[Mr Pickle] one step forwards, two steps back

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Thursday night. Wow! The northern lights were like fireworks. One of the benefits of being able to walk to the beach and look seawards into the endless dark.

So. Thursday.

During a little conversation about men, the reason escapes me?

"Life support system for a penis"

That was C's view on most men and it seems it still is.

It's a catchy line though and one cant really argue.

It also seems that description no longer applies to me. That's a good thing right?

So C is still out of bounds or on a forced break and I'm still cramed in this little tin wire helmet.

I did say it had stopped hurting and I was ok going back into the comfy cage now. C replied "Oh. So you're OK doing that are you. Even if it means a whack if you get hard while swapping them?"

"I'm even more OK staying in this one now I come to think of it.
Actually. Can I please just stay locked up in this for the rest of the month? Please?".

"Nope. And less of the thinking about come".

"What?. Oh. I actually said It the other way round".

"Your saying I'm thinking about come?".

"No. Never mind. Please ignore me".

"That. I can do".

Saturday evening whilst out for our meal and my weekly review C said she wasn't ready for tongue yet, but wanted an orgasm so we could work something out.

I did ask "Do I still have to be unlocked tomorrow?"

"Yes. You do".

"Well seems as I have to come out anyway, and you can't make use of my tongue. You may as well make use of my cock?"

"Nope. Not even a consideration".

"But it makes sense. I wouldn't be coming anyway".

"I'm not using it. Nice try though".

Sunday. A double edged sword.

It was 'whack A cock' day. But this time I was told I could have a double edge.

One before which would make me hard obviously. Then a whack with the horsey stick. And then another oily stoke better between nice soft boobies.

Even I had to admit to myself that that sounded pretty good.

"Erm.. yeah. That sounds pretty good to be honest. I'll happily to take one for the boys if I get a stroke and I get to fuck those puppies".

Oily wank was really nice.

"Stand up. You said you'd be happy for the boys to take this. So ill3 do one of them. Lift your thing out of the way".

"Wooah there. Do what?"

"The boys. That's what you call your balls".

"But.."

Yes. That hurt.

The Tit fuck was nive mind you. And she did let me go to town in her pussy with the vibe. Also said she didnt mind the toy cock? So why not mine? Im saying nothing.

My balls still hurt. She managed to get both in one go.
I Wish I had a ball cage now.

I wish she would stop letting me out too.

Where is my chastity fairy. I miss her and I want to make a wish. Lots of wishes even.

Note to self. Any sentance containing the word Whack or horsey stick does Not sound good.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Raining so a lazy morning.

"Can I please stay locked for the rest of october".

"Are you not enjoying your edges?"

"Yes.. But the other bit isn't so good".

"If you didn't get hard I'd beive you. But you always get hard. So that's your fault not mine".

C unlocked it and it did NOT get hard.

See. Not hard, so no smacks. I can play with it while it stays soft and lock it back up with no ouchie. See It really is your choice".

The horsey stick was sat there scowling at me. It looks even bigger today.

"You dont have to play with it. Just skip to the lock me back up bit".

"I was thinking I could let you put it in my pussy today. A fuck edge".

"A Fuck edge.. Wow! .. Aaah bollocks".

"Oooh now it wants to be smacked because my pussy is worth it".

The fuck edge was incredible. Its impossible to describe how good a pussy feels when you've had hand for as long as you can remember. No coming allowed of course so it didn't last long.

"I was hoping to make you come that way".

"Dont be silly. I only came like that before I realised what a proper orgasm was like. It still felt quite nice though".

"Oh...good"?

"You can make me come when it's locked back up.. but first."

Whack!

I took it like a wimp of course, and got a stroke to ease the sting afterwards.
All these extras are costing me a fortune.
Whip = keyholder task
Locking back up = keyholder task
Stroke to ease stinging
Being let out.
Being allowed to give C an orgasm.
Whilst locked.
Being told I have a tiny/zero willie.
Are just some of the keyholder tasks that incur a fee.

I had a few minutes then to enjoy having a nice long, heavy, swaying lump of man meat between my legs. Geeze that looks and feels impressive. Aint no way C cant think the same.

"Are you enjoying that? Too bad".

I was told to put the little cage on. Its nearly flat. I call it the bottle top. A tiny man could get satellite tv on it.

C says "It looks so tiny and cute like a little button. It definitely looks better when it's caged".

Another theory out of the window? Do women not actually like the look of a big cock? Was it all lies? Man made beliefs?".

Whatever.. Now I have no cock at all.

Im going to beg C to keep me locked up.

It's our aniversary tomorrow. I'll ask if I can be kept locked as an aniversary present. Cock or no cock. I'd like to stay locked.. I think.?.
That pussy was nice mind you.. and the other stuff, and im so horny.

Ah bollocks! This be the path to madness.

[Holdy]

I suppose you could say you’re a tiny bit horny…???

