kylie wells

Sleeping Beauty; Kylie Jenner Smut

Days at work felt as if all they ever did was drag on and on, but that was partially due to the fact that I was so antsy to get home to my beautiful girlfriend, Kylie. We’d been dating around six months and already moved in together. Things moved quite fast between us, but I most certainly didn’t mind. I was already head over heels and she felt the same. We were attached at the hip practically, except for when I was working. Although she’d told me time after time I could pursue a career in acting or modeling, I still wanted to keep my job. Today had started off so well, from Kylie giving me morning head to wake me up, that I couldn’t wait to get home to her.

My drive home was a good twenty minutes, but twenty minutes too long if you’d ask me. Finally pulling into our driveway, I got out of the car faster than I usually do and made my way into the house. Luckily, I hadn’t called out Kylie’s name since I saw right away that she was fast asleep on the couch. The model looked blissfully adorable as she was lounged on the couch in her cropped sweatshirt and underwear, but at the same time incredibly irresistible. As I gazed at my beautiful girlfriend, an idea popped into my mind. Putting my stuff down, I tip toed over to the couch where I carefully moved between her legs and was positioned right in front of her core. With a smirk, I let two fingers carefully rub over her clit through her underwear. As I did that, my girlfriend began to stir in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered the slightest, but she remained asleep through my gentle touches.

Sitting up on my knees, I delicately tugged her panties down her legs and discarded them off to the side. As I bent back down to her core, I noticed she was already wet and a grin turned up at the corners of my mouth. Someone was getting herself off before she took her nap. Leaning in, I let my tongue take a slow swipe along her slit, just enough to start waking her up. My eyes remained gazing at her perfect figure when I took her clit into my mouth and began sucking lightly.  With that, I noticed my girlfriend start to stir more until her eyes fluttered open to look downcast on me. I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at either end of my mouth when I noticed her initially sleepy eyes darken with lust. “Did I wake you, princess?” I mumbled. As Kylie nodded, I noticed a flash of dominance rush over her as her hands rushed to rake through my hair and then push my head back down against her pussy. “Don’t you dare stop eating me out until I’m cumming.” She demanded and I did exactly as she said.

Harshly, I began sucking at her clit, feeling her body contort below me while moans were belted out. Moving my hand up, I gripped at her thighs before letting her index and middle finger drag to her center. My two fingers began pumping in and out of her. My eyes didn’t look away from her face as I curled my fingers inside of her just to see the way her jaw went ajar when louder groans filled the room. My entire focus was on my girlfriend below me and making her feel better than ever. Kylie’s hips arched upwards as I took her clit between my teeth and let my fingers pump in and out of her at a faster speed. I watched as her lower lip was tugged between her teeth to conceal a moan, jerking her hips up against my touch. The speed of my fingers pumping and curling inside of her increased and I felt as her body tense up below me. Her release was approaching and I wanted it to be incredible for her. My tongue lapsed over her clit over and over and I slid another finger into her, attempting to further her along. Before I knew it, her head fell back against the couch and a sling of curse words were leaving her lips.

Almost immediately after her climax, Kylie yanked me up by my hair to her level and looked me straight in the eyes before our lips collided with one another’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.” She muttered before her teeth sunk into my bottom lip, tugging at it before releasing. Taking me up to the bedroom, she shoved me down onto the bed. “On your hands and knees, slut.” She commanded, and I obeyed immediately. I loved when Kylie got dominant like this. She came up beside me and pressed her lips to mine. “Don’t even think of looking back, either.” She said before walking away, leaving me dripping and staring at the wall. Lust was growing within me. I was aching to see what she had in store for me as I sat hands and knees on the bed, ass up in the air. 

Caught off guard in the middle of my thoughts, I felt a strike come down against my ass and a loud gasp escaped through my lips. Little did I know, behind me, my girlfriend was putting on a strap on. That was followed by the shift as Kylie kneeled behind me. I had been expecting her to eat me out, but what I got was even better. The feeling of the tip of a dildo grazed along my dripping wet slit, teasing over my clit. I couldn’t help the moan that fell past my lips. “You like the feeling of this cock on you, babygirl?” To which, I nodded my head and that earned me a spank. “Use your fucking words.” She demanded. “I love it, mommy.” I whined, attempting to jerk my hips backwards. “Such an eager slut.” She muttered and continued to tease the cock against my cunt. “Beg for it.” 

“Please, fuck me.” I began, almost sounding exasperated. “I ate you out so well. Make your girl feel as good as you did.” I was trying to tempt her and it worked as I felt the hard cock slide into me, followed by the sound of my moan once again. Soon enough, she picked up and a rhythm and was just about pounding into me at a fast and steady pace. Her hands reached down to grip at my hips, scratching gently at them. My moans echoed throughout the room as she thrusted her hips to slide in and out of me until my core clenched around the length and I reached my climax. “Fuck.” I gasped as I dropped down onto the bed, catching my breath.

