I was aware the base ring was a tad tight and pinchy. If there is such a word as pinchy, that's what I felt . I reached down and pulled the base ring a bit towards my belly button. Ah better, my cock felt a bit of relief. But then my balls felt the ring's tight grip on them. I experimented with moving the base ring. There was no comfortable position, and we had yet to apply the cage proper.
My cock kept pointing out and throbbing with only the base ring attached. Why wouldn't it go down? It's hard to focus on automotive facts, when my wife is happy as a child on Halloween who is walking up to the first house, eager to fill her basket with candy. She's enjoying this so much, she looks a little flush, and her nipples are sticking out, they look as hard as last year's candy corn.
I try to remember the number of the air filter or the size of the spark plug gap. With my hottie wife sitting naked and cross legged on the bed, my brain struggles, air filter number?, air filter number? I got it, air filter number 36 DD. No, no, no, 36 DD are those impressive tits. It's pinching a lot now, I force a smile, and say in as calm a voice as I can, "Angel, he doesn't want to go down. And it's hurting. Let's just get this off him. Maybe a cock cage isn't for him."
Like a patient teacher with a discouraged math student struggling with long division, she states, "Don't give up. You'll figure it out." And then I saw a thought light up in her eyes. "Let's cool him down, like cold, cold." She hopped off the bed and ran off towards the kitchen. As she bounced out of the room, I admired how her ,naked butt jiggled as she walked.
While she was gone, I tried pushing the base ring a bunch of ways. It still squeezed like a plumber's wrench on a pipe. Which would be fine if my penis, like pipes, was made of a metal like copper. This cage was reminding me that penises are made of tender flesh.
She returned with a bag of frozen Peas and Carrots. The bag had a layer of white frost on it. I gasped as she pressed them against the underside of my cock, pressing the bag down till my hardon throbbed against my tummy. It felt super cold, reminding me of a freezing February day when I had to change a flat tire on the side of the road. I had no gloves, and the lug wrench was so cold, I felt my fingers would freeze to it before I had the flat off the car. Now my penis has a zillion more nerve cells than my hands. My dick was so cold under the carrots & peas. It felt even colder as she smooshed the bag tightly against my tool. Even the plastic bag that Birdeye used to package the veggies crinkled in protest to the cold. I moaned not from the pain the base ring caused, but the feeling that my penis was suffering a bitter, gloveless February night of tire changing.
My wife wasn't suffering any doubts about this. She was a woman on a mission. She seemed possessed as she squished the contents of the bag snuggly to my crotch. I surrendered to her working the bag of veggies like an EMT compressing a bandage to stop bleeding. I will admit that at that moment, I decided that for the next few days, peas and carrots would not be on the menu. I was developing a distinct dislike for the peas, and a positive hatred of the carrots. When my body heat had partially defrosted the peas and carrots, we had a shrunken penis. It was shriveled up, showing every wrinkle it could muster. At that moment I realized, either the pinching stopped, or the cold had numbed me to the feeling. I was holding what best resembled a cold worm wrapped in a bunched up muffler of wrinkled skin. It was a small penis, but not much smaller than the cage. After a brief struggle, it was squished into the chastity device. The two cage parts connected together. I held the cage to the base as my wife added the tiny brass padlock and snapped it shut. Phew, it was on. That first day, it took a pound of frozen veggies and half an hour to cage the cock.
She threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. After a kiss that took both our breaths away, she pulled back. her eyes glowed as she admired the little cage with the trapped penis, "I didn't realize how pretty your dickie would look in the cage. it is adorable." She added, "Oh, it makes its own music!".
Music? Perhaps. My dick was trying to erect and throb again and as it did, it shook the steel and chrome cage making the brass padlock rattled. It was pinching the dickens out of my cock. My wife thought it was musical accompaniment to a dancing, caged penis.
I told her, "get the key, we have to take this off. We must have put it on wrongly. It hurts so bad."
She on the other hand saw it differently. She spoke like a stern teacher to an obstinate student, "It is not on wrong. You're just not yet used to it."
Now I've had teachers give me a talking to. But none of them were naked with a pair of 36DD boobs before my eyes. As I was lectured, I was thinking, "You're talking, but I can't hear because of your massive boobs before my eyes." All the while, my dick was trying to be much longer than the three inches the cage offered. "Argh", but her tits still looked hot to me.
My wife's eyes went wide as she pointed at the cage "Holy Crap! Your dick head is swelling so hard it looks like that liquid metal robot in Terminator Two, you remember that robot squeezed itself right through the metal bars in the prison." She beamed and talked directly to my penis, "Aww, you want to get to me through your prison bars. Don't you, Cutie?"