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove has come to terms with me not coming during piv sex. Only she needs to come. She says that I am more gentle about pounding on her when I’m not allowed to come. She says it may be our new normal.

I love that she enjoys it. Still confused about how I feel.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

I wonder if C realises what she is doing?

Now I'm in the flat thing I'm more likely to want out of it and less likley to beg to stay in it.. Was this planned?

So. Now I'm in this flat thing (the small cage) C has invented a game similar to Where's Wally. It's called "Where's Willie".

"Where's willie....?"

C looks down my pants

"Nope. Not in there."

She finds it hilarious.

She has also started singing a variation of the beatles song "We all live in a tiny little cage, a tiny little cage a ..."

The tune stuck in my head and I have started humming it without realising. Again, much to C's delight.

At work I must have been huming away because a work colleague started singing it to himself. Had to laugh to myself at that one.

This flat cage doesn't let you know you're hard. You know in your head that you are, and you can reach down and feel the alien inside. But there is no front preasure. Nothing to be filled so the sensation of being hard is as absent as your dick.

When C sent a message to me today to let me know I will be made use of later and in the morning with a few choice details, I would normally get whatever erection is posible in whatever device I'm in. Not in this one I didn't. I've been robbed! Call the cock cops!

Having said that. It is incredibly comfortable and I got a really good nights sleep.

I wonder if C has been leaving me in the tiny (medium) cage so that this one isnt as much of a shock as it was?

I do know for certain that my flacid length is much shorter now, like its adjusting. Im know that given time it would come back to normal, but time isn't likley to come any more than I am.
The real shock was when C let me wear my old "Normal cage" last week. The comfy cage, now known as the big cage.
Even though it isn't big by any stretch of the imagination, it felt oddly bulky, in the way and uncomfortable at night.
I've gotten used to the tiny medium and prefered to be back in that.

The flat is now comfortable also and there are no down sides other than not having a penis that C doesn't need anyway.. So no down side that matters.

Today is our Aniversary and it's definitely the first Aniversary where I have woken with No penis. How any men can say that?

We're both up and out early and busy all day, so it was a quick kiss, hug, happy Aniversary and bye, see you later.

My treat today will be to take C for an Italian meal later, and then give her an evening orgasm. I've been told I can take as much time as I like with it and can cover her in caresses.
No whack today.. is it odd that i felt a little disappointed when I wrote that? Its kind of become partnered up with imense pleasure so maybe not?

Finished for the day now. Waiting for my wife of twenty years to come home.
I keep humming that bloody song or reaching down to adjust to find it has completely gone.

Can't wait for C to come home. I've missed her company today.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Lovely aniversary out with wife and daughter. Then daughter wanted to get home so droped her off and walked to a bar around the corner for a few drinks.

C looked stunning in her new dress which our daughter had helped to pick and looked expensive in a very clever, classy way (apparently I had bought for her).
A transparent fabric hugging her curves, hiding her modesty but low enough to show off her cleavage. Jaw dropping.
The waiter seemed to take ten times longer whilst looking over C's shoulder to take her order. I couldn't stop drooling. Especially knowing I was looking at my desert later, and again in the morning.

Just Wow!

It was also quite entertaining watching an older man on the next table turn bright red when his wife poked him and loudly said "In case you'd forgotten. My breast are over here".

The flat bottletop kept my cock extremely well contained thank goodness.

C retired upstairs while I did end of day chores and then sent me a photo of her cleavage with a message to join her.

Caressing C was lovely, making her come was just a perfect end to a perfect evening.

This morning, after C had come again she C let me out for yet another couple of edges. Plus a little smack of course, but that doesn't bother me now. If anything the idea has started to turn me on, because it has benefits.

A normal edge follwed by a smack, then a yoga position edge to make it better.

I said stop, but C carried on just a little bit longer.. "No.. stop.. Let go".

I tensed and strained. C said "Oh dear" as a single blob forced itself out. "Open wide".

God my balls are full. I just cant keep it in.

"Stay in that position naughty boy".

I took a whack to the bottom whilst in the yoga position and my bottom way up in the air.

And that marked the end of a lazy morning.

I recieved a message from C just now. I have edited it to replaced C's pet name for me with P. Otherwise unchanged.

Hello Mr horny P, you must now remain in your miniscule cage, locked and loaded, until further notice. Until I decide if you should be allowed out for my entertainment and satisfaction. You must eat your own naughty blob and are most definitely NOT allowed to come. You have been warned. Good boy 🗝

Maybe I'm odd, but that makes me want to come every time I read it. That's what it is all about for me. I'm so very happy.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Another meal saturday night. Just the two of us. Nice end to our aniversary week.
Then, after being made use of, or as C says "used and abused", we sat in bed together and watched a film.
C holds my balls when we sit in bed together. I'm nothing but balls when in the bottle top. Balls with a flat button on top, so my balls are more accessible and easier to play with.