I had a few moments of just hearing my own breathing until I felt the shift in the bed again, then a vibrating sound. “We aren’t even close to done.” My girlfriend whispered in a seductive tone.

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sorry this took so long, babes! busy times, but i’m back and hope you enjoyed this. let me know if i should make a part two??

Maria// Justin Bieber Imagine

Hey can u please do me an imagine where me and justin have a huge fight and I try to leave but he won’t let me, btw my name is emily ? xxx

Found this in my drafts so I thought I’d post it. Part 2 maybe?

*****

“Talking ‘bout at the studio. Are you serious?” You whisper- yell at yourself. “Don’t even have the fucking brain to come up with something better.”

“Y/N, wait on me!” Your best friend, Kylie yells.

“Talking ‘bout ‘Baby, I love you’ but you out fucking some bitch behind my back.” You stomp your foot across the grass with rage. “You’re messing with the wrong girl.”

Kylie yanks your arm. “I bet it’s not what it looks like!” She desperately tries.

“If you’re not on my fucking side, leave.” You yank your arm back and march for the front door. Peaking inside of the little window, the little 2 story house seemed to be empty, but the GPS you put on Justin’s phone is telling you differently. Also, the Smart car outside is a dead give away.

You lift up the matt that says ‘Welcome’ and find a little shiny key hiding away. “How basic is this bitch?” You whisper, looking behind to find Kylie struggling in her heels to get across the grass. “If you’re going to cheat on me, at least show some respect and do it in a way I won’t find out.”

When you slide the key inside the lock and open the door, you are met with a simple little house. White walls in the hallway and a black rug laying across the floor. On the wall to the left there is a text you were too angry to read. After softly closing (not all the way) the door without a sound, you stepped foot in to the house. There’s a stairway on your right which you intended to use after you snooped around the living room across the hallway. No one is in there you noticed when walking. But nothing in the living room stood out more than the bright blue tricycle standing near the window. Your heart started to beat faster when you noticed the little kids toys. Books, paintings on the walls, baby clothing. The whole shebang. Your eyes watered and you wiped an escaped tear away. When you turned a around, Kylie was standing behind you, looking at the living room in shock. “I’m sure he can explain.” She whispers and you nod, walking past her, heading for the stairs.

All that was going through your head was 'He has a kid’ repeatedly. What if he does have a kid? Would you help him take care of it? You’re 20 years old, your life is just starting. Hell, you’re not even legally allowed to drink yet so how on earth are you supposed to take care of a child?

All these thoughts were running through your mind before you reached the top of the stairs, Kylie long forgotten. This was the moment of truth.

“Should I put it in there, sweetheart?” Your heart rate raged up when you heard his voice. Your boyfriend’s voice. Justin’s gentle, soothing voice. But he wasn’t talking to you. His voice was coming from a room. A room that says 'Sarah’ on the door in pink decorated letters. And you might have stood there for an hour, staring at the letters, while your heart was breaking and tears were spilling. Contemplating whether you would be able to handle what you are about to see.

Your fingers traced the door knop before grabbing it in your hand lightly. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and turned it. The anticipation was deadly.

“I don’t think it’ll fit, Sar-” Justin’s voice suddenly caught it up in his throat when you opened the door. When your watery eyes met his hazel ones, his brows furrowed. “Y/N, how did y- I mean what are you doing here?”

It took a while for you to register the sight in front of you. Justin, one hand placed around a Barbie doll and one hand on the back of a young little girl around the age of 5, most likely 'Sarah’. Sarah has a little afro and light skin. The little girl was still busy trying to fit some doll into a doll house before she turned to you, noticing the interruption. Her big doe eyes were shining even though there wasn’t that much light. Her eyes then slid to behind me along with Justin’s.

“Sarah, why don’t you go find your mom for a bit?” Your heart clenched and you closed your eyes.

Sarah nods. You feel Kylie squeeze your hand for a second. “Please tell me it’s not what it looks like.” You plea, looking at Justin pulling himself up from the ground. You looked away from him. Suddenly you noticed the bright pink walls with pictures of multiple woman framed.

Justin sighs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “It’s not what it looks like, Y/N.” Never have words really made you feel better but the words he uttered next, made your heart skip a beat and lifted the heaviness off of it too. “She’s not my daughter.”

Kylie sighed as well. Minutes tick by. It felt like hours though. Why on earth would Justin go out of his way to hide this girl from you? Why would he say he’s going to the studio when he’s out playing house.

“Justin, who are these two?” A new voice joined in. You turn around and face a pretty black woman with Sarah resting on her hip. The woman has a thick blue robe wrapped around her and bright green fuzzy socks on. Her hair is wrapped up in a cloth. She looks young. Maybe even the same age as you.

