Day 146

I have returned to wearing the cage.  It wasn't until I slipped it on that I realised how much I'd missed it.  It feels secure.  While the frustration is the same, there's the added security in knowing I can't get completely hard or squeeze myself.

I did feel a little conspicuous in a coffee shop today.  I realised, as I sat in my shorts, that the cage was pretty obvious.  Not as a cage, you understand.  It looked rather like I had a 3.5" erection!  I'm pretty sure the women sitting at the table next to me saw it.

Which makes me realise that when I'm wearing the cage I actually do have a pathetically small penis!  No wonder A suggested I wear it when she humiliates me in front of others.

Speaking of which, I read a great SPH challenge yesterday.  The idea is for a man with a small penis to, somehow, let a woman know about his size restriction.  This, in itself isn't much of a dare but the delicious twist is that the woman has to be someone he works with and dislikes.  The idea being she is the last person in the world he'd want to know for fear of her telling others and, basically, making his life hell.

The challenge I read was accomplished by a guy who set up a few fake email addresses and, by pretending to be a couple of women who also worked in the same company, gradually, let this woman know.  He reported that it was excruciatingly humiliating the next time he saw her at work and since doing it, he suffers every time they're together.

Makes me wish I worked with a woman that I hated!  Then I could get A to let her know.  Much easier than fake emails.

Yesterday I had a ruined orgasm and emptied my balls with no satisfaction.