Dear Diary – Nick's Fantasy about Miss Vikki - non libellous...

[Nick0965]

What follows is pure fantasy based on the journal entries of two correspondents. No names have been changed, and it is completely fantasy, and should not be taken as anything other than that. It is therefore not slanderous nor libellous in any way, despite what may be inferred in my febrile mind about “Dave’s” bedroom activities or lack thereof…

Sunday: I had a bit of an odd phone call with my friend Emmi today. She’s going away for the weekend and asked me if I could look after a key for her, just for emergencies she said. I asked a bit more, because she’d already said her hubby, Herbi, was staying home, and he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who’d lock himself out of the house by accident. There had to be a bit more, so I pushed at her for a bit, and then she fessed up. Swore me to secrecy, etc., but it turns out that she and Herbi have a bit of a kinky thing going on. Something about a cage around his cock. She’s going to tell me more on Wednesday when I go to pick the key up. Can’t wait!

Wednesday: Well I got to Emmi’s house, and texted her to say I was there, like she suggested. I love her house, all very country cottage with roses over the door, etc. Anyway, the door opened and Herbi was stood there in the altogether, with a flash of something bright in his cock area. I wasn’t entirely sure where to look, but he invited me in. Emmi was there in the kitchen, and we had a hug, and then (quite embarrassingly) Herbi gave me a hug too. First time I’d seen a naked man other than Dave since before we were married, let alone have a hug off one. I thought I’d better brazen this out, and Herbi went off to the kitchen to make drinks and so on, and Emmi told all. It sounded really interesting the way she explained it. We got into a bit of a deep conversation when Herbi came back into the room. Emmi made him show himself off to me. I asked him a few questions, and he was very good and answered them. I didn’t stay long, but I was thinking of all kinds of things on the way home. I mean Dave’s great, and the sex is ok – but I wouldn’t say he tried very hard to please me, if you know what I mean. It’s usually a quick roll after one of his lads nights out at the footy or the pub. But tonight was fun, having a naked man serve me my coffee and cake!

Sunday: Emmi is still away, so I thought I ought to be a decent “key holder” (I think that’s what Emmi called it) and make contact with Herbi. Just so he had my number in his phone in case of emergencies! Just asked him if he was ok, and how much I’d enjoyed seeing his thing all locked up, tiny little nub that it is. We exchanged a few messages, and last thing at night I just asked him if he was OK. He said he was.
Tuesday: Yeah, I must have been doing loads of thinking overnight and ended up having a proper old text fest with Herbi. I just couldn’t stop asking him questions. I think I just can’t believe a bloke can fit his cock in a space that small. His balls look so massive (bigger than Dave’s!) with a tiny nub all smushed into them. I don’t know how it can be comfortable, but Herbi says it’s all good.

Wednesday: Emmi is still away, so I’ve been a good keyholder and checked in on Herbi every now and again. Bless him, if you ask him if he’d hard in his cage and he isn’t, he gets as hard as he can very quickly. This could be fun! He says it doesn’t hurt, it’s just annoying cos his cock can’t grow very much, but it’s my new thing to try to make him has hard as I can by auto-suggestion. Emmi will be pleased with me, at least she sent me a text saying keep u the good work!

Friday: I called Herbi to give him a telling off this morning. He’d not let me know he was ok in his cage last night. Emmi said I had to keep him on his toes and not to slack off at all. It’s all about managing expectation, apparently. Will do Miss Emmi. Oh, and I’m now Miss Vikki, apparently. All good! He wasn’t expecting a phone call from me. Especially one where I’d suggested all the sexy things they “might” get up to. Hope he was hard by the end of the call…

Wednesday: Visiting Emmi to return the key. I felt a bit sad as I was going to give it back. I think I quite liked having that element of control from a couple of miles away. But Emmi said I should keep it, ready for next time, so it went back in my purse. Anyway, being up close and personal gave me a chance to ask a few more key questions (did you see what I did there??) Herbi, poor guy, was properly on display tonight. First of all Emmi allowed me to have a wiggle with the cage, then she told me he’s not allowed to touch his balls, but I could. They’re a very different feel to Dave’s. The skin is all taught and smooth, unlike Dave’s which are hairy and droopy. Emmi showed me a new metal cage she’s got to lock him up in. Looked intriguing. Messaged H in the middle of the night saying I hoped to see him in it soon.