"This is my girlfriend Y/N.” Justin speaks with a raspy voice, pointing at you. You smile at her and quickly wipe your tears away. “And this is a friend of mine, Kylie”

"Hi.” You speak, reaching to shake the extended hand of the woman.

“My name is Simone.”

“Nice to meet you Simone. I really have to go now, though.” You hurriedly whisper and remove yourself from the situation. It’s too much. You didn’t understand anything but what you did understand was that you had to get out of there as fast as you could.

You did something you are best at. You ran. Down the stairs and to your car.

fear-humans-not-wolves  asked:

About the BTS FESTA post where Junkook wrote 'you've worked hard ...' to Jimin. Some people were saying that it was a song recomendation.

Really? I didn’t think it was a recommendation…You can even look up what he wrote in Google and there are no results. I guess you can never know for sure though. EDIT: @bangtaened said that K-ARMYs said it is the song “수고했어, 오늘도” but he wrote “오늘도 수고했어요.” I mean they both have the same meaning, but the title in Korean isn’t the same, so I’m a bit confused, but oh well…
- Kylie

I’M BACK!

CHAPTER 82 WILL ARRIVE BY MONDAY! I WILL MAKE SURE TO INCLUDE A QUICK RECAP OF THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENTS TO KEEP IN MIND WHEN GOING IN TO THE CHAPTER AND LINKS TO RE-READ SOME THINGS IF YOU WANT. THIS STORY WILL END AT CHAPTER 100 AND THEN I HAVE A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR YOU GUYS! message me with any questions you have! I’ll be doing a q&a until monday! 

STAY TUNED YALL! WELDONE IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER!

(Pool lust) (Kylie Jenner/(y/n)

Kylie had posted the sexiest picture on Instagram today so when she asked me to come over to her house since everyone was gone I instantly said yes.Kylie and I have been friends for a couple of years now,we would mess around with each other,we have fucked a couple of times,we just were so crazily attracted to each other and today I wanted to fuck her.i arrived to her house,I walked out to the pool,there she was “(y/n) your finally here now,I was totally bored"she said standing up,she was wearing the smallest white bikini ever "yes I had to chose a good bikini"I said,we kissed on the mouth "it was pointless though because we both know we will end up in nothing"she said "that is true"I said smirking,I took my romper off and showed my tribal print bikini "your tits look nice in that"she said "thanks Kylie,I can see your pussy through that bottom"I said "I’m glad you can"she said winking "so should we take a swim?"I said "yes,you go in first loser"she said pushing me in,I shirked at how cold the water was,I came back up to the water laughing,my top was missing,Kylie swam next to me "look at those"she said staring at my boobs,we started kissing,I started nibbling at her neck ”(y/n) let’s go fuck"she said “alright doll"I said,we got out of the water,she lead me to one of the couches in the patio "I want to fuck you outdoors"she said "fine with me"I said,she strattled me,she leaned down to my boobs,she began by kissing them "they need some love,baby"she said "they do"I said,she began to lick around my nipple,she got to my nipple and nibbled it,I moaned "not yet babe"she said,she began gently sucking on it,it was so sexy when she did that,she began sucking hard "Kylie!"I moaned,she did the same to the other one,she began hip thrusting,my boobs were moving around "I love to watch your boobs bounce around"she said laughing,I touched them,I flipped her over,I began to kiss her,I took her top of,I began to kiss her neck and made myself down to her boobs,I began sucking on her nipple,I pinched the other one,she moaned,I pulled her panties down and began to kitty lick her pussy,"yes (y/n)"she said "no I’ve got other plans"I said,I pulled my bottom off,I got up again,I aligned myself to her pussy,I began to grind against hers,I could hear our pussies rubbing against each other’s,Kylie was moaning,I was too "I’m close baby"she said "me too babe"I said,she arched her back,I closed my eyes,I moaned loud as I cummed,Kylie had orgasmed as well,I got off her,I licked her juices away "we should do this more often"I said as we kissed "agreed"she said.

who was that chick that said 2016 was the year of realizing things? kylie jenner? well she was a liar. the year of realizing things is whatever year you decide you’ve had enough

filterlessmia  asked:

Hi! For the ask, "When did you fall in love with Omelia?"

Hey Kylie!!! :) well, I can’t point out exactly when I fell in love with Omelia lol. It’s a gradual thing I guess- they slowly grew on me :) I started seriously shipping them after their first kiss. It was when I realised that they belonged to each other ;)

A Short Story of A similar situation (Longer story but worth it)!

Chapter 1: How it began.

