Morning came slowly.
I stretched under the covers, sore but rested, body warm from a night of being held instead of used. It felt surreal. No barking, no streaming lights, no vibrating plugs. Just… soft.
But that didn't last.
Amber walked in holding a pink plastic case and a clipboard.
"Up, SISSY."
I sat up without hesitation. My leash wasn't attached, but I still crawled to the end of the bed and knelt, posture perfect.
She pulled out a pair of latex gloves, snapped them on, and opened the case with precision. Inside: a stainless steel ruler, a small camera, a measuring caliper, and a clipboard labeled"SISSY SHRINK LOG."
"It's time for your Cage Check."
I swallowed.
She unclicked the cage and slowly removed it. My cock flopped forward—soft, useless, trembling from the cold air. Amber didn't speak. She gently lifted it, pressed the ruler beneath it, and pushed the shaft downward with the flat of her finger.
She squinted, adjusted her angle, and made a small sound of disappointment.
"Four point eight centimeters. That's it? After everything I've done to you?"
I felt heat rise in my face. Four point eight. Still far from the goal. Still too big.
Amber clicked her pen and jotted it down in the log.
"Target is one point five. You're not even halfway there."
She set the clipboard down and pulled out the second case.
A matte black device. Sleek. Silent. Final.
"This was supposed to be your endgame," she said, holding it up. "But clearly you need more motivation."
It was a flat chastity shield—zero space for an erection. Just a sealed, cold panel to flatten my cock against my body and press it into nothingness. A single slit at the end allowed for leaking.
Amber pressed it to my groin, pushed my cock flat, and locked it into place.
I whimpered as the pressure mounted—tight, inescapable, humiliating.
She stood back and stared.
"Perfect. Your cock doesn't even exist anymore. And when it does again… it'll be smaller."
She snapped a photo with her phone and uploaded it to the teaser stream page.
Caption:"Shrinking slower than expected. Time to break him flat."
Then she looked down and smiled.
"Better hope it works, puppy. Because if you don't hit 3.5 by next month, we start injections."