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A Simple Life: Chapter 40
🕑 Added 2023-06-06 20:28:35 +0000 UTCThe next thing I knew I was in the cramped confines of Winona’s little washroom with my dick hanging over the waistband of my underwear and cum drizzling down from below my belly button down into where my pubes would be if I didn’t religiously shave them clean. With a great pull she yanks me into her arms and there between the sink and the toilet we do an impromptu waltz as she jostles me around toward the shower.
She slaps my shoulders and steps back. “Come on now. Out of those undies Sprout.”
“Yes Daddy.” I titter. Turning away from her, more from some sort of ingrained habit than from modesty, I begin to pull my underwear down. Not quickly enough for her however.
“Come on. Come on.” She spurs me on with little pinches along my back and sides. “Before you get all perky again.”
Giggling like crazy I quickly slip them down my legs and step out of them, leaving me completely nude now. Her nippy pinches, not nearly hard enough to hurt, quickly zero in on my exposed tush and the backs of my legs which send my already insane giggling to another level. She ends it with a stiff swat to my behind!
“OOO!”
She laughs at how I hop and rub my bum in surprise. Reaching past me she opens the door to the walk-in stall. “In you go Sprout.”
“Ohhh noooo.” I groan in false protest as I step in, my arms clutched tight against my chest as I ready for the blast of cold that I knew was coming. I don’t have to wait long. “EEEEEE!!!” My squeal echoes through the building as Winona turns just one of the two knobs on full. Anybody passing by would have thought the old garage was haunted by the noises I was making. “OOOOO!!! EEEEEEEE!!!”
Winona is DYING with laughter from my histrionics. Between gasping guffaws she says. “It’s not that bad!”
“Says youOOOOOOOHOOOO!” I twist and hop and jump around like someone with an angry bee in their trousers. “HEEEEEEE!!!”
Winona falls back onto the toilet holding her gut with uproarious laughter. In my flapping and flailing about she gets a good amount of water on her too, though she was far too busy busting a gut to notice. Waving her hands she shouts. “Stop! Stop! HA HA HA HA HA! You’re killing me here! HA HA HA HA!”
Under the merciless cold streams washing over me I force myself to settle down to stand against them bravely. My hands still tight to my chest, my hands balled into fists, I stand trembling and allow the frigid water flow down my front. “Hoooooo.”
Eventually Winona collects herself enough to stand back up. “We’re getting water everywhere.” She says between easing chuckles. Reaching into the stall she takes the handheld shower nozzle from its perch and angles it so that less of the water was spraying out the opening. Bringing the hissing shower head closer she focuses the stream onto my tensed up tummy then slowly lowers it until it the full brunt was taken on my junk.
“Geeeeeez!” I whine as the cold water does its thing.
After my orgasm, such as it was, all my giggling and jumping around, and now this unrelenting deluge of cold my member does not simply tamp down but goes into a full retreat. My five inches had swiftly shrunken to one and my scrotum had tightened up like a raisin. The shrinkage was real!
“That is the cutest fuckin clitty I ever saw.” Winona praises me as she gently stroke my back.
“Mmm.” I hum happily. Shivering and naked as I was, the way she was looking at me made me warm inside.
“I think that’ll do.” She turns off the water and lets the head dangle free on the hose. She pulls me from the stall and in a flash she dries my feet and legs then has me wrapped up in the thick, soft towel. Through the towel she rubs my body to both dry and stimulate some heat back to the prickly skin. She then gives me a big hug and just…holds me until the shivers slowly subside. In her embrace I go very still. Closing my eyes I let out a long breath and savor the moment. Without realizing it I let my head dip down to rest on her shoulder as my body relaxes. “Awww.” Winona squeezes me tight and pets the back of my head. “You okay Sprout?”
“Mmm.” I nod.
“Still wanna be my baby girl?”
“Mmm!” I nod faster, a smile growing.
“Good.” She stands straight. “Come on beautiful.” Keeping me held close she leads me back into the main room.
Sitting down on the love seat she takes me by the hips and pulls me over to directly in front of her, my feet standing between hers. I clutch the towel tightly as I watch Winona handle the pink plastic cage, separating it into its parts.
“May I touch you?”
“Mm hm.”
She looks up at me. “Think unsexy thoughts.”
“Impossible.”
With a smirk she returns her attention below. Very gingerly she clasps my balls in her fingers and thumb and lifts them. With her other hand she brings the rounded U shaped piece of the cage up so that it was up in under my scrotum and reached around my balls and the base of my shaft. She tilts then shakes her head. Returning to the box she finds another one, the smallest of the sizes included. This one fits just right.
“You’re so smooth.” She spares a moment to pet my hairless skin. “I shave too. I never get this smooth.”
“I could…um…help.”
“Or you could just do it for me.”
“Oh!”
“Shh.”
She had noticed my shrunken peen starting to twitch to her touch and hastens to continue. She finds the right spacer pieces, in my case it was the smallest option included, then she affixes the top bit of ring that would secure it all to the bottom bit leaving my dick and balls sticking out the ring of tough plastic. Taking the penis piece she oh so gently slips it up onto me. Because I am so small it has no trouble sliding into its plastic sleeve. Holding it all together Winona takes the final piece, the lock, and hooks it through the eye of the peg that holds it all together.
Click.
I was locked. Pulling the keys from the lock she does not offer them to me nor do I ask for them. She sits back to admire what she had done. I pull the towel open so that I too could get a better look. There, between my legs, was not the fleshy protrusion that I was used to seeing but a gleaming pink bump cradled over my balls.
“What do you think?”
“It’s…pretty.”
“You like it?”
“Mmm.” I nod my affirmation.
I didn’t just like it. I loved it! It felt so snug and sexy. And it kept me…cute. Safe in its cage it wouldn’t flop around or grow or do anything but sit there looking…cute. I touch myself to feel my glossy pink clitoris. I couldn’t feel a thing through the rigid plastic and yet, somehow, it stimulated me. A lot! It was as if the lack of sensation was somehow a sensation in itself. Sliding the tip of my middle finger over the top I reach the tip to feel the little slit that would allow me to pee without having to take it off. In this I’d have to sit down to go to the washroom like girls do. I wondered…could I cum in this? I feel my balls and I like how the base ring held everything tight and taut and perfect. My nuts had never looked better. I grab my whole package and give it a tentative tug. Then a harder one. Letting go I swing my hips back and forth just to watch and feel my caged member move. And as I do so I feel myself swell to the limits of my confinement.
“Oh!”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. G-Great.”
As if in response to the feeling of its walls my penis surges with sudden desire, only to be stopped dead. Again my peen tries, again it is halted. There was no more space to grow. Only then do I feel the real joy of being caged. My arousal was contained and controlled, the expression of that arousal denied. Denied until the pretty lady who was holding my key allowed me to release it. And there was something about that desire confined…that made it grow exponentially! Oh my God was I horny!
“Are you getting hard again?”
“Mm hm.” I nod.
“Just in time then.” She leans in to take a close inspection of my clit. “Comfy?”
“Oh yes. Yes.” I touch it and rub it, the very subtle rubbing it gives me on the inside makes my pecker strain impotently yet again. No matter how hot and bothered I got everything down there stayed wonderfully and perfectly…cute. “Ohhh yes!”
With a little pat to my berries she says. “Good girl.”
“He he he.”
Taking my skimpy nightie and tiny panties she offers them to me. “Go get changed for Daddy?”
I couldn’t snatch them from her hands fast enough.