I should state from the outset that my wife Kylie has always relished many of the kinkier aspects of sex. Kylie is 27 years of age, with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, and she stands at about 5’ 5". She has green eyes, and full pouty lips set upon a sharply featured little fox face. Her figure could best be described as slightly buxom; she has strong, shapely legs, wide hips that curve into a narrow waist, and a magnificent pair of 36D breasts. All in all, she could be described as a very attractive lady, and she has no shortage of appreciative male stares when she is out in public.

We have been married three years (no kids for now), and our sex life is, if anything, hotter than when we first met. We both delighted in exploring all aspects of our sexuality, and we held nothing back from each other. Emotionally we are very close, and we have total trust in each other. Role-play was a very active part of our love life, and we spent many a night acting out numerous fantasies.

Whilst Kylie isn’t into ‘femdom’ as a lifestyle choice, she certainly relished many aspects of femdom play, including pussy and ass worship, tease and denial, verbal humiliation and sometimes foot worship. As I have a submissive streak, I was more than happy to play along with her whims, and role-play with strong femdom overtones occurred more and more frequently.

Kylie had armed herself with several sturdy wrist and ankle cuffs, which she sometimes used to restrain me in a variety of places and positions. She would then force me to lick and suck her toes, or orally worship her ass and pussy. She had even bought a leather flogger, which she would freely use on my naked backside if she considered that I was not licking her nether regions with enough zest.

About six months ago, we began experimenting with male chastity. Kylie had discovered these wicked little devices whilst net surfing. I had always had a little fetish for tease and denial (a fact Kylie well knew, and made very good use of), and she eagerly encouraged me to order one of the devices, called a Curve. I freely admit that I didn’t need a lot of encouragement; I, too, was intrigued by the concept of being forcefully denied, and I was looking forward to trying it. So order the Curve I did.

The Curve duly arrived in the post. It consisted of a cage portion, which was a clear plastic tube, and several hinged cuff rings of differing diameters. A cuff ring of the right width was fitted and enclosed around the base of the penis, behind the testes. The penis was inserted into the tube, which was then was fixed onto the ring using locking pins secured by a small padlock. The penis was then effectively 'locked up’.

I had read on the internet that be best way to get used to wearing the tube was to start with short sessions, and gradually increase the amount of time the tube was worn. This would apparently 'harden up’ the sensitive skin at the root of the penis. I followed this advice, and after some initial minor chaffing and irritation, I found that I hardly noticed I was wearing the tube at all. I had to sit down to urinate, and I was occasionally awakened by nocturnal erections pulling the cuff ring tightly against my scrotum and testes, but apart from that I had no problems whatsoever. Within a couple of months I was able to wear the tube constantly with no soreness or irritation.

Kylie was delighted with my new 'toy’, and she soon starting thinking of ways to make the best use of it. She stated the chastity tube would tie in very well with any games we played that had femdom overtones. I could see her point; what better way for a woman to show her dominance over a man than to control both his cock and his climaxes?

After some discussion, we settled on a fairly long-term strategy for my chastity play; I was to wear the tube full-time six days a week, from Sunday until the following Saturday. During this time I would not be able to climax, although Kylie could request oral service from me at any time. Kylie would then release me on Saturday night, and she would then allow me to climax by her either orally pleasing me, or via intercourse.

Kylie had a ball (or two) with my enforced chastity, and I admit that I loved it as well. She began to experiment with ways to titillate and arouse me in my chaste state. I have always had a cuckold fantasy, in which Kylie would be eagerly mounted by a well-hung stud. Kylie knew of this fantasy, and had told me that whilst she completely accepted that I got off imagining her fucking another guy, she had no current desire to bring it to life. I noted the use of the qualifier 'no current desire’ with some excitement.

Now that I was locked up, however, Kylie began using this fantasy more and more in an effort to arouse me; she would teasingly state that since my cock was locked up and unavailable, she just might have to find another hard cock to satisfy her. When she said things like this, I would always harden immediately inside of the Curve.

Another wicked avenue that she began to explore and expand was the verbal belittling of my cock size. I actually had a cock that measured over six and a half inches - but Kylie had long ago discovered that she could excite me by telling me how 'small’ I was. Since I started wearing the Curve she seemed to enjoy making up deliciously evil pet names for me - starting with subtle tags like 'little slave’, 'shorty’, 'pee-wee’, and 'little one’. She quickly became more brazen, however, and the formerly mild slurs transformed into 'pin-dick’, 'micro-cock’, 'tiny tool’, 'needle-dick’, and (worst of all) 'bug-fucker’.

Whether it was because my cock was locked up or not, I don’t know, but I found that hearing her purr these kinky little insults in her soft, sultry voice made me literally tingle with excitement! Kylie, of course, took gleeful note of my reaction, and this only increased both the intensity and frequency of her wicked name-calling.

