Joe's face burned crimson as he shifted uncomfortably in the restaurant booth, his wife Janice watching him with predatory amusement from across the candlelit table. The elegant Italian bistro buzzed with conversation around them, but all he could focus on was the mortifying confession he'd just made.
"So let me get this straight," Janice said, swirling her wine glass with deliberate slowness. "After months of wearing your cage like a good boy, your pathetic little cock has actually shrunk?"
Joe nodded miserably, his voice barely above a whisper. "The research calls it chastity shrinkage. I've lost almost half an inch, and now the ring is too loose. I could probably slip out if I tried."
Janice's eyes lit up with wicked delight. "How absolutely humiliating for you." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that made his confined cock twitch uselessly. "My husband's dick is literally disappearing from lack of use."
A waiter passed their table, and Joe prayed the man couldn't hear their conversation. The shame was intoxicating, his body responding despite his embarrassment.
"I found replacement rings online," he continued desperately. "Smaller ones that fit the same cage design. Forty, forty-five, and fifty millimeter options."
"Oh, you did research?" Janice's smile turned predatory. "How thoughtful. But I think we need to determine just how small you've gotten." Her foot found his crotch under the table, pressing against the loose cage through his dress pants. "This won't do at all."
Joe bit back a groan as she applied pressure, the metal shifting against his shrunken length. "Janice, please, people will notice..."
"Let them." She pulled out her phone, fingers dancing across the screen. "I'm ordering the smallest ring right now. Forty millimeters should keep your tiny cock properly secured."
The waiter approached to refill their wine, and Janice's foot never stopped its torturous massage. Joe struggled to maintain composure as she smiled sweetly at the server while simultaneously grinding against his imprisoned genitals.
"Two-day shipping," she announced once they were alone again. "Until then, I suppose I'll have to find other ways to ensure you stay obedient." Her hand slid across the table to grip his wrist possessively. "After dinner, you're going to show me exactly how loose that cage has become. Then I'm going to remind you why shrinkage is just another form of submission."
Joe's breathing grew ragged as she squeezed his wrist, her dominance radiating across the intimate space between them.
