Tim had long since settled into his new role in his marriage. His days were routine—working, taking care of the house, being affectionate and devoted to Caroline. On the surface, they seemed like any other couple. But underneath, their relationship had evolved into something far different.
Caroline was fulfilled, confident, and radiant. She had everything she needed—passionate lovers who satisfied her, and a devoted husband who catered to her every whim. Tim, meanwhile, remained in his carefully structured place, locked in chastity, worshiping Caroline without expectation. He had grown used to it, but deep inside, jealousy and resentment still simmered.
Though he knew he couldn’t offer Caroline what she needed, the frustration gnawed at him. He had been good. He had accepted everything. So why was he still locked away? Why wasn’t he ever allowed to have her?
Then came his latest release.
Caroline lay back on the bed, stroking him with a slow, almost lazy motion, watching him squirm beneath her touch. She smirked as she felt him in her hand, tilting her head in mock curiosity.
“Hm,” she murmured, squeezing slightly. “You feel… smaller than usual.”
Tim tensed. “W-what?”
Caroline chuckled, sitting up. “No, really,” she said, clearly entertained. “It’s definitely smaller. Let’s check, shall we?”
Before Tim could protest, she reached into the nightstand, pulling out a measuring tape. His face burned as she unrolled it, lining it up with clinical amusement.
“Oh wow,” she said after a moment, her smirk deepening. “Two and a half inches. That’s… quite a drop from your already tiny size.”
Tim’s stomach twisted. “That’s not possible,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That has to be wrong.”
Caroline laughed, tossing the measuring tape aside. “Oh, Tim,” she said, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter if it’s three and a half or two and a half—they’re both absolutely tiny. Besides, what do you care? You’re not using it for anything; it’s not like my hand cares how little you are.”
Tim clenched his fists, his entire body burning with humiliation. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Caroline began stroking him again, sending him over the edge. His body shuddered with release, but the moment it was over, she calmly reached for his cage and locked him back up without hesitation.
Tim stared at her, still panting, his mind spinning. “Caroline… this isn’t fair,” he said weakly.
But she just smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve had your fun,” she said simply. “Now, let’s move on.”
Tim stewed in his thoughts for hours. The realization that chastity had actually shrunk him was too much to process. He had accepted so much, but this? He couldn’t let this go.
That evening, Sasha arrived, looking as effortlessly confident as ever. She wore tight, high-waisted shorts that hugged her figure, her crop top cut low, exposing just enough to make Tim flustered. She glanced at him as she stepped inside, flashing a knowing smirk.
“Hey, little guy,” she teased casually, kicking off her shoes. “Caroline told me about your discovery.”
Tim stiffened, his jaw clenching. “Good. Then you both know why this needs to stop.”
Caroline and Sasha exchanged glances, amused. “Oh?” Caroline said, tilting her head.
Tim straightened his back, trying to inject some authority into his voice. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I’ve accepted everything. But this… this isn’t right. I’m your husband, Caroline. I deserve to be free. And I deserve to have sex with you!”
There was silence for a moment. Then Sasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, Tim,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Trying to act tough with a two-inch penis.”
Caroline smiled and reached for his hand. “Actually,” she said sweetly, “Sasha and I have been talking about your little situation. And we agree—it’s time for a change.”
Tim blinked. “Wait… really?”
Caroline nodded. “We’re removing your cage.”
Tim’s heart leaped. Finally, he had gotten through to them. He exhaled in relief as Caroline gestured for him to drop his pants.
But the moment the cage was removed, his hope crumbled.
Sasha leaned in, studying him with barely concealed amusement. “Oh my god,” she murmured, tilting her head. “It really did shrink. It’s, like… a little button now,” Sasha said as she laughed.
Tim’s face burned. “Shut up,” he muttered.
But Sasha only laughed, turning to Caroline. “And he really thinks he should be allowed to fuck you with that?”
Caroline smirked. “I know. It’s adorable, really.” She turned back to Tim, shaking her head. “Honey, be honest. What exactly do you think you’d be able to do with that?” she stated amusingly as she pointed at Tim’s exposed penis.
Tim stood frozen, feeling completely exposed.