C came too quickly Sunday morning. She was quite disapointed.. Too quick means not as big. She fights it, relaxes and holds it off to let it build. The vibrator is in fact a chordless masseger. Set to rumble rather than vibrate. I think I might have had it set a little too high. I didn't own up.

C decided to let the tingle pass and go again. This time she held of and damn near passed out with the strength and pleasure of the orgasm ripping through her.

I nearly came myself.

Then for me another edge. Stood up this time. Then a whack, then a suck edge.

It was a really difficult not coming this time.

After the cock whack, you'd think it would be easier to hold off, but it gets even more sensitive?

"I really want to come".

C just laughed and said "Tough! You're not allowed. Only I can come".

"I know. I just wanted to say".

"Thats fine. I like you really wanting to come. It means you will do anything I want".

C then said I could go into the medium cage. Ive been good enough this week to earn the extra inch, which on top of zero is quite a difference.

I'll make the most of it. It seems very short short is a being pushed at the moment.

Our son traveled by train to joined us and stay until tomorrow. He was missing his mountains, needed to cimb one.
What an experience that was. We hit the sumit at the same time as storm Ashley. 80mph winds. Standing was near impossible, leaning at 45 degrees without faling was quite an experience.
C didnt go to the top, she deemed it far too dangerouse for someome as petite as she is. Our daughter went for it and had to comando crawl when we hit the platau.

What an exciting walk that was.

Back home then headed for spoons for some food.. Again. I cant afford all these meals out, especially after C gave me her bill for her orgasms this year. Only about a pound each to be fair. But over nine months on average two a day.
So I hope we can slow it down a bit now the big event is over.
I need to save for Xmas.

[Holdy]

She’s got you reasonably well trained, it seems, and knows how to administer admonishment.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

I like making C come, and as odd as it might sound, I'd be more than just flattered if I thought anything I did made somebody else come. Is that odd?

Yes, its been many weeks since I did come and maybe the brain gets re-tuned.
I have said in the past "I want to make someone come". "Im desperate to eat pussy". I want to devour.
Mostly. I want to make C horny.
I want to make her come and come and come.

That is such a reward.

I think when I get past that desperate to come third or fourth week something changes inside. The pleasure comes from within, but the trigger from without?
There is a void to be filled, and the only outlet is external.

Im at that stage now. It wouldn't take much to set me off, and my scope for the erotic widens because I crave that boost.

I find the most unusual things erotic now, and am always looking for a trigger. You turn me on. I cant help it. Images in my head.. Fantasies? Maybe, but it I cant stop it, cant control it sometimes.

Good job I'm locked eh!
Only joking. I'm hopelessly loyal. But something deep within me stirs and its bloody hungry.

My inner rampant neanderthal.

To me. Especially now. The greatest gift, the biggest reward, the biggest pat on the back, the mostest of moral boostings and the icing on the cake. The "What makes this life change so worth it"? Is the knowing I made someone come. Gave them an orgasm, or in some way brought it about. Be that a keyholder, partner, reader or a complete stranger.

"You made me come". "I had an Orgasm because of you". "You made me wet and then I came". "But you can't".

Holy shit.Yeah. That does it.

Today I am frustration. Today I day dream and fantasise.

I also had a hard day at work in more than one sense of the word. And I looked admonishment up in the dictionary. I concur.

I still don't like carrots.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

I cant stand it! I have a bloody good bit of meat going to waste.
Can I borrow somebody's pussy please, and a drill or a steel cutter. Or one of those bloody keys all you keyholders have swinging about in plain site. You must have some to spare?

C had an insanely big orgasm this morning. Actually screamed when she came.
I was allowed an extra edgy treat for that one. A 'nearly' fuck.

Another new invention to fuck with my head while I can't fuck a pussy .

Basically C climbed over me and wrapped her hand around my shaft. So I could fuck her hand, and the head of my cock nearly went into her pussy. Like the first few millimeters did.
That was so bloody frustrating. I had to thrust and watch it "nearly go in' parting the lips but no inserting it.
At one point I grabbed her. Fuck this bollocks, im getting it in there.

C just said "I dare you. Just imagine your life if you tried it".

I had to stop. It was too much. "Mwaaaaah! I Just want to come.."
And I still got a whack from that fucking stupid stick.. for my naughty thoughts?

How is C allowed to assume I'm thinking naughty thoughts? Ok. Guilty. But "Come on. So not fair"!

When leaving for work C whispered in my ear "Thanks for making me come so hard".

Yeah.. Im a proper Mr. Useful aren't I.

C sent me another message. While I was working on a roof.

Another nearly.
I nearly fell off the roof and nearly came in my pants.

Well Mr P, your amazing tongue technique left me horny and throbbing. Tingling all day. It's been hard to concentrate. My pussy is needing you, needing your cock, needing to feel it inside me, thrusting deep to satisfy my desperate need, feed my horny urges. But, you are locked, caged, and controlled, for my needs only.
Maybe another cock will have to do

I really dont think I should have to put up with this.