed the ruler to the floor, slid down on the bed, and parted her smooth, shapely legs invitingly. Her eyes met mine.
“Fuck me,” she said, “Fuck me with that hard little cock… that hard, shrinking little cock…”
My legs felt like jelly and my stomach did flip-flops as I shakily hastened to mount her. Mandy reached down and quickly guided me to the entrance of her slit. I arched my hips, driving my hardness between her labia. Her pussy encased me like molten honey as my cock slid fully inside her. I moaned loudly as her legs locked over my hips.
She looked up at me, and gave me a teasing smile. “I hope you make the most of it, babe. Next month that little pecker of yours will probably be even tinier…” She giggled softly.
I gasped, and subspace increased its almost narcotic grip me. I found myself uttering: “You want me to keep wearing the tube? To get even smaller?”
“Yes – I do!” Mandy replied huskily. “Now – are you going to fuck me with that little dick, or do I have to find a real man to fuck me instead?”