Ch. 04: Made to measure
Life for the most part was almost unchanged for the next five weeks. The new tube was noticeably tighter, but after a couple of weeks 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 tube 6 days a week, with Kylie releasing me on Saturday night for our usual roll in the hay. Kylie 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 it its tail now.
The only part that did change was that Kylie had introduced two new rules into our chastity play. She had obviously been giving a lot of thought to this new development in our little game, and though the two new rules that she wanted me to follow were relatively minor, they had major implications.
The first new rule was that I had to put the tube back on right after we had intercourse on Saturday night, whereas before I had not needed to put it back on until Sunday morning when I showered. So in essence I wore the tube practically seven days a week, with perhaps only two or three hours freedom at the most on Saturday nights.
The second rule was more complex, and had larger implications. Kylie was of the opinion that if I was unable to see or touch my cock until she next measured me, then it would maximize my excitement and anticipation. I pointed out to her that the only time I saw or touched it now was when I removed the tube every two or three days so I could properly clean myself in the shower, or when we made love on Saturday nights.
Kylie had a snappy solution for both situations: She proposed that henceforth she would remove the tube every three days after I had showered, and clean me herself. While she was doing this, I was to be blindfolded so that I couldn't see my genitals. She smilingly added that she might eliminate all temptation for me to remove the blindfold by cuffing my wrists behind my back as she sponged and washed my cock and balls.
On Saturday nights the solution was similar; just prior to our sexual interlude, I would shower and then she would again unlock me and clean me whilst I was blindfolded, and then she would help me into a pair of briefs. We would then go and make love in our bedroom, but she would turn off all lighting so that the room was pitch black - meaning that I couldn't see my cock. Kylie added that she would ensure that my hands didn't stray down to my crotch so that I could feel myself. After our sexual romp was over, the process would be reversed; I would redress in my briefs, and Kylie would lead me back to the bathroom, blindfold me, remove my briefs, clean me once more, and refit the chastity tube.
I wryly remarked that she really had been thinking about this. She laughed and pleaded guilty. "Still," she added. "Don't you think that would really wind you up, Lover? Not being able to see or feel yourself for a whole month?"
I had to agree with her - it would wind me up, and add to the anticipation greatly.
In practice, Kylie's new rules achieved their purpose; for the next five weeks Kylie did as she said, unlocking and cleaning me herself - both after I showered, and before we had intercourse - and I didn't see my cock at all. This was a weird turn on in itself.
The last Saturday of April 2005 arrived. We spent the evening with Kylie's sister, Michelle, and her boyfriend Paul at their apartment. Upon our arrival home, I immediately showered, and Kylie then came into the bathroom, blindfolded me, and unlocked the tube and sponged my cock and balls clean. Naturally I became aroused as Kylie applied the warm, wet sponge to my cock and balls, and I could feel myself becoming hard. Kylie chuckled softly, and reminded me not to remove the blindfold. She then dried me and helped me into a pair of briefs.
I found I was tingling with a sense of breathless anticipation as Kylie led me to the bedroom. By her bedside table rested the wooden ruler. Kylie smiled at me and requested that I lay down on the bed.
"Ready, Lover? We will see if it's really is the toy that's shrinking that little cock of yours. Close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them."
My eyelids fluttered shut, and I felt Kylie tugging my briefs down. I uttered a soft moan of pleasure as Kylie's warm fingers curled around my already semi-hard shaft. Within moments it was further rising to her ministrations.
"Up he comes..." Kylie whispered. I leaned my head back as her touch sent tendrils of pleasure rippling through me. I was totally hard within 30 seconds, and I discovered I was trembling slightly. Kylie noticed this and giggled softly.
"A little excited, huh Lover?" 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 are the proud owner of a cock that now measures exactly... five and a half inches...Open your eyes, and take a look for yourself."
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, "So I am shorter than last time you measured me?"
"That you certainly are, Lover! You have lost another quarter inch in five weeks. Or, in other words, you have now lost over an inch since last August. Take a look."