Friday: Been a couple of weeks since any contact but randomly sent Herbs a test asking if he’d been able to cum yet.
Saturday: Emmi filled me in on what had been going on chez them. It made me think. I’d been to watch Dave play his five a side in the week, all hormonal men, running around trying to be macho. But they’re just like kids really. And then I thought back to Emmi & Herbs, and how he treats her. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s told me about the ouchie stick, so I get there’s some punishment if Herbs gets it wrong, but still, I can’t see Dave ever treating me to the nice things that Herbs does for Em. She told me she’s counting his orgasms now to try and keep them as low as possible. I told her I couldn’t remember the last time Dave gave me an O, let alone how many this year? Any this year? Messaged Herbs to ask him if he was in the metal one yet. I hope Dave doesn’t hack into my phone. Some of these messages are well dodgy!

Saturday: Been invited for dinner chez Emmi’s on Tuesday. There will be activity. Apparently, there’s a blog or something, I’ll have to get Em to show me where it is, but it seems Herbs didn’t call me Miss Vikki on there, so he’s going to get the ouchy stick and I’m going to be the one to give it to him. This is new, and feels a bit weird, tbh, but I’ll give it a go! Tuesday, can’t wait. I’ve messaged Herbi!

Tuesday: I think I was quite giddy when I arrived. It really had been getting to me all day, and I was really excited. A naked Herbi opened the door, and there he was in a tiny metal cage. I couldn’t believe he could fit it all in. Emmi says it’s a squeeze, but she’d been telling me that most people buy a cage that’s too large. The trick, apparently, is to get one that is a fair bit shorter than the todger that’s going in it. Got me wondering what size I’d need for Dave. Not that I see him shrunk down much nowadays, and don’t see him erect much either. Anyways, I got to play being a Dominatrix, and I quite enjoyed it if truth be told. Six of the best on bare buttocks!

Tuesday: A week later, and Emmi had told me they’d changed cage again, this time to the biggest one she owns. I liked that, she owns, like she owns what is inside it. Anyway, Herbi was dressed when I got there, which was a first, so I had to tell him to strip so I could have a proper look. I quite liked this one – there was space to rub him, and he got a bit hard and filled the cage out. Dominatrix last week, tease this. Dave had better watch out in case I start getting some ideas about my home life.

Sunday: Been a couple of weeks since my visit to Emmi’s. Done lots of thinking, and decided I’m basically frustrated with my lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job, it gets me out and about, and pays the bills etc., but I frequently come home to an empty house, cos Dave is out at the pub with the lads, or they’re playing football. He came in last night and got a bit leery, wanted his bit of skirt, but I wasn’t in the mood and pushed him away. I mean, what’s the point if it’s just roll on, roll off, roll over. He might as well be the Isle of Wight Ferry.
Tuesday: Dave didn’t have footy tonight, so I got a takeaway in and we chatted over dinner. I asked him what he knew about chastity, and he went “what like belts you mean, with the crusades?” I told him that was all poppycock, and tried to explain to him what chastity was in the modern world and he just laughed. He got his phone out and looked up stuff on Reddit where it was all sissys and proper kink stuff. Not my scene, he said, and left it at that.

Tuesday: Dave back at footy, and an invite to dinner chez Emmi. Herbi was naked when I arrived (I do like the door being opened by a naked man, and even better a caged naked man!) and I was dressed like a tease again in leggings and a low-cut top flashing my boobs and the key was on a chain between them for him to look at all night long. I got another good fondle of his balls – they feel so much better when the cock is locked up, love the taught skin, and of course that made him try to fill the cage up even more. Goodness, Emmi and I laughed all the evening.
Tuesday: Not been round for a few weeks, so great to get an invite from Emmi. Herbi wasn’t naked when I arrived, which was a bit disappointing. I just told him to strip and he did so without hesitation. I gave Emmi a wink and she smiled back at me. I just love how compliant Herbs is. I could get used to this. Fat chance with Dave though. I might need to do some research. Had a long conversation with Emmi about how they got into this. Fascinating. It seems they both wanted something, and dropped on this as a way to spice up their life. I got the impression that things weren’t quite as Herbi had expected! Anyway, just to add something to the experience, I persuaded Emmi that Herbi probably needed a few whacks on his arse just to keep him in check. She agreed, and I got to do the deed again. Really enjoyed it this time, much more than last. Ooh, I could really get into this. Research it girl!

Friday: Signed up to a few websites. Had a look at Reddit and found some more “normal” people there, but lots of people that definitely aren’t in the same space as Emmi and Herbs. Then got to somewhere called Chastity Mansion and found a load of stories, so of which were very definitely weird. Found a whole series by a bloke called Richard who seemed to have a fetish of having all men’s cocks cut off. Probably had a difficult relationship with his mummy or his nanny or something. Then I remembered Chastity Forum was the one that Emmi said she and Herbi were on. Got onto the site and read their stories. Ooh, can’t work out how I’m portrayed? Fairly, I decided. Very exciting though. Need to read some more journeys to see how I can get Dave into this. That’s my plan, I’ve definitely decided that.