One Saturday night, after my cock had been freed and I had made fervent love to Kylie, the subject of the chastity tube came up. I idly (and perhaps foolishly, as it turned out) remarked to Kylie that I could quite easily duplicate the Curve device in stainless steel, which would be a lot more secure. My former profession as a metal fabricator gave me the needed skills in welding and metalwork, and decorative metalwork was still a hobby of mine; I had all the equipment and tools I needed to fabricate a close facsimile of the tube in metal. I was perhaps boasting - but it was a boast that kind of backfired, as you will see.

Kylie was immediately interested, and commented how hot it would be have her 'little slave’ encased in a hard, unyielding metal 'toy’ instead of a plastic one. The more I thought about the notion, the more turned on I became myself.

And so I began work on a steel version of the Curve. At such short notice the only curved steel tubing I could find was slightly narrower than the plastic Curve, and I was forced to use a decorative hollow stainless steel dome from a plumbing supply store as an end cap for the tube. Within a week I had indeed duplicated the device in stainless steel, and had even made a few minor design improvements.

Naturally, hygiene was important with any such device, and the upper section of the tube was peppered with a dozen straight lines of small, evenly spaced holes all the way down to the end cap. This meant that water and soap could freely enter the tube when I showered, and it also meant that considerable weight was removed as well. I would still remove the tube completely every few days so that I could properly cleanse myself.

I had just made one minor miscalculation; the tube was slightly over a quarter-inch shorter than it was supposed to be. By the time I had discovered my error, it was too late to make changes, and I wasn’t going to start afresh. The new tube was, therefore, a very snug fit, being both a little narrower and shorter than the original plastic Curve.

Kylie was enthralled as I fitted the highly polished steel device for the first time, and she closed the little padlock with a sharp click and flashed me a sexy smile. One of the keys to the lock was soon dangling from her necklace, and Kylie hid the other key somewhere in the house. This was in case she wasn’t present and I needed to take the tube off quickly; I could call her cell phone and ask for the location of the hidden key, and thus be able to free myself should the need arise. I had to admit that knowing my cock was now imprisoned in steel added to the thrill of being 'locked up’.

It took a few weeks to adjust to wearing the shorter, narrower tube six days a week. I was still awakened some nights by nocturnal erections pressing tightly against the confines of the tube, pulling the steel ring behind my scrotum tightly outwards. Urinating soon eased the discomfort, and for me it wasn’t a great problem - more of a minor inconvenience, and I found that these episodes lessened over time in any event.

Kylie was also happy with the new device. She never tired of sliding her hand down to it as we lay in bed, loving the smooth, hard feel of the metal tube. She would lay back, smile sweetly, and say something like:

“Mmm, you’re all safely locked away again, honey. Why don’t you get down there and lick me, seeing that you won’t be doing anything with that little dick of yours for another few days.”

Naturally I would eagerly oblige her, licking her to climax as my imprisoned cock hardened and throbbed in impotent frustration inside the metal tube. After she had climaxed, Kylie loved to taunt me further, saying things like: “Thank you, baby. That was sooo nice! Just six more days until you come out of your little toy, and then maybe I will give your tiny cock a little suck as a reward!” She would giggle at my soft moan of frustration.

In many ways the Curve added a new dimension to our role-play. Kylie said it was a turn on for her to see my own impotent craving and frustration compel me to sexually serve her, and to drive me to lick her ass and pussy with such devotion and enthusiasm. She would sometimes have me strip, and cuff my wrists behind my back, and I would spend many hours kneeling in front of her as she lay sprawled on the couch, my lips and tongue gently caressing her labia and clitoris. She loved to peer down and see that the tube had arisen to half-mast as my cock throbbed inside of it, my balls tightly ballooned as they hung under the Curve like two ripe plums ready for plucking. She would softly giggle, and then instruct me to make her climax. “All for me,” she would say. “And none for you - not till the weekend, Little one! Your poor little balls look SO full, Lover - too bad they won’t be emptied for a few days!”

I guess that this form of role-play wasn’t for everyone - but I relished being Kylie’s 'Little slave’ for six days a week. If I had known where it was all leading, I may have approached the matter with a bit more caution.

Or maybe I wouldn’t have.

Chapter 2: A startling discovery, and Kylie’s proposal.

It was 11:30 on a Saturday night, and I had just taken off the tube and showered, and I was keenly looking forward to my regular night of passion with Kylie. I slipped into bed beside her, and my freed cock responded even to the simple touch of her warm skin against mine. Kylie smiled softly, and slid her hand down to my crotch. My cock rippled as her warm fingers encased it, slowly stroking it into full potency. I gave a soft moan and closed my eyes.

“Mmm…” Kylie hummed, “You get hard so fast these days, Lover. Keeping you locked up for me was such a good idea, hmm?”

I simply nodded as her strokes sent fireworks through my loins.

