There is a constant ache from the tightness of the smaller cage and it is downright painful when I am aroused, which is a lot. Many times during the day I feel myself trying to get hard and the pain would start from the cage's tightness and I would get even more turned on and begin to throb into the cage. It was a vicious cycle that I hate and love at the same time.
Almost immediately after being put into the smaller cage I begged and pleaded to be let out. Finally after a week of my begging my wife agreed. She agreed to let me out only when I had given her 100 orgasms with my tongue and mouth. She made up a chart and put it on our refrigerator to keep track of how many orgasms she has had. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I cheated and marked the chart without her explicit permission she would start the count over. I wanted toto 100 as fast as I could of course and I was constantly asking her to eat her pussy. She finally got tired of that and told me that from that time forward I was not to ask to service her. She would tell me when she wanted my mouth and if I did ask she would reset the counter.
The counter was reset twice before I learned my lesson.
My wife had me eating her out a lot. Multiple times a day was not uncommon. Sometimes she would go a few days without asking me to service her and I would get quite anxious, but I had so many check marks on the chart I had to control myself and keep quiet.
I ate her out all over the house. In the bedroom of course, first thing in the morning or just before we went to sleep. While she was on the couch watching TV and a few times when she was on the phone talking to one of her friends. Which was so erotic to do. One time she was talking to her best friend and the subject turned to sex. I only heard her half of the conversation but I was feeling very proud of myself when she told her friend how good I was with my mouth. She was stroking my head as she was telling her friend about my oral skills.
But my favorite was in the kitchen. She would put one foot up on a kitchen chair and have me get on my knees before her. Looking up I could see her pussy lips slightly parted. She had a beautiful pussy and when she had her leg up on the chair her pussy opened up with her pussy lips like petals of a flower. I love to kiss her soft inner thighs working my way to her pussy. Gently kissing it and then kissing her other inner thigh. Slowing working my way back to her beautiful cunt. Running my tongue over her pussy lips, savoring her taste and scent. Teasing her clit with tongue flicks. After so much practice I was an expert at what when wanted. That my cock was throbbing and painful in its cage didn't matter. I only wanted to give her an orgasm with my mouth. Not because of getting a mark on the chart, okay that was in the back of my mind, but because I loved it when she came on my face. I worked my tongue into her as deeply as I could, sucking her clit, my hands grabbing her ass, and devoured her. When she was close to orgasm she would grab my head and push her pussy into my face rubbing her juices all over me. It drove me crazy and I knew she was close and focused on her clit, which was swollen by now. Licking it, sucking on it and nibbling it would drive her over the edge and she would grind her pussy on my mouth as she came.
It took 87 days for the chart to have 100 orgasms logged and technically it was more then that since the count was reset 2 times. Number 100 happened on a Wednesday in the kitchen. We both knew that this would be number 100 and she really had me work for it by holding her orgasm back for as long as she could. She would grab a fistful of my hair and pull me away from her drenched pussy telling me to slow down and make it last. My cock was throbbing into the tight tight cage and my knees were sore from being on the hard kitchen floor for so long, but I did not care. I worshipped her pussy with all of the skill I had finally driving her over the edge into orgasm.
Once she recovered she told me that she would let me out Saturday night. Fuck, 3 more days!
It was a long 3 days. Visions of having sex with my wife filled my head and I was constantly trying to get hard. The ache of wearing the smaller cage had faded some over the past 3 months, but it was still painful when I tried to get an erection. I was a little worried about the ache going away and wondering if my dick was actually going to be smaller when finally let out. But that was a worry for another day as I was completely focused on being let out of my cock cage and feeling my wife's sweet pussy around my cock.
Saturday was here. Finally. I had not eaten my wife's pussy since Wednesday as she said that she wanted to save everything for Saturday. I was feeling good. There was a spring in my step. I was keeping busy by getting stuff done around the house and Saturday afternoon I was finishing up with yard work when the wife told me to be in the bedroom in 10 minutes. My cock instantly tried to get hard and this time the pain from the cock cage was sweet as I knew that it was about to come off. I hurriedly put away all of the yard tools and headed inside.
As I entered our bedroom I pulled up short. A knot formed in my stomach. The 'chair' was set at the foot of the bed. The laptop was sitting on the bed playing porn and my wife was sitting next to the laptop. The 'chair' was a stout wooden chair built mission style with heavy arms and legs and a straight slatted back which she used to tie me to when she took off my cage. I was either masturbated to orgasm or edged when tied to it.
"Bu... bu... but I thought we were going to have sex," I said to her.
She laughs, "I never said that, and if you want out of the cage you will strip and get into the chair right now."
My head was reeling, what the fuck do I do? Do I argue with her? I could feel my face flushing and I felt like screaming at her that this was not fair.
My wife just sat there with a little smile on her face and I am sure she saw my confusion and anger.
"If you want out of that cage you will be sitting naked in the chair in 30 seconds or it will be 3 more months in the cage," she said to me.
My head was spinning. I thought for sure I was going to have sex with my wife. My visions of her naked waiting for me on the bed faded. This was a gut punch. I started to strip as I knew I could not go another 3 months locked up.
I had modified the chair at my wife's request. At first she tied me to the arms and legs of the chair using soft rope. But that was not ideal for her and I had mounted ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs to the legs and arms. Both were bolted to the chair with a short link allowing very little movement. There were also forearm straps so my arms were held flat against the chair arms. I could not pull my elbows up off of the chair arm. There were straps that wrapped around my legs at the knees and threaded through an eyebolt I mounted on the outside of the seat. This prevented me from closing my legs. Lastly there was a wide leather strap that went around my chest through the slats on the chair back to be secured at the back of the chair. Once secured to the chair I could not move very much.
My wife unlocked the chastity cage and pulled it off. I was free. Even though I was deeply disappointed and still mad about not having sex with my wife, my cock was instantly hard. An erection never felt so good. Freedom. My cock was throbbing and felt huge and like it might burst open. My hardon was rock hard. The words 'Diamond Hard' come to mind. I looked down at my cock and could tell that it WAS smaller then before. Visibly smaller. I looked up at my wife who was smiling down at me.
"Let's see how big it is," she said and reached behind the laptop for a ruler.
She showed me a small blue ruler, "I know it is only 6 inches long" she said, "but it will be plenty big for measuring your twig."
She got the ruler in position, adjusted it a few times and announced, "Looks like a touch over 3 inches."
3 inches! 3 inches!
My cock was 4 inches before. I have lost a full inch. My cock throbbed, I moaned, my wife grabbed me by the chin and raised up my head to look me in the eyes, "Only 2 inches to go until it is a nub," she said to me.