Wednesday: Still thinking about it all. Texted Herbi to see how he was and how he was coping with whichever cage he’s in at present. All good, it seems.

Friday: Had a good laugh with Emmi. She confirmed I seem to have a remote control over Herbi’s cock and can make him hard just with a simple text message. Wish I had that effect on Dave. Most nights I could do a pole dance in our bedroom, and he would just grunt as he went to sleep.
Tuesday: Last visit in November to see Emmi, and of course “our” little slave. Herbi was quite properly dressed when I arrived – that is naked apart from his cage. I often wonder what Dave would think if he knew what I was looking at when I’m round here but he never asks. I had a little fondle of the bits, and promised to come back next week to see Herbi in a different cage before Em went off for a little trip. Enjoyed myself by threatening Herbi with the stick if he didn’t keep in touch properly while Emmi is away.

Tuesday: Just popped round briefly for a quick fondle of Herbi in the metal cage. Emmi is going away at the weekend, so I’m all psyched up to be keyholder. Lucky Herbi! Dave out at footy again. I don’t know what a woman is meant to do to get her beans, as Emmi calls them.
Sunday: I kept Herbi busy over the weekend with a few messages, and made sure he understood what our respective roles were. Mine is to ask questions and make him hard, his is to answer them and get hard. I think that’s fairly clear. Wouldn’t want to have to send Emmi an unfavourable report.

Tuesday: Threatened Herbi with an impromptu visit, just to keep him on his toes. A bit of teasing is a useful tool. Wish I knew how to tease Dave. He’s off out to footy again and won’t be back until late.

Saturday: Quite a lot upset today. Saturday morning and Dave has a match later, so a lazy morning in bed with him for cuddles and maybe more was hoped for. Instead, he got up to shower early. I threw myself out of bed and thought I’d put a wash on. Went into the bathroom to get the laundry basket and found him wanking in the shower. I was livid and let him know it. Turns out he does it most days. No wonder he’s got no interest in me if he’s doing that every morning. I’ve told him we will be talking about this.

Sunday: We had THAT talk. He says he just needs to do it every morning to clear his tubes out. It helps him think clearer, he said. I don’t think I should have done this, but I told him about Emmi and Herbi, and how their relationship has changed. Dave just laughed – he’s never met Herbi or Emmi, and said that was hilarious. I told him if he doesn’t start shaping up then I’ll be buying a cage for him. He was a bit taken aback and then laughed again. Came over all lovey dovey and took me upstairs. We’ll see. One swallow does not a summer make, as they say!
Monday: I went on the website that Emmi had recommended and ordered a cage for Dave. He doesn’t know it yet, it’s going to be a surprise. I’ve gone up both ring size and cage length from what Herbi has, not because I think he’s bigger than Dave but because I think it will be easier to fit him into to start off with.

Wednesday. Christmas Day. We’re all alone this year. Dave’s parents have gone off to his sister’s up north, and mine are both with their partner’s families. Dave got me, as usual, the kind of present he thinks would make me happy. Underwear and perfume kind of thing. He got a new football shirt, because he hardly ever wears anything else. Then I gave him this little parcel. Ooh, what’s this? he said. He opened it up, and looked at me. So I told him, I’m not expecting him to put it on now, but things need to change, and that means I want more orgasms, and if I don’t get them then the cage will be going on until I do. He started laughing until he saw the look on my face. You’re serious, aren’t you? Yes Dave, you’re getting there.

Thursday: Boxing Day. Caught Dave looking at websites today. The same sort of ones I’d found a few months ago. I just told him there were ways of making me cum, and he needs to start paying attention. He didn’t seem to take the hunt though, and Boxing Day was just as orgasmless as the day before, and the day before that… The cage is currently displayed on the shelf above our bed. He can see it every time he goes in the bedroom.

Tuesday: New Year’s Eve. We went out to see New Year in with some of Dave’s footy friends, as always. This year we were at his pal Stuart’s house. I couldn’t help but notice that Michelle, Stuart’s partner has a very small key on her necklace. It kept dipping below her neckline, but it looked very familiar. More ornate than the one in my purse, but definitely very similar. Stuart was wearing loose fitting jeans, but I’m sure I caught an outline a couple of times, and the outline wasn’t all natural, if you know what I mean. The cage is still on the shelf.