Kylie slid slowly downwards, and I knew it was only seconds before she took my emancipated cock into her warm, wet mouth. She kept stroking me as I felt her breath caress my lower stomach. I was now at full hardness, and Kylie ceased her ministrations. I waited in trembling anticipation to feel the first touch of her moist lips and tongue.

“You know what? I think your cock is shrinking.” Kylie announced softly

My eyelids fluttered open at my wife’s abrupt statement. I looked down to see her brows knitted, her pretty face a picture of concentration as she studied my penis intently.

“Huh?” was all I could manage to blurt out.

“I think your cock is shrinking, Lover. I mean really shrinking.” she repeated, not taking her eyes away from my erect tool. “I’m sure it used to be bigger than it is now. Do you think the new chastity tube is affecting it?” Kylie glanced up at my face. Her question startled me.

“Jesus, I never thought about that.” I replied honestly. “I guess that having it locked inside in the tube for 6 days a week for so long might be affecting it.”

Kylie smiled again. “There’s one way to find out. When we measured you last August you were a little over six and a half inches. Let’s measure it again.”

Kylie arose and went out into the hall. I took my cock between my fingers, examining it with quizzical eyes. Jesus, it did look a little smaller than usual! My wife returned with a wooden ruler.

She pressed the end of the ruler lightly alongside the base of my cock and measured.

“Hmm…” she mused. “Just over five and three-quarter inches. I was right - It is shrinking!”

My eyelids flickered again. “That can’t be right.” I muttered.

“Look for yourself.” Kylie replied. I glanced down to see that she was indeed measuring correctly - holding to ruler along the upper side of my cock, and measuring with the end of the ruler pressed gently to the pubic bone. I could clearly see that the tip of my tool reached to just over the five and three-quarter-inch mark. I had lost almost three-quarters of an inch in length since last August - only five months ago!

“Jesus Christ, it must be that fucking tube!” I hissed. I glanced at Kylie and added: “Or maybe I have gained a little weight. I have read that any weight gain means more fat on the pubic bone, which makes it seem like your cock is shrinking. It’s an illusion, it’s not really smaller, it just looks like it is…” My voice trailed off. I realised I was practically babbling.

Kylie shook her head firmly. “You haven’t gained any weight at all since August, Lover. I honestly think it’s because you have been wearing the tube almost constantly for the last six months. It’s causing you to lose a little length, and maybe some girth too.” She wrapped her hand around it again, as if to gauge its circumference. I felt my face redden.

“Well, that’s it!” I grunted. “I am not wearing the goddamned thing anymore!”

Kylie was watching my crestfallen face, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. Her lips slowly curled into a crooked smile.

“Do you really want to stop wearing it, Lover?” she purred, “I think you should keep wearing it, and that way you really will become my little Pin-dick, won’t you?” She sent me a sexy leer, tossed the ruler aside, and began stroking me again.

I fumbled for words. What Kylie was implying sent almost masochistic little trills of excitement through me. But becoming turned on by being teased that you had a small cock and actually having a small cock were two different things - weren’t they? I looked down at my tool again. Goddammit, it was smaller - and worse was that the fact was turning me on!

Kylie sped her strokes and continued: “How would that feel, Lover? To know that your cock is actually shrinking each time you put the tube on? Each time your cock gets hard inside it, it will get just a tiny little bit shorter - day after day, week after week… Mmm… How would that feel? How would you like to hear me call you my little Pin-dick, and know that it’s actually coming true?” Kylie unleashed a sharp teasing giggle and winked at me. Jesus, she knew how to push my Goddamned buttons!

My cock seemed to relish this perverse talk of its own impending demise; it was hard as a rock, and a rare string of pre-cum trickled from me as Kylie’s warm hand stroked gently up and down. She leaned towards me and kissed me, running her moist tongue over my lips. She slipped down to lie alongside me and quickly motioned for me to mount her. I shook as I settled between her soft, freshly-shaven legs. Her hand guided my cock to the entrance of her smooth cleft, and I gasped as I slid gratefully inside her. The silky moist heat of her pussy engulfed me, and my hips began pumping almost of their own volition.

Kylie continued her wicked verbal teasing. “So would you like that, Lover? To knowingly keep making your little cock even smaller for me? Would you do it as a gift for me, Baby? It would make me so hot and creamy to know that your cock is getting tinier each passing day! C'mon, Baby - fuck me with your little pecker! Maybe I should be a real little bitch, and only let you fuck me if you keep wearing the tube. Wouldn’t that be kinky, Lover? I could only let you fuck me if you wear something that is actually shrinking your cock! Wouldn’t that make me a nasty, wicked, kinky little bitch! Do you like that idea, little one?”

“Yes!” I rasped, almost involuntarily. I felt her warm, smooth legs curl over my back, and the moist heat of her pussy almost made me swoon.