“You actually thought,” Sasha said, crossing her arms, “that you, with that, should be allowed inside Caroline?”
Caroline clicked her tongue. “That attitude needs correcting.”
Before Tim could react, Caroline sat down on the edge of the bed and patted her lap. “Over my knee,” she ordered.
Tim hesitated, looking between them. “C-Caroline…”
“Now!” she said firmly.
Sasha stepped behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she whispered mockingly. “You need this.”
Defeated, Tim obeyed, lying across Caroline’s lap. Without hesitation, she brought her hand down in a sharp smack.
He gasped, his body jolting from the sudden sting. Another smack. And another. Each one firm, deliberate, meant to remind him of his place. By the time she finished, his face was red—and so were his eyes.
Caroline lifted him back up, standing him in front of them. “I was being kind,” she said, brushing off her hands. “Letting you have full releases, letting you worship me. But clearly, you don’t appreciate it.”
Tim swallowed hard, his body trembling.
Sasha smirked, reaching into her bag. “So, here’s what’s going to happen.” She pulled out a smaller chastity cage and held it up.
Tim’s stomach dropped. “What…?”
Caroline smiled, taking it from Sasha’s hands. “This is what you’ll be wearing from now on,” she said sweetly. “Your old cage is too big now, after all.”
Tim looked at them in disbelief. “But… that’s going to make it shrink more?”
Sasha chuckled, crossing her arms. “Don’t worry about that. If it shrinks more we’ll just get you an even smaller one,” she said with a wink.
Tim’s breath hitched as Caroline locked him into his new, even tighter reality.
“There,” Caroline said, standing back to admire her work. “Much better.”
Tim’s head swam with humiliation as he pulled his boxers up—only for Sasha to stop him.
“Not so fast,” she said, pulling out something else. A soft, lacy, pink pair of underwear.
Tim’s eyes widened. “You… you can’t be serious.”
Sasha grinned. “Oh, I’m very serious. You’ll wear these from now on, so there’s no mistake about your place.”
Tim’s face burned as he hesitated—but Caroline’s expectant gaze told him everything. Swallowing his pride, he stepped into them.
Sasha smirked. “Perfect,” she murmured.
Caroline sat back, admiring him. “Don’t worry, Tim,” she said playfully. “After tonight, you’ll really understand why you’re not allowed inside me.”
Tim swallowed nervously. Tonight, something was going to change. And he had a feeling it would be permanent.
Tim’s heart pounded as he followed Sasha into the master bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. He was instructed to strip down to the soft pink underwear, each movement making his skin crawl with a mixture of embarrassment and reluctant acceptance.
“Now, kneel in the corner,” Sasha instructed, her voice playful yet firm.
Tim obeyed, his body tense as he positioned himself as told. The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of what was coming.
Caroline entered moments later, dressed in delicate, lacy lingerie, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup flawless. She looked radiant—more confident than he had ever seen her. She wasn’t dressing for him. She was dressing for someone else.
Sasha leaned close to Tim, her voice barely above a whisper. “Now, pay attention,” she murmured. “You need to see firsthand why Caroline deserves more than what you can give her.”
A knock echoed from downstairs. Tim’s stomach twisted into knots.
Caroline’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She took a deep breath and smoothed down her lingerie before glancing at Sasha. “Will you get that?” she asked, her voice carrying a subtle thrill.
“Of course,” Sasha replied with a smirk, heading for the door.
Tim remained kneeling, his body stiff, every nerve in his body on edge. He didn’t know if he was more nervous, jealous, or something else entirely. But one thing was clear—after tonight, there would be no more questions about his place.
Tim knelt in the corner of the dimly lit bedroom, his body tense, his heart pounding in his chest. The soft fabric of the pink underwear Sasha had given him clung to his skin, a constant reminder of his place in this dynamic. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—jealousy, humiliation, anticipation.
Downstairs, he heard the faint sound of Sasha opening the door, followed by the low murmur of voices. Caroline sat at the edge of the bed, smoothing down the delicate fabric of her lingerie as she caught Tim’s gaze in the mirror. She looked stunning, confident, fully in control.
“You understand why this is happening, don’t you, Tim?” she asked casually, adjusting a strap on her shoulder.
