[KnownAsHerbert] New chapter

[KnownAsHerbert]

After 8 or 9 weeks (I've lost count) of not knowing what to expect and no clues being given, there seems to be a plan after all. Next week, on Tuesday, I get changed out of the Cobra to the “new tiny” cage, for “about a week” and then into the standard steel for another week or two. Then, finally, when September is almost over, I get unlocked for more than just cleaning and inspection. Yes, here I come. Miss Emmie has somehow managed (I think) to have this planned out all along without letting slip any details, at least not before she was ready.

Her aim will have been achieved in just “going for it”, with the “it” meaning a 3 month stint to see what we both learn from it. Well I've learnt that 3 months is a long time and we're still not even there yet. Another 3 weeks to go. It will be nice (won't it?) to get out of the Cobra and into something else for a change, even if it is the new tiny.

Miss Emmie took pleasure in informing me that on Tuesday, after work and when changed into the new tiny metal cage, Miss Vikki will be joining us for dinner. Oh joy. CFnm. At least it sounds like I'll already be changed over before she arrives. I hope I'm interpreting Miss Emmie's words correctly there.

So it's Friday and I have a few hours of work to get done this morning and then we can get onto the weekend. No promises or even offers of the fairy costume this week and it's now stored away. Oh it would be nice to see that in use more often. Oh man, I must focus I've got work to do...

[peqe75]

Careful. After the end of September comes October.....

It could be possible that in the end she wanted to join September with L´october!!

[KnownAsHerbert]

Some luxury treatment last night. Unlocked for a little while, Miss Emmie holding and rubbing my very firm cock and gradually building up the teasing of it with stern words “Don't come” from her and a meek “Ok” from me. Oh, she got nice and close until I called “stop”, multiple times. The final time she repeated “You're still not to come, ok?” and I repeated my own “ok” before she took me in her mouth. I didn't last long this time before “No, no, no, stop”. She stopped of course and that was it. A supervised bath, dried off, and back downstairs to relax with a glass of wine. There was no further touching and after an hour or so she handed me the Nub and said “Lock it back up now”.

Once locked up, she stripped off her own clothes (she had been wearing a t-shirt and shorts but not the super short shorts, just normal daywear shorts) and said “My turn now. Kneel”. So she got her turn as well.

Em: That's it now until Tuesday and then you can try that lovely little new cage. That'll be fun, won't it?”

I agreed that it would. Fun. Yes, of course.

Em: Vikki's looking forward to seeing the new cage too. What shall we cook her for dinner?
Me: Oh, is she? Ermmm, I don't know. Maybe curry?
Em: Yes, of course she is. Could do. I'll think about it. You just think about a nice evening of CFnm with me and Vikki.

Miss Emmie is good at planting ideas in my head and then leaving them there to simmer away. Which is exactly what she did with the Miss Vikki thought. Then she added “You're still owed the ouchy stick for not calling her Miss Vikki, aren't you?”

It sounded likeka question so I thought I'd better answer. “Err, am I? I'm not sure.”

Em: You are sure. You know you are. You can think about that too. Something else to look forward to.
Me: What?
Em: Tuesday. Ouchy stick.
Me: Why Tuesday?
Em: Because Miss Vikki is coming Tuesday.
Me: You mean she'll get to watch?
Em: No. She was the victim so she can administer the punishment. Hope she's not too harsh on you.

Despite Miss Emmie's words about “looking forward to” things, I am not. Tuesday has just taken a turn for the worse.

Miss Emmie did tell me her plan for the next few weeks though, saying that she will have achieved her goal (3 months, more or less, without me knowing the whats and whens in advance) but that was “pretty much a one-off” and that there's no need to do 3 months again necessarily. The “necessarily” told me that she might do 3 months again. She said she'll let me out for sex at the end of the month, (September) and then locked for October. She didn't say which cage or cages for October but did say that there would be no “O” in order to get the average down a bit more. Still obsessed with her averages, I noted.

