Peter stared at his reflection in the study room mirror, a mix of confusion and arousal washing over him as he examined the gap between his cock and the metal cage. Three months of regular wear had brought an unexpected discovery—what once fit snugly now felt loose, almost sloppy around his diminished length.
"Julie," he called out, his voice cracking slightly. "Can you come here for a second?"
His girlfriend appeared in the doorway, textbooks balanced in her arms. The moment she saw his exposed situation, her eyes lit up with that familiar predatory gleam that made his stomach flip.
"Well, well," she purred, dropping her books onto the desk with a satisfying thud. "Look what we have here." Her fingers traced the excess space around the cage, making him shudder. "My poor baby's been shrinking."
Peter's face burned crimson. "I researched it online. It's called chastity shrinkage—apparently it's normal when you're locked up regularly."
Julie circled him slowly, like a cat stalking prey. "So my control over you is literally reshaping your body." Her hand cupped his caged cock possessively. "How fucking perfect."
"I found replacement rings," he stammered, gesturing toward his laptop screen. "Different sizes that work with this cage. I think I need the smallest one now."
"You *think*?" Julie's eyebrow arched dangerously. She grabbed the measuring tape from the desk drawer, her movements deliberate and commanding. "Strip completely. Now."
Peter's hands trembled as he removed the cage, his diminished cock springing free. Julie knelt before him, wrapping the tape around his flaccid length with clinical precision.
"Jesus, Peter. You've lost almost half an inch." Her tongue flicked across his tip, making him gasp. "And you're barely three inches hard now."
She worked him with her mouth until he reached full arousal, then measured again, making notes on her phone. "The 1.57-inch ring," she announced with satisfaction. "You'll be squeezed so tight you won't be able to think about anything except how completely I own this pathetic little cock."
Peter whimpered as she released him, leaving him aching and desperate.
"I'm ordering it right now," Julie declared, clicking through the website. "Express shipping. And Peter?" She looked up at him with wicked satisfaction. "You're staying unlocked until it arrives. No touching, no relief. I want you to really appreciate what freedom feels like before I take it away with an even tighter grip."