Tuesday: First visit to Emmi for ages. Herb was again properly dressed (naked). He sat next to me on the sofa, which was nice, and I got to rub his thigh. That got him straining which I always find pretty hilarious. Had to leave early so I could make sure I was home before Dave, just in case. You never know. I haven’t told Emmi about Dave’s “present” as yet. Building myself up for that. I know what Emmi’s reaction will be, she want to know why Dave isn’t in it already. I need Dave to want this. The cage is still on the shelf.

Tuesday: Had a really busy month at work, what with tax returns needing to be in, so coming home very tired, lots of takeaway meals, and inattention from Dave. He really isn’t taking the hints. Tonight was the first time at Emmi’s since the first week in January. Heading up to Valentine’s and I asked her (while Herbi was out of the room) if she had any plans. We’ll see, was all she would say. Cage is still on the shelf, but edging closer to the front.

Tuesday: Another evening chez Emmi. It’s really weird, but spending the evening with a pal and her naked but caged hubby is now almost normal. Who’d have though it possible? I just gave Herbi a few strokes of his balls. The cage he was in is so small you can hardly touch any of his cock. Dave back late from footy so I was asleep when he got home.

Friday: Valentine’s. I got home early for work, and had a long relaxing bath. Shaved just about everywhere so I was very smooth and put on body lotions, made myself up and dressed provocatively. Dave came home late in his footy shirt. We had what was supposed to be a romantic dinner, just us two and wine. He let me know he’d been selected for a footy tournament the next day and would be gone early as Stuart was picking him up at 7:00. I took him upstairs to bed, but it was all very unmemorable. I tried to get him to go down on me, never one of his favourites, but despite my sheerly shaved parts, he just wasn’t really into it.

Tuesday: Back round to Emmi’s. Herby was in his plastic cage again. I do like the nub, but think I prefer the metal ones. I especially like the ones where I can stroke his glans through the bars. That really sets him off, and Emmi enjoys it too. Goodness knows what Dave would think if he could see us! His cage is still on the shelf.

Tuesday: A completely normal evening with friends around at their house. It’s just that, as normal, one of them was buck naked and wearing a cock cage. Emmi and I decided no touching at all tonight, just to keep him on his toes.

Tuesday: A week later and Herby was proper straining in his cage when I got there. He didn’t know why, just it had been doing so all day. I got him to give us both a good show of him in his cage before I left, and then fondled his balls again and tugged them a bit.

Tuesday: A progress check on Herby after Emmi’s short time away. She told me he’d had his second orgasm of the year. I thought it wasteful, but didn’t like to say. I can come across as a bit cruel sometimes… Herby was back in the largest cage. It gives him room to grow, so can cause him difficulties. Dave’s cage is larger, but I’ve not got him in yet. Yet… it will happen, because he still doesn’t seem to be taking the hint. At present, it is just there, and he knows it’s there. He dusted the bedroom for me at the weekend, so he had to pick it up to clean it and put it back. I made sure it was where I’d left it when I next went in the room. Can’t believe it is April already. The year seems to be flying by. Not for poor old Herbs, obviously!

Tuesday: E and H have been away on holiday, so it is ages since I saw them. Life has been fairly monotonous while they were away. Work was busy, but not as hectic as January. It’s coming towards the end of the footy season, thank goodness. Some years Dave gets a little bit attentive, just for a week or so, depends on how much attention he’s paying to the cricket. Anyway, I got a bit of a fondle, and Emmi asked if I was ok to be stand-in again soon as she’s thinking of popping over to see her parents. Came back home and Dave was already there. He asked how my evening had been. Didn’t tell him I’d been stroking another bloke’s ball sack. Went to bed a tried to persuade him to go down on me. Not very successful, and he wanted a blow job in return. Need to talk to Emmi about how to turn this round!

Sunday: It’s May 25th. Dave’s cage has been sitting on the shelf for five months now, and I don’t seem to be any closer to getting it onto his cock. The last week has been really frustrating. He seems to get all the orgasms he wants, and I found him jerking off in the shower again this morning, but he does absolutely nothing about getting me off. He says it’s double standards if I complain about him in the shower but I use my vibe on myself. I point out that when we have PIV, he always gets off and I very rarely do (ever?)