Not a bad night. Maybe the edge helped. And the bath and wine too perhaps. Miss Emmie has added a couple of beans to her jar already this morning and we're getting on with what we have to do, including a supermarket trip to stock up. Later today we're meeting some friends and going to dinner at a pub or restaurant somewhere, I don't know exactly what or where as it is the friends that have organised it. I'm sure it will be a good one though. Nice meal to look forward to. At least I can look forward to that.

[Tongue+groove]

Em: No. She was the victim so she can administer the punishment.

Oh, Miss emmie is devious. Even I’m afraid to leave the Miss off in my posts.

Good luck sir

[KnownAsHerbert]

Three days of work have been a bit intense but now I can take things a bit easier, maybe have a complete day off tomorrow. A long weekend, hooray!

I am finally out of the Nub and I have to say it was a long six weeks in that deep vacuum of space. It was removed on Tuesday after work when I showered, dried, and was handed the new steel cage. My word, it was tiny. No nonsense from Miss Emmie though. “Get this one on” she said. Easier said than done. It was very fiddly trying to hold the hinged ring in position, lining up the pins whilst squishing my poor cock in a space that was much too small for it. One abortive attempt when my skin got pinched and I yelled out in pain. Then, readjusted and...

“Ok, that's it I think. Pass me the lock”

Miss Emmie passed me the lock but it wouldn't slide into the slot fully. Jiggled it a bit. Nope. Not going in. The cage still wasn't lined up properly. Several tries later and finally the lock slid into place although I didn't know what I had done to make it happen this time when it wouldn't before. Locked in place. Key handed to Miss Emmie.

Em: That looks very snug indeed. Lovely!
Me: It feels it too. It's rather tight. Is this a smaller ring too?
Em: No. Same ring. Perhaps it just feels small and tight after the Nub.
Me: Yeah, maybe.
Em: Right, well, we'll see how it goes. Downstairs now because Vikki will be here soon and I want to get dinner started.

Oh yes, the evening with Miss Vikki. I had to let her in again when she arrived. She was very bubbly tonight, demanding a good look at the metal cage and it's contents.

VK: Ooh, you can't see much of it can you? That cage is soooo little!
Em: Don't worry. Next week he'll be in the larger steel cage, which is still actually small, but you'll get a better view through the bars then.
VK: Lovely. I'll look forward to it.

They continued talking about me as if I was either not there or just an inanimate object like a pot plant or something. Jacket potatoes with cheese and Chorizo sausage was got underway and while we waited for them to cook, Miss Emmie made sure that one other objective of the evening was met. She handed Miss Vikki the ouchy stick and said “I think you're entitled to use this. Herbs has been waiting for his reminder.”

VK: Ooh yes. Do you know what this is all about, Herbi?
Me: Yes, Miss Vikki.
VK: What?
Me: I accidentally called you Vikki instead of Miss Vikki.
VK: You did. And that's not allowed, is it?
Me: No, Miss Vikki. I'm sorry about that.
VK: All fours.

I looked at Miss Emmie but she clearly wasn't siding with me on this one so I got down onto all fours.

VK: Right. Hold still.

Miss Vikki enjoyed the ouchy stick much more than I did. Six swish sounds each ending with a sharp slap sound as it made contact. It hurt a lot. That's all I want to say about that.

The rest of the evening was spent eating, drinking, talking, and me being talked about and observed both from the front, where they admired the new cage, and the back where they admired the red lines on my bum that Miss Vikki had inflicted with such enthusiasm. Both laughed out loud at that.

Em: Bet that stings doesn't it, Herbs?
Me: It does.
VK: Second offence gets double so be good.

As she left, Miss Vikki said that she'd enjoyed the evening and that she was already looking forward to next week when she would get to see the other metal cage. “Can't wait.” she added with a giggle.

With Miss Vikki gone, the two of us tidied away and settled down for what little was left of the evening. A little wine was left so we shared it and finished it off. Miss Emmie commented on how well the evening had gone, how she'd enjoyed it, how well she thought Miss Vikki had used the ouchy stick, and then how she'd like an orgasm now please, just to finish off the wonderful evening.

