Roger stared at his reflection in the Barcelona hotel bathroom mirror, frustration etched across his face. Three months of regular cage wear had changed everything, and not in the way he'd expected. What once fit snugly now felt loose, almost ineffective.
"Evelyn," he called through the door, his voice tight with embarrassment. "We need to talk."
She emerged from the shower, water droplets cascading down her curves, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Let me guess. Your little problem is getting littler?"
Heat flooded his cheeks. He'd researched it obsessively over the past week—chastity shrinkage was real, documented, irreversible. Extended periods of restricted blood flow had left him noticeably smaller, and his beloved cage no longer provided the secure confinement they both craved.
"I found a solution," he said quickly, pulling up the product page on his phone. "Accessory rings. Different sizes that work with my existing cage. I can keep the design we both love but get the tighter fit I need now."
Evelyn's eyes lit up with predatory interest as she examined the silver metal rings on screen. "Show me the problem first."
Roger's hands trembled as he stripped, revealing his current situation. The cage that once gripped him firmly now allowed too much movement, too much freedom. Evelyn circled him slowly, her fingers testing the loose fit with clinical precision.
"Pathetic," she murmured, but her tone carried approval rather than disgust. "My control over you has literally reshaped your body."
She selected the smallest ring size and clicked order, then pressed her naked body against his back. "Two-day shipping to the hotel. Until then, you'll wear what you have and remember that even loose, you still belong to me."
Her hand slipped between his legs, fingers exploring the gap between metal and flesh. "I want you to feel how inadequate this fit is now. Every time it shifts, every moment you feel that looseness, remember that I did this to you."
Roger gasped as she manipulated the cage, the loose metal sliding against his diminished length. The sensation was maddening—not quite freedom, but not proper confinement either.
"When the new rings arrive," Evelyn whispered against his ear, "I'm going to lock you in so tight you'll barely be able to think about anything except how completely you belong to me."
She released him abruptly, leaving him aching and desperate in his inadequate prison.
"Now get dressed. We're going to explore Barcelona, and I want you thinking about your shrinking cock with every step."