Wednesday: Met up with Michelle (Stuart’s partner) in town for coffee. I asked her about the key on her necklace and she looked a bit shy. So, I got the one out of my purse and laid it on the table between us. She looked at it and started giggling. “You mean Dave is locked?” She asked. No, I laughed. I’m trying but he’s very resistant. I told her about my keyholder arrangement, with no names. She sounded fascinated. Anyway, long story short, she really opened up about Stuart. He does wear a cage, it’s a nub like Herbi’s, not a metal one because of the football. He can run and jump in it, she doesn’t think he could do that in a metal one. She does own a metal one for when he’s not in playing mode, and he never showers with the other footy players. Always makes his excuses and goes home to shower. But, and it’s the big but, he has completely changed in how he is in the eight months they’ve been doing this. She started off with just days or nights with him locked up, and then that became a week at a time. He was unlocked for good behaviour, and allowed PIV (as I have to call it now I know about that term). But some weekends he’d not been a good boy, so it became a fortnight, and then once he’d done a fortnight without release, it became a month. That was when I saw them both at New Year, and she said he was straining in his cage all weekend, bless him because he’d missed out on his Christmas shag and was desperate. Michelle also told me about the merit and demerit system she’d worked out. There was some spanking involved, but just with her hand. Demerits got him longer in the cage, merits got him treats (but no earlier release). That way, he knew he wasn’t getting out any earlier so it “managed his expectations.”
Tuesday: Wow! What an evening. I got to Emmi’s house before Herbi got home from work. I was promised that I could paddle Herbi this time as he’d left my title off one of his forum posts. But first I got him to strip and take off his cage. This was new, and the first time I’d seen him actually naked naked, like butt naked with no cage. I gave his cock a few swipes, it did look funny having been stuffed up inside the cage for so long with no release. Then I got him to kneel on the floor and assume the position. Emmi was in the room and watching by this point. I grabbed him by the cock and stroked him until it started to stiffen, then I walloped him with the paddle. Each time I whomped him he would jerk forward and his cock got harder. He had a raging hard on by the time I’d finished, and he had to tell me to stop or he would erupt. It was good to see that he is firmly under Emmi’s control and knows he’s not allowed to O without permission. Emmi gavce him a few backside beats as well, then I took him upstairs for his bath, then made sure he put himself into the cage properly. Fascinating to see it go in – another first for me. Gave me some ideas of what to look for when I finally get Dave caged up.

Friday: Emmi is off to her parents again for the weekend, so I’m keyholder again and developing ideas of my own. After Tuesday’s events, and my conversation with Michelle, I’ve ordered a little paddle of my own.

Saturday: Caught Dave jerking off in the shower again after he turned down Saturday morning PIV. A girl could start to take offence. I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, then told him to lie down on the bed, face down. He looked a bit wary and asked why. I told him not to worry, just a bit of easy punishment. He was very unsure, but the look I gave him meant he knew I wasn’t joking. So I gave him a few gentle swats with the paddle just to warm him up. “Do you know why you’re being punished?” I asked. “No” he said. So I told him that there would be no more wanking off in the shower when he had me in the bed. I asked him how many times he’d jerked off that week. Every day, apparently, and twice on Tuesday and Thursday. I told him that was four swats for each time, and gave him 36 paddles. His bum was nicely red by the end, and I think he understood where he stood. I told him, this is just the start. Now, I said, you’ve got two options. The first is that you’re only allowed to shower when I say so, and you will be watched every time. This includes footy nights, so you’ll travel home dirty. The other option is we find a way to stop you pleasuring yourself whenever you feel like it. The shower option, by the way, includes paddling every time, the other option doesn’t. He rolled over and asked what the non-paddling option involved. “What do you think?” I asked. I looked down at his cock, which was quite erect, not bad considering he’d only just jerked off – maybe he enjoyed the paddling after all? Then I leant over and picked the cage off the shelf. I’d already removed the lock, and the ring and cage parts separated out in my hands. “This gets locked around your cock and comes out when I say so.” He kind of looked at me again, and again he could tell I was serious. I remembered him laughing about Herbi when I told him a few months ago. I wasn’t going to blab about Stuart, Michelle hadn’t given me that level of permission. But there was a kind of look of fear behind his eyes, but he still nodded his acceptance. The cold steel went round behind his balls, the hinged design meaning there was no difficulty getting it over his knob. The bars slid down over his cock and he slowly deflated until it all clicked together and the lock slid home.

Sunday: I woke up to Dave struggling beside me. Apparently, his cock was filling the cage. It sounded just like what Herbi has had to go through for months. Dave was begging me to take it off. I just smiled. You need to get used to this babes, I said. You might never get to like it, but you’ll get used to it. I suggested he might like to use his time constructively to get to work on my orgasms. I’m counting, I told him. It’s the 15th June, and I reckon he’s had 205 orgasms this year in the shower compared to my none. He can have his next wank when he’s given me a hundred or so. Welcome to your new life Dave, I did warn you, you just didn’t pay any attention.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Bloody hell, Nick. You've been busy!
good bit of writing though. Very funny in places too.

[KHEmmi]

You must have read an awful lot of mine and Herbi's journals!