I’m still trying to sort a new PC out … but everything is conspiring to stop me. I suspect it won’t be until near the end of September that I’m able to start posting properly again. In the meantime, though, I got a few minutes yesterday to sort out these photos from last Friday.

I am still alive and well. Just not been able to get a computer running, but I got a few minutes yesterday to sort out these photos from 8th May. I’m afraid now realistically it won’t be until towards the end of September that I’m able to start posting again.

Sadly I am going to be offline for some time. My computer crashed yesterday and I have no immediate replacement so won't be able to post. At this stage unfortunately I have no ETA for when I'll be back.

Yesterday, 7th. "Cage it!" she ordered. That was it. No further instruction. I know better than to ask or argue. She had made it clear what the default cage was. Hopefully by obeying quickly it'd put her in a decent mood for the day!

Yesterday, 6th. 3/3 Eventually she got home, checked the locks carefully and then feigned disappointment that I hadn't "cheated" ... and then rather reluctantly told me I was permitted to remove the cage.

Yesterday, 6th. 2/3 Double-locked in the spiked cage whilst she was out. One of the "proof photos" she demanded to ensure I hadn't removed the screw-in spikes. She only allows a few seconds to respond to the messages.

Yesterday, 6th. 1/3 "I'm off out. I'll be some time. Beg to be permitted to double-lock the worm. In the default cage, of course, your favourite! And remember I'll be sending messages through for proof the device is on and you haven't tampered with it or the screw-in spikes!"

Yesterday, 5th. She opted to "keep it simple and easy for the worm". (Her words, not mine!) Doing your best to avoid an erection is definitely the only way to keep the pain under control when your cock is gripped in this horrible device.

Yesterday Monday 4th. Bank Holiday. 2/2 Removal of the cage at last.

Yesterday Monday 4th. Bank Holiday. 1/2 "You get a day off work today. But not housework, of course, it just means I can give you more to do, doesn't it? But first you need to lock the little worm away, don't you? And then I'll give you your list of chores."

Yesterday, Sunday 3rd. "I don't think the worm got long enough in the screw-in spikes before its nettling to enjoy them properly. So you can re-fit that contraption, only this time with the screws further down it making sure the head is exposed all the time!"

Yesterday, Saturday 2nd May. 4/4 Early in the afternoon she decided I was to lock it up again! Just four hours after the nettling. Not a good day for my cock, as I'm sure you'll agree...

Yesterday, Saturday 2nd May. 3/4 Unusually she decided I was not to re-lock it after the nettling. "You can leave it unlocked, but I warn you: if that thing spurts its nasty juice then I'll get out the Finalon however much you might think it's a touch sore already."

Yesterday, Saturday 2nd May. 2/4 A few hours later. A very, very sore cock. It wasn't one of her worst nettlings but the nettles, for some reason, seemed particularly stingy!

Yesterday, Saturday 2nd May. 1/4 A very bad start to my day. "Time for you to beg!" she ordered. "Beg to pop the worm in the spikes ready for me to spoil it. Then return to me and beg to prepare the nettles. Then beg for me to nettle that nasty miserable worm!"

Yesterday, 1st May. 2/2 These photos seem a long time ago now. Things looked bad for my cock this morning. It doesn't look anywhere near as happy now as it did in those photos ... as you'll see when I post tomorrow.

Yesterday, 1st May. 1/2 I was told to put the worm in the long tube for the day. Naturally I did as I was told. To be honest, there are worse devices, and at least it wasn't the spiked cage again!

Yesterday, 30th April. 2/2 Spiked cage sadly. But I did get a bit of sunbathing in!

Yesterday, 30th April. 1/2 She wasn't in a good mood. "I can't be bothered with getting you to beg today," she said bluntly. "Just go and lock the horrid thing away!" Sadly, since she did not stipulate a device that meant "the default" which she had decided was the spiked cage.

Yesterday, 29th. 3/3 See previous post. I was sent to harvest new nettles. "That has delayed my plans which I am not happy about," she said. "And if you let them fall over then it'll be Finalgon for the worm instead - thrice. So you'd better make sure they don't, hadn't you?"

Yesterday, 29th. 2/3 See previous post. This is what I found when I went to check the nettles: the wind had blown them over and they were ruined. I knew she wasn't going to be happy ... and she wasn't. "On your knees!" she commanded. "And beg right now to harvest a new bunch!"

Yesterday, 29th. 1/3 "Just a simple small cage today, I think," she said, continuing, "I think it may not be on for long. Oh, and go and check on the nettles for me, will you?" That all sounded rather ominous and I suspected it meant bad news for my cock.

Yesterday, 28th. 2/2 Just messing about with silly underwear and "borrowing" a pair of my wife's crotchless knickers to layer with. All fine, as long as she doesn't catch me doing it!

Yesterday, 28th. 1/2 "The worm hasn't enjoyed the long tube since it had the pleasure of it overnight a few days ago. So how about you beg for that today?" she suggested. At least it wasn't to be the dreaded spiked cage yet again.

Yesterday, Monday 27th. 3/3 This cruel device certainly makes its mark. The obvious "imprints" go quickly, but the dull ache (internal bruising?) from the spikes in particular lasts a long time.

Monday 27th. 2/3 I had ended up in the spiked cage again yesterday - for the 2nd day in a row. I did manage to get a bit of sunbathing in, but I'm not sure the underwear she permitted me to wear would really have stopped the neighbours seeing rater more than they might choose to!

Yesterday, 27th. 1/3 "Yes, you may lock up the worm!" she announced. I hadn't asked. Probably that was the point. Those who follow me carefully will know that if she doesn't mention a device then she means the default, which sadly for me she has chosen to be the spiked cage.

Yesterday, Sunday 26th. 3/3 Eventually she allowed me to remove the see-through lace pants and the horrible screw-in spiked cage it wasn't hiding very well. This cage really is cruel, as you can see from what it's done to my disfigured cock.

Yesterday, Sunday 26. 2/3 "Now the worm's locked you can fetch the extra nettles you wanted!" she smiled. Saturday's crop in the vase; Sunday's extras on the concrete. And a photo of all of the (total 42) stems together. "Jesus, that's going to smart, isn't it?" she laughed.

Yesterday, Sunday 26th. 1/3 "I reckon you're going to beg for the spiked cage for the worm today. And since it's definitely virginal in that cage how about a lovely white lace thong over the top? That'll make it look the miserable, ugly thing look a bit better, won't it?"