Kylie giggled under me, and her green eyes glittered. “Mmm, I thought you would like that, Pin-dick. In fact, why don’t you make a new toy even smaller than the one you have now? That should speed up the process, shouldn’t it? You having to keep cramming your little cock inside a tube that gets smaller and smaller each month. Just imagine feeling your hard-on as it presses tightly against a smaller and smaller tube each month - your little pecker desperately trying to get as big as it used to get, but not being able to! I bet that will really start to shrivel that little-boy dick of yours!”

I moaned as I felt climax rushing towards me. Kylie’s hot pussy seemed to suck hungrily at my cock as it plunged into her.

My wicked wife continued: “So it’s settled then, Lover? We can even have a little ceremony at the end of each month where we measure your cock. Each time you lose a quarter inch? You can make another toy a little narrower, and a quarter inch shorter… ” Kylie giggled again, and simply hearing the wicked glee in her voice made my climax surge closer. She looked up into my eyes. “Lover? Do you realise that right now there is almost an inch less of you inside me than there was six months ago? Nearly an inch less of your cock inside of me! You really are going to be my little Needle-dick, aren’t you? Do you know what I am going to start calling you for real, Lover?”

“What?” I croaked. My loins fluttered as orgasm loomed ever nearer. Kylie gave a soft titter, and her sexy green eyes bored into mine.

“Bug-fucker!” she hissed. “My little Bug-fucker!”

With a final stifled scream, I climaxed inside her warm, moist pussy as Kylie’s soft laughter echoed like a final taunt.

Chapter 3: Kylie’s kinky game.

Kylie and I were sat in the kitchen the next morning, drinking coffee. Kylie had arisen from bed an hour earlier than me, and she soon steered our conversation to the fun and games of last night. She seemed keen to explore my thoughts regarding her lascivious proposition to deliberately try shrinking my penis. She had apparently done a little research on the Internet whilst I was still slumbering, because she handed me a piece of paper and said: “Looks like you are probably right, Lover. Take a look at what I found on the 'net.”

I read:

“A man’s penis can depend heavily upon regular erections in order to retain its mass. The penis contains two cylindrical, sponge-like structures that run parallel to the urethra. These structures, which run along the length of the penis, become engorged with blood in response to nerve impulses. The blood flow to the cylinders increases by about seven times the normal amount. This is what causes the penis to become erect and stiff.

"Several things can interfere with the proper functioning of these sponge-like structures - including the taking of certain drugs, certain medical conditions and procedures, unusual pressure on the perineum, or extended periods when the penis is constricted or compressed. If a man is unable to achieve a normal full erection (including nocturnal erections) for a prolonged duration, then there is evidence to suggest a loss of both penile length and girth might begin to occur.” Kylie had highlighted the last sentence with a green marker pen.

“Christ,” I muttered. “So it is that tube causing it to shrink!”

Kylie gave a noncommittal shrug. “Well, it certainly looks like it’s the prime suspect. You have been wearing it almost constantly for a long time, hun. And the new steel tube is a bit shorter and narrower than it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?”

I nodded, and sat for a few moments thinking about the situation. The knowledge that my cock had actually shrunk alarmed me, as it would alarm most men. But in some weird, kinky masochistic way I found that it excited me. Even thinking about it now caused my cock to twitch in anticipation. What was happening to me?

My wife, as though divining my thoughts, gave me a bemused smile. “So are you still game to go through with it, Honey? Do you wanna keep wearing the tube and see if your cock gets any smaller?”

I swallowed involuntarily. “The thought does kinda make me hot…”

Kylie grinned. “It makes you more than 'hot’, Honey, judging from your reaction last night. I haven’t seen you cum so fast in years. And I haven’t seen you leak pre-cum in ages, either.”

I blushed. “Ok, I admit that hearing some of the things you said really turned my crank. But any man would be worried about losing length off his cock.”

Kylie chuckled. “No doubt - but you aren’t the only guy to have strong fantasies about having a small dick, or get excited by having his wife or girlfriend tease him about it. It’s a mildly common humiliation fantasy, according to what I have read on the Internet. And apparently it has close links to many 'cuckold’ fantasies, as well. I checked that out, too.”

I gave a tentative grunt and finished my coffee. Trust Kylie to investigate my kinks in a thoroughly clinical fashion.

“How hard would it be to make a steel toy a little smaller than the one you have now?” Kylie asked, steering the conversation to a more practical level.

I puffed out my cheeks. “I would need to find a supplier that has tubing of the right type, and the right gauge and diameter. It’s not as easy to find as you might think. Also, the dome end caps of the right size and gauge are hard to find as well.”

