“I didn’t.”
“Stand up,” she said, bending her neck to look at him.
Basil did as she asked, but the moment he stood up she saw he was fully dressed. “Oh s**t. I forgot. You still have that stupid thing on, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Show it to me.”
There was no thought given to opening up his pants and displaying his steel-encased c**k. When a woman told him to do that, he did just that.
“It looks small,” she commented.
“It’s supposed to be small,” he said. “There’s a sort of pride in the chastity community of how small a cage a guy can wear. Then there’s the whole concept of shrinkage.”
“Cold water will do that,” Caroline said above another one of Dorothy’s louder groans.
“No, not. Not even that. The idea is the longer you wear a chastity cage, the smaller your d**k will get because it’s