I glanced down. Sure enough, the tip of my cock just reached the five and a half-inch mark on the ruler! It even looked shorter and narrower to my inflamed gaze. An almost palpable wave of perverse pleasure, eroticism and dread streaked through me! I couldn't speak. Kylie smiled softly as she noted my reaction.
"And now Lover?" she began, "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 little cock... that shrinking little excuse for a cock..."
My legs felt like jelly and my stomach did flip-flops as I hastened to mount her. She quickly guided me to the entrance of her delicious slit. Her pussy encased me like molten honey as my cock slid inside. I moaned loudly as her legs locked over my hips.
She looked up at me, and gave me a soft smile. "I hope you make the most of it, Lover. Next month that little pecker of yours will probably be even tinier..." She giggled softly.
I gasped. "You want me to keep wearing the tube? To get even shorter?"
"Yes - I do!" Kylie replied huskily. "Now - are you going to fuck me with that shriveling little dick, or do I have to find a REAL man to do it for you?"
"Oh my God!" I blurted. My cock throbbed delightedly inside her, almost as if it relished Kylie's lurid taunting.
Kylie ran her nails lightly over my back. "You know what, Lover?" she cooed, "I can actually feel the difference now. Not only are you shorter, but your aren't as thick, either... Does that excite you, Needle-dick?"
"Yes! Jesus, yes!" I croaked.
"I bet I don't feel as tight as usual, do I?"
"No! You don't feel tight! Oh, fuck! You aren't as tight!"
Kylie giggled wickedly. "Well, that's not my fault - it's yours. Your little cock is smaller than ever, so of course I'm not gonna be tight for you anymore! And with each month that passes, I am gonna be less and less tight as that puny little dick of your shrinks more and more. But that's okay, isn't it?"
"Yes!" I howled. I felt another almost sympathetic wave of masochistic excitement ripple through me. "I want my cock to get smaller and smaller!" I could scarcely believe my own words!
"Do you now?" Kylie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I will make sure it does get smaller and smaller, Bug-fucker! I might even keep you wearing that fucking toy for so long that I can't feel you inside me at all! How would that be? If your cock gets so tiny that you cant even fuck me properly anymore?"
"Jesus, do it! DO IT!" My voice was almost a thin wail of desperation.
Kylie looked up into my face, and grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I will do it, Needle-dick! And once that happens? If that tiny, pathetic little excuse for a cock of yours gets too small? I will bring another one of your fantasies to life - I will find myself a lover, and let him fuck me! I will even let him fuck me in front of you so that you can see how a REAL man with a REAL cock fucks a woman! You won't just be a bug-fucker - you will also be a cuckolded bug-fucker! But I suppose that's okay too, isn't it?"
In reply? My semen exploded inside her warm, moist pussy as her last wicked giggle rang in my ears.
*****
Later, as I lay panting in afterglow alongside her with my head resting on her chest, Kylie kissed my forehead.
"Was that hot for you, baby?" she asked gently.
"Yes," I replied. "It was mind-blowing."
"Tell me how it made you feel." Kylie urged softly.
I slowly began to describe the thrilling feeling of 'sub-space' that overcame me when she teased and taunted me about losing length. I told her how I was relishing the sexual power she had over me, and how I felt more and more like serving and pleasing her. I spoke for maybe twenty minutes, and Kylie listened attentively to every word. After I had finished, she kissed my forehead again, and ran her fingers softly through my hair.
"So you are still really enjoying this?" she finally asked.
"Yes," I replied, "I am - very much. Do you want me to make another toy a bit smaller, Hun?"
I saw Kylie smile. "Yes - make another smaller toy. You know, don't you, that if you make a smaller toy, it's probably going to mean that your cock will be shorter next month?
I trembled softly. "Yes - I know that, baby."
Kylie chuckled briefly. "This is really exciting you, isn't it?"
"Uh, huh" I replied in the affirmative. "Is it making you hot, too?"
Kylie sighed languidly, and her ample breasts swelled under my face.
"Yes, it is." she said. "Part of it is seeing how turned on it makes you, and how I can make you shake. Another part of me loves how you are letting this happen - that you are letting me do this to you. It might be a control thing - but it is turning me on knowing that I have that kind of power over your cock. And I have to admit that there's a dark, kinky part of me that loves humiliating you. So you aren't the only one with a wicked little fetish, Lover."
