Good Things Come In Small Packages

Kylie and I were sat in the kitchen the next morning, drinking coffee. Kylie had arisen from bed an hour earlier than me, and she soon steered our conversation to the fun and games of last night. She seemed 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 she handed me a piece of paper and said: "Looks like you are probably right, Lover. Take a look 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. This is what causes the penis to become erect and stiff.

"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 might begin to occur." Kylie had highlighted the last sentence with a green marker pen.

"Christ," I muttered. "So it is that tube causing it to shrink!"

Kylie gave a noncommittal shrug. "Well, it certainly looks like it's the prime suspect. You have been wearing it almost constantly for a long time, hun. And the new steel tube is a bit shorter and narrower than it's supposed to be, isn't it?"

I nodded, and sat for a few moments thinking about the situation. The knowledge that my cock had actually shrunk alarmed me, as it would alarm most men. But in some weird, kinky masochistic way I found that it excited me. Even thinking about it now caused my cock to twitch in anticipation. What was happening to me?

My wife, as though divining my thoughts, gave me a bemused smile. "So are you still game to go through with it, Honey? Do you wanna keep wearing the tube and see if your cock gets any smaller?"

I swallowed involuntarily. "The thought does kinda make me hot..."

Kylie grinned. "It makes you more than 'hot', Honey, judging from your reaction last night. I haven't seen you cum so fast in years. And I haven't seen you leak pre-cum in ages, either."

I blushed. "Ok, I admit that hearing some of the things you said really turned my crank. But any man would be worried about losing length off his cock."

Kylie chuckled. "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 a mildly common humiliation fantasy, according to what I have read on the Internet. And apparently it has close links to many 'cuckold' fantasies, as well. I checked that out, too."

I gave a tentative grunt and finished my coffee. Trust Kylie to investigate my kinks in a thoroughly clinical fashion.

"How hard would it be to make a steel toy a little smaller than the one you have now?" Kylie asked, steering the conversation to a more practical level.

I puffed out my cheeks. "I would need to find a supplier that has tubing of the right type, and the right gauge and diameter. It's not as easy to find as you might think. Also, the dome end caps of the right size and gauge are hard to find as well."

"But you could do it if you have the right material?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Once I have everything, then it's just a matter of cutting the parts to suit, and then some welding, reaming and other stuff." The surreal quality of our conversation began to dawn on me. Here I was in a discussion with my wife about a plausible way to shrink my cock. Most other men would be doing the opposite. I almost felt like pinching myself.

"Well, baby?" Kylie said, "If you really wanna play this game, then it's up to you. I personally think it would be a very hot little game to play, but it's not part of my anatomy that it might affect - it's yours. So I will leave the decision up to you... little one." She finished with a giggle.

I could feel myself blushing again. "Well, like I said - no man likes to imagine himself with less than he has already got, I guess." I cleared my throat and added: "And I guess most guys worry about being able to satisfy their lady..."

Kylie smiled. "You are worried that if you do get smaller, then you won't satisfy me?"

I nodded.

"Have no fear there, Honey" Kylie stated smoothly. "Firstly, I love you very much, and to be honest that is what matters above anything else. Secondly, I know that it really turns you on, and I love having that kind of effect on you - seeing you tremble and shiver and shake, and watching your face as I tease you about it! And thirdly, I do have to tell you that I would get a huge kick out of knowing I control you so completely that you would agree to do it - that you would virtually surrender even more of the most intimate part of yourself to me. And perhaps it's very self-indulgent of me, but I would really enjoy being able to call you all those wicked, kinky little names, and there actually being some truth in them."

Kylie paused and pondered for a second. "And anyway - if it turned out that you couldn't handle it? I am sure that if you stopped wearing the tube and with some exercises that you would soon get back to your original size. I doubt very much that any change would be permanent, and these days there's a shit load of ways to increase your size, honey." She paused again and flashed her green eyes at me. "Besides - if you can't satisfy me, then I may just have to go out and find a big, sexy guy who can - like you always wanted, hmm?" She flashed me a mock lust-filled leer.

I smiled at her comically lascivious expression, but at the same time Kylie's allusion to my cuckold fantasy aroused me; a vision of Kylie panting under a well-hung lover flashed before me. My cock immediately began to harden.

I gulped again. "It would be very kinky, wouldn't it?" I stated, trying to rid myself of the vision.

"What would be kinky?" Kylie asked. "Your cock getting smaller, or me finding myself a hot new bedtime playmate?"

"Both!" I replied, trying to make it sound like a joke. My heart fluttered.

Kylie laughed, but her eyes told me that she took more note of that comment than she made out. "You're hopeless! So, are we gonna keep playing this game or not?"

I pondered the question. I had to admit that the thought of what Kylie had suggested did turn me on. I had almost masochistic visions of my wife measuring me again, and giggling as she informed me that I had lost yet more length from my cock. I made a mental note to do some checking into the psyche of masochists, and see how it applied to myself.

"If I can find tubing of the right sort, then we can play it" I said softly.

Kylie glanced at me. "Ok, Lover. As I said, I think it would be a lot of fun and very kinky! But you know that I am going to take this to the max, don't you? I am probably going to be a very evil, kinky bitch if you do lose anymore length."

I swallowed again, and my cock was again testing the steel confines of the tube. "I do know that - and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kylie grinned wickedly. "Woohoo! Good! Now, Lover? All this talk has made me kinda frisky - and so I think its time that eager little tongue of yours got reacquainted with my pussy, don't you?"

I couldn't have agreed more. Within minutes the lounge room echoed to Kylie's moans and exhortations as my lips and tongue explored her hot, juicy cleft.

*****

Using the Internet I was able to locate a supplier who specialised in tubing components for the food and medical industry. They could, so I was informed, supply curved stainless steel tubing of the right type and size, and they also had end domes as well. I placed an order for half a dozen curved tubes - three tubes at 1 1/4 inches, and three tubes at 1 1/2 inches. I was even able to order online, and the metal arrived in the post three days later. A glossy company catalogue accompanied the shipment.

Within a couple of days I had made another chastity tube - this one with a tube a quarter-inch shorter than my first version. After some hesitant thought, I decided to use a tube that had an internal diameter of 1 1/4 inches instead of the 1 1/2 inches used in the original Curve; this was slightly smaller again than my current steel tube. The stainless steel cuff ring remained the same size.

Kylie smiled and gave me a soft wolf-whistle when she saw it fitted for the first time.

"Mmm, a very snug fit, Lover." she purred as she ran her fingertips over the shiny tube. "So are we ready to play our little game now?"

I nodded, and handed her the key to the padlock. It was soon clipped onto a small snap on her necklace. I sighed enviously as I watched it disappear down into her considerable cleavage.

"Okay. Well, it's the twenty-fourth today. How about we measure you again on the last Saturday of the next month? That gives you almost five weeks inside your tight new toy. Does that sound ok?"

Again I nodded. Kylie laughed.

"Don't look so glum, Sexy!" she chided me. "After all, with this little game 'less' could very well turn out to be 'more'!"

It turned out that she was correct.