“But you could do it if you have the right material?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Once I have everything, then it’s just a matter of cutting the parts to suit, and then some welding, reaming and other stuff.” The surreal quality of our conversation began to dawn on me. Here I was in a discussion with my wife about a plausible way to shrink my cock. Most other men would be doing the opposite. I almost felt like pinching myself
“Well, baby?” Kylie said, “If you really wanna play this game, then it’s up to you. I personally think it would be a very hot little game to play, but it’s not part of my anatomy that it might affect - it’s yours. So I will leave the decision up to you… little one.” She finished with a giggle.

I could feel myself blushing again. “Well, like I said - no man likes to imagine himself with less than he has already got, I guess.” I cleared my throat and added: “And I guess most guys worry about being able to satisfy their lady…”

Kylie smiled. “You are worried that if you do get smaller, then you won’t satisfy me?”

I nodded.

“Have no fear there, Honey” Kylie stated smoothly. “Firstly, I love you very much, and to be honest that is what matters above anything else. Secondly, I know that it really turns you on, and I love having that kind of effect on you - seeing you tremble and shiver and shake, and watching your face as I tease you about it! And thirdly, I do have to tell you that I would get a huge kick out of knowing I control you so completely that you would agree to do it - that you would virtually surrender even more of the most intimate part of yourself to me. And perhaps it’s very self-indulgent of me, but I would really enjoy being able to call you all those wicked, kinky little names, and there actually being some truth in them.”

Kylie paused and pondered for a second. “And anyway - if it turned out that you couldn’t handle it? I am sure that if you stopped wearing the tube and with some exercises that you would soon get back to your original size. I doubt very much that any change would be permanent, and these days there’s a shit load of ways to increase your size, honey.” She paused again and flashed her green eyes at me. “Besides - if you can’t satisfy me, then I may just have to go out and find a big, sexy guy who can - like you always wanted, hmm?” She flashed me a mock lust-filled leer.

I smiled at her comically lascivious expression, but at the same time Kylie’s allusion to my cuckold fantasy aroused me; a vision of Kylie panting under a well-hung lover flashed before me. My cock immediately began to harden.

I gulped again. “It would be very kinky, wouldn’t it?” I stated, trying to rid myself of the vision.

“What would be kinky?” Kylie asked. “Your cock getting smaller, or me finding myself a hot new bedtime playmate?”

“Both!” I replied, trying to make it sound like a joke. My heart fluttered.

Kylie laughed, but her eyes told me that she took more note of that comment than she made out. “You’re hopeless! So, are we gonna keep playing this game or not?”

I pondered the question. I had to admit that the thought of what Kylie had suggested did turn me on. I had almost masochistic visions of my wife measuring me again, and giggling as she informed me that I had lost yet more length from my cock. I made a mental note to do some checking into the psyche of masochists, and see how it applied to myself.

“If I can find tubing of the right sort, then we can play it” I said softly.
Kylie glanced at me. “Ok, Lover. As I said, I think it would be a lot of fun and very kinky! But you know that I am going to take this to the max, don’t you? I am probably going to be a very evil, kinky bitch if you do lose anymore length.”

I swallowed again, and my cock was again testing the steel confines of the tube. “I do know that - and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Kylie grinned wickedly. “Woohoo! Good! Now, Lover? All this talk has made me kinda frisky - and so I think its time that eager little tongue of yours got reacquainted with my pussy, don’t you?”

I couldn’t have agreed more. Within minutes the lounge room echoed to Kylie’s moans and exhortations as my lips and tongue explored her hot, juicy cleft.

Using the Internet I was able to locate a supplier who specialised in tubing components for the food and medical industry. They could, so I was informed, supply curved stainless steel tubing of the right type and size, and they also had end domes as well. I placed an order for half a dozen curved tubes - three tubes at 1 ¼ inches, and three tubes at 1 ½ inches. I was even able to order online, and the metal arrived in the post three days later. A glossy company catalogue accompanied the shipment.

Within a couple of days I had made another chastity tube - this one with a tube a quarter-inch shorter than my first version. After some hesitant thought, I decided to use a tube that had an internal diameter of 1 ¼ inches instead of the 1 ½ inches used in the original Curve; this was slightly smaller again than my current steel tube. The stainless steel cuff ring remained the same size.

Kylie smiled and gave me a soft wolf-whistle when she saw it fitted for the first time.

“Mmm, a very snug fit, Lover.” she purred as she ran her fingertips over the shiny tube. “So are we ready to play our little game now?”

I nodded, and handed her the key to the padlock. It was soon clipped onto a small snap on her necklace. I sighed enviously as I watched it disappear down into her considerable cleavage.

“Okay. Well, it’s the twenty-fourth today. How about we measure you again on the last Saturday of the next month? That gives you almost five weeks inside your tight new toy. Does that sound ok?”

Again I nodded. Kylie laughed.

“Don’t look so glum, Sexy!” she chided me. “After all, with this little game 'less’ could very well turn out to be 'more’!”

It turned out that she was correct.