"I love you." I said.
"And I love you, my little man."
The only part that did change was that Kylie had introduced two new rules into our chastity play. She had obviously been giving a lot of thought to this new development in our little game, and though the two new rules that she wanted me to follow were relatively minor, they had major implications.
The first new rule was that I had to put the tube back on right after we had intercourse on Saturday night, whereas before I had not needed to put it back on until Sunday morning when I showered. So in essence I wore the tube practically seven days a week, with perhaps only two or three hours freedom at the most on Saturday nights.
The second rule was more complex, and had larger implications. Kylie was of the opinion that if I was unable to see or touch my cock until she next measured me, then it would maximize my excitement and anticipation. I pointed out to her that the only time I saw or touched it now was when I removed the tube every two or three days so I could properly clean myself in the shower, or when we made love on Saturday nights.
Kylie had a snappy solution for both situations: She proposed that henceforth she would remove the tube every three days after I had showered, and clean me herself. While she was doing this, I was to be blindfolded so that I couldn't see my genitals. She smilingly added that she might eliminate all temptation for me to remove the blindfold by cuffing my wrists behind my back as she sponged and washed my cock and balls.
On Saturday nights the solution was similar; just prior to our sexual interlude, I would shower and then she would again unlock me and clean me whilst I was blindfolded, and then she would help me into a pair of briefs. We would then go and make love in our bedroom, but she would turn off all lighting so that the room was pitch black - meaning that I couldn't see my cock. Kylie added that she would ensure that my hands didn't stray down to my crotch so that I could feel myself. After our sexual romp was over, the process would be reversed; I would redress in my briefs, and Kylie would lead me back to the bathroom, blindfold me, remove my briefs, clean me once more, and refit the chastity tube.
I wryly remarked that she really had been thinking about this. She laughed and pleaded guilty. "Still," she added. "Don't you think that would really wind you up, Lover? Not being able to see or feel yourself for a whole month?"
I had to agree with her - it would wind me up, and add to the anticipation greatly.
In practice, Kylie's new rules achieved their purpose; for the next five weeks Kylie did as she said, unlocking and cleaning me herself - both after I showered, and before we had intercourse - and I didn't see my cock at all. This was a weird turn on in itself.
The last Saturday of April 2005 arrived. We spent the evening with Kylie's sister, Michelle, and her boyfriend Paul at their apartment. Upon our arrival home, I immediately showered, and Kylie then came into the bathroom, blindfolded me, and unlocked the tube and sponged my cock and balls clean. Naturally I became aroused as Kylie applied the warm, wet sponge to my cock and balls, and I could feel myself becoming hard. Kylie chuckled softly, and reminded me not to remove the blindfold. She then dried me and helped me into a pair of briefs.
I found I was tingling with a sense of breathless anticipation as Kylie led me to the bedroom. By her bedside table rested the wooden ruler. Kylie smiled at me and requested that I lay down on the bed.
"Ready, Lover? We will see if it's really is the toy that's shrinking that little cock of yours. Close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them."
My eyelids fluttered shut, and I felt Kylie tugging my briefs down. I uttered a soft moan of pleasure as Kylie's warm fingers curled around my already semi-hard shaft. Within moments it was further rising to her ministrations.
"Up he comes..." Kylie whispered. I leaned my head back as her touch sent tendrils of pleasure rippling through me. I was totally hard within 30 seconds, and I discovered I was trembling slightly. Kylie noticed this and giggled softly.
"A little excited, huh Lover?" 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 are the proud owner of a cock that now measures exactly... five and a half inches...Open your eyes, and take a look for yourself."
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, "So I am shorter than last time you measured me?"
"That you certainly are, Lover! You have lost another quarter inch in five weeks. Or, in other words, you have now lost over an inch since last August. Take a look."
I glanced down. Sure enough, the tip of my cock just reached the five and a half-inch mark on the ruler! It even looked shorter and narrower to my inflamed gaze. An almost palpable wave of perverse pleasure, eroticism and dread streaked through me! I couldn't speak. Kylie smiled softly as she noted my reaction.