So with the busy work schedule I've not found time to write and have already spent 2 nights in the new tiny thing. It's tight with no room at all to move. Maybe hygiene will be more of a challenge but so far so good on that front. Surprisingly I've slept well for those nights, just waking up feeling very restricted and hard in there. I've got “about a week” in this and then the longer steel that is still short (shorter than me when relaxed anyway) but allows me to grow a little before it gets tight.

Miss Emmie has told me that I will get to orgasm “when the big ship sails”. Oh, yes, please. I still haven't reached that point that others mention where I don't even want to come any more. It'll be 3 months all but a few days so I will be ready.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Three nights out of seven done in this new tiny shiny thing and, if I'm being perfectly honest, it's not uncomfortable. Somehow, despite it being the same ring and the cages looking similar in size, it feels tighter. I don't quite understand that aspect. It is actually smaller than the Cobra Nub so there's no room at all to move or expand in there and morning wake-ups feel rather different.

Miss Emmie loves it, but says she likes all of the cages, each for different reasons.

So far so good then, but waiting to change already. Waiting for the end of the month in fact.

[KnownAsHerbert]

To a cosmologist, a million years is nothing more than a blink of an eye but to me, a week in this new tiny steel thing is beginning to feel like an eternity. On the website it's described as 'small' but I prefer tiny. My other 'small' one is also tiny but somehow not as tiny and cramped as this one. Nothing has moved since I've put it on and I can't even touch the poor thing in there. No room between the bars.

Over half way through the week anyway but looking forward to the 'standard' cage, which will feel like a whole solar-system's worth of space. (The standard, remember, is still pretty small so I'm only speaking relatively here).

Meanwhile, Miss Emmie is enjoying her latest purchase and says the tiny one is super-cute and appears to be 'good at its job'. She is still accumulating her beans of course. She's reminded me that it will be another 2 weeks once in the 'standard' before the big O.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Up early and off to work. A full day in the office.

Still in the new tiny steel and tight, leaking, horny, frustrated, contained, restricted, ughh, arghh.. Not sure about this new one. But Miss Emmi likes it. And as she says, it's only a week and I'll be out and into something different tomorrow. Something different means the standard steel which I still think of as small but Miss Emmie now refers to as "the big one". Honestly, it's not big at all.

And kind or evil?
I can't decide but yesterday she came downstairs in her fairy outfit "just because she felt like wearing it". Can't deny it was something of a treat but it didn't help.

[KnownAsHerbert]

The news is that I got changed over ahead of schedule. This morning instead of this evening. We showered together this morning and Miss Emmie got me to take the tiny one off so that I could have a good wash. My poor old cock looked like an old damp sock that had been screwed up and left at the bottom of the laundry basket for a week. But it did begin to resume its usual shape in the hot soapy water. Then, as we dried ourselves off together, she handed me the 'big' cage.

Em: Here. Put this on.
Me: Oh, ok.

Of course I did as I was told but I had to ask “How can we call this the big cage when I have to squash myself up just to get inside it?”. She looked at me as if I'd just asked her how to spell 'Herbert' and then replied “It's big because the others are middle sized, and the middle sized are called middle sized because they aren't as small as the smaller ones. Not that you've got anything smaller. Yet.”

It seems that changing cages in the morning is to save time this evening. I can still shower after work but I'll already be in the new cage for when Miss Vikki arrives.

What a difference already. I am squished in this one, but at the same time, there is some room to grow a little (sideways at least), and I've got the weight reminding me of its presence. As I expand the bars feel quite different and, wonder of wonders, I can see it again!

A couple more hours of work to do this afternoon and then the promised shower before we get onto the evening. Miss Emmie is making a Shepherd's Pie and Miss Vikki is expected at around 6pm. No doubt she'll be pleased to add another variation of the steel cages to her list. At least I'm not owed the ouchy stick this week...

[Mr Pickle]

Ooooh the big cage. Lucky sod.