Small and Pink

 

I looked at the small, pink chastity cage my wife held in her hand. I wanted to look away but was afraid I'd shift my gaze to her breasts, knew that wasn't a good idea, so I kept my eyes fixed on it.

"Well?" she asked.

"It...it's smaller than I expected," I said, wincing as the words slipped out, as she laughed.

"I know the feeling," she said. "It's supposed to be small. Ironically, the smaller it is the more comfortable."

"More comfortable?"

"Swelling causes discomfort," she said, "the less room to swell, the less chance of discomfort. We got one that you'll fill when you're flaccid."

"It...it's pink," I said. 

"That was his idea," she said. "I was going to get a white one but he said pink would be more emasculating. You know how he is about that..."

"Hon..."

"It's cute...it matches the bra an panty sets..."

"Hon...I...I think...I think we should talk about..."

"He already made up his mind," she said.

"W...when?"

"Now," she said.

"Now?"

"He wants the key tonight," she said.

"You...you're giving him the key?"

She smiled softly, tenderly. "No, love, you are."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You're giving him the key and...and thanking him for taking charge of us."