Tim swallowed hard, nodding slightly, though his throat felt tight. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Caroline smirked, standing up and stepping toward him. “I hope you do,” she murmured, brushing a hand lightly under his chin, forcing him to look up at her. “Because tonight is about making sure you fully accept it.”
Just then, Sasha returned, her energy light and electric as she reentered the room. “He’s here,” she said, her voice practically buzzing. “Everything’s set.”
Tim inhaled sharply, his stomach twisting into knots.
Caroline’s smile widened. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Be good for me tonight,” she whispered before turning away.
Sasha led the man into the bedroom. “Stay quiet,” she instructed Tim, her tone sharp.
Tim’s cheeks burned as he knelt in the corner, his eyes fixed on the floor as Caroline and her lover undressed. He couldn’t help but glance up as the man’s hands roamed over Caroline’s body, pulling her close as they kissed passionately.
Caroline moaned softly as the man pushed her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed into her. Tim’s stomach twisted as he watched, every thrust a painful reminder of his inadequacy. Caroline’s cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, her voice louder and more uninhibited than he’d ever heard it with him.
Sasha stayed beside him, her presence unwavering. She leaned down occasionally, whispering soft taunts in his ear, reminding him why he was in this position.
“You see, Tim,” she murmured at one point, “this is what Caroline needs. This is what fulfills her.”
Tim clenched his fists, his entire body burning with humiliation. He couldn’t believe the size of the cock Caroline was gleefully taking; it was already four times the size of his, the way it stretched her, her noises, her expression… He wanted to look away, to block it all out, but he couldn’t. He had to accept it.
“Still think you deserve to be inside her?” Sasha teased, tilting her head as she studied his expression.
Tim swallowed hard, his breath unsteady. He didn’t answer.
“God, you’re so deep, fuck my married pussy,” she gasped, her nails digging into the man’s back, while looking over to make eye contact with Tim.
Tim’s small, caged erection throbbed painfully, his jealousy and arousal warring inside him as he struggled to stay silent. This was the first time Tim had seen her naked body in many months.
“Let me suck your dick,” Caroline begged. She got on her hands and needs, her hand unable to fully close around his thickness, struggling to fit him her mouth.
Tim sat stunned at what he was seeing: the reserved, prudish wife that he’d always known, acting like a total slut, begging to do things for this man that she’d always refused to do for him.
“Fuck me from behind!”
The man took Caroline from behind, pounding her as she faced Tim, looking him in his eyes. Her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans and screams were painful yet intoxicating simultaneously.
The man came inside Caroline, then cast her aside like a used toy.
When it was over, the man dressed and left with a satisfied smirk, leaving Caroline sprawled on the bed, her hair messed and her skin glowing with sweat. Exhausted and out of breath, ravaged and used. Tim was still in shock at what he’d seen happen to his once innocent wife. Fucked and used like a slut, and she loved every minute of it.
She glanced over at Tim, a sly smile curling her lips. “Come here,” she said softly, crooking her finger.
Tim obeyed, crawling to the edge of the bed.
“Lick my pussy,” Caroline ordered, spreading her legs.
Tim hesitated, his stomach churning. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, the evidence of her satisfaction glistening between her thighs. But his desperation outweighed his discomfort, and he lowered his head, pressing his tongue to her slick folds.
Caroline sighed contentedly, running her fingers through his hair. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “He was so good tonight,” she said, her tone teasing. “He fucked me so hard. I couldn’t stop screaming his name.”
Tim whimpered, his cheeks burning as he continued to lick her.
“He filled me up so perfectly,” she continued, her voice turning dreamy. “Every inch of him was just… incredible, he was so big.”
Tim’s tongue faltered, but Caroline’s hand tightened in his hair. “Don’t stop,” she said sharply.
Tim obeyed, his humiliation deepening with every word.
When Caroline finally reached her climax, her body trembling beneath his tongue, she pushed him back gently, her hazel eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“That was so fucking hot!” Sasha clapped her hands together, her grin wide. “I think we’ve made some real progress tonight,” she said, exchanging a look with Caroline.
Tim knew, deep down, that this night had changed things permanently. There would be no more questions, no more hesitation. He had learned his place.
And Caroline wouldn’t have it any other way.