"And now Lover?" she began, "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 little cock... that shrinking little excuse for a cock..."
My legs felt like jelly and my stomach did flip-flops as I hastened to mount her. She quickly guided me to the entrance of her delicious slit. Her pussy encased me like molten honey as my cock slid inside. I moaned loudly as her legs locked over my hips.
She looked up at me, and gave me a soft smile. "I hope you make the most of it, Lover. Next month that little pecker of yours will probably be even tinier..." She giggled softly.
I gasped. "You want me to keep wearing the tube? To get even shorter?"
"Yes - I do!" Kylie replied huskily. "Now - are you going to fuck me with that shriveling little dick, or do I have to find a REAL man to do it for you?"
"Oh my God!" I blurted. My cock throbbed delightedly inside her, almost as if it relished Kylie's lurid taunting.
Kylie ran her nails lightly over my back. "You know what, Lover?" she cooed, "I can actually feel the difference now. Not only are you shorter, but your aren't as thick, either... Does that excite you, Needle-dick?"
"Yes! Jesus, yes!" I croaked.
"I bet I don't feel as tight as usual, do I?"
"No! You don't feel tight! Oh, fuck! You aren't as tight!"
Kylie giggled wickedly. "Well, that's not my fault - it's yours. Your little cock is smaller than ever, so of course I'm not gonna be tight for you anymore! And with each month that passes, I am gonna be less and less tight as that puny little dick of your shrinks more and more. But that's okay, isn't it?"
"Yes!" I howled. I felt another almost sympathetic wave of masochistic excitement ripple through me. "I want my cock to get smaller and smaller!" I could scarcely believe my own words!
"Do you now?" Kylie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I will make sure it does get smaller and smaller, Bug-fucker! I might even keep you wearing that fucking toy for so long that I can't feel you inside me at all! How would that be? If your cock gets so tiny that you cant even fuck me properly anymore?"
"Jesus, do it! DO IT!" My voice was almost a thin wail of desperation.
Kylie looked up into my face, and grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I will do it, Needle-dick! And once that happens? If that tiny, pathetic little excuse for a cock of yours gets too small? I will bring another one of your fantasies to life - I will find myself a lover, and let him fuck me! I will even let him fuck me in front of you so that you can see how a REAL man with a REAL cock fucks a woman! You won't just be a bug-fucker - you will also be a cuckolded bug-fucker! But I suppose that's okay too, isn't it?"
In reply? My semen exploded inside her warm, moist pussy as her last wicked giggle rang in my ears.
*****
Later, as I lay panting in afterglow alongside her with my head resting on her chest, Kylie kissed my forehead.
"Was that hot for you, baby?" she asked gently.
"Yes," I replied. "It was mind-blowing."
"Tell me how it made you feel." Kylie urged softly.
I slowly began to describe the thrilling feeling of 'sub-space' that overcame me when she teased and taunted me about losing length. I told her how I was relishing the sexual power she had over me, and how I felt more and more like serving and pleasing her. I spoke for maybe twenty minutes, and Kylie listened attentively to every word. After I had finished, she kissed my forehead again, and ran her fingers softly through my hair.
"So you are still really enjoying this?" she finally asked.
"Yes," I replied, "I am - very much. Do you want me to make another toy a bit smaller, Hun?"
I saw Kylie smile. "Yes - make another smaller toy. You know, don't you, that if you make a smaller toy, it's probably going to mean that your cock will be shorter next month?
I trembled softly. "Yes - I know that, baby."
Kylie chuckled briefly. "This is really exciting you, isn't it?"
"Uh, huh" I replied in the affirmative. "Is it making you hot, too?"
Kylie sighed languidly, and her ample breasts swelled under my face.
"Yes, it is." she said. "Part of it is seeing how turned on it makes you, and how I can make you shake. Another part of me loves how you are letting this happen - that you are letting me do this to you. It might be a control thing - but it is turning me on knowing that I have that kind of power over your cock. And I have to admit that there's a dark, kinky part of me that loves humiliating you. So you aren't the only one with a wicked little fetish, Lover."
"I love you." I said.
"And I love you, my little man."
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