That should sort it!

None of them. After your mean DMs to me earlier today on Twitter I'm not feeling kind to you! Don't be a chicken: lock the thing up in the spiked cage!!

I don't think necessarily it's a must, but it certainly makes them more effective and more secure, plus it makes peeing a lot easier and cleaner.

I'm a kind soul, and I know how horrible this thing is, and I'm not bothered by your teasing ... so FWIW my contribution is that it would be too unkind to make you suffer all weekend in that thing.

You were warned ... many times!

I've no sympathy for you any more. You made your own bed. Time for you to lie in it!

Hmm... Thought you'd be pleased.

It will, if nothing else by virtue of the fact that the nettles will be bigger and more plentiful.

Yes, yesterday was a lovely day in the end, but this morning we've got rain.

Taking a few days off posting. We have visitors arriving and it makes it difficult.
It seems I've escaped the nettles ... for now. The stars just didn't like up for her, thankfully, for a number of reasons. Her comment: "They'll be bigger and better after Easter, don't worry!"

I think it's fair to say that neither of us wants our visitors knowing what goes on behind closed doors in private! I'm sure the visitors would also much rather not know, either!

I expect only for much less of the time, when it's not obvious.

Sorry! Maybe your new cage will arrive *before* my poor cock gets nettled? Consolation for you...

Actually ... I *think* I'm going to get away with it now till after the Easter break. The stars haven't lined up for her on the nettles front, for which I'm very thankful! We've got visitors arriving today so I think I'm in the clear for now!
Sorry to disappoint you!

Yesterday, 1st April.
"I know the worm is desperate for nettles, but I can't do it today I'm afraid. So I’ll just have to practice ready for overnight in the long tube."
I was hoping the no-nettles wasn't her un-funny April Fool's.
Thankfully it wasn't.

It's basically this one www.aliexpress.com/item/3301905... but modified to work with the post-and-lock system rather than the built-in lock in the device itself.

Yesterday, 31st March.
"The worm hasn't been treated to the very short tube for a while, has it? Today's the day to rectify that, I think. I'm sure you agree, don't you? So you can ask nicely to lock the worm up in that, can't you?"
Her questions only have one correct answer...

You'll see.....

Yesterday, Monday 30th.
2/2
Some of you will be very disappointed to discover that her choice of device yesterday, and the "presentation" was a ruse to get me worried: no nettling ensued.
On the negative side that means they're still there in the vase and ready to use!

Yesterday, Monday 30th.
1/2
"Screw-in spikes. At the base. Prepared so the skin can be pulled back and the worm's head fully exposed. Now!" she barked.
That's how she almost always wants it prepared ready for a nettling. To say I instantly got very nervous is an understatement!

Yep!

Yesterday, Sunday 29th.
Luckily(ish) she specified the device I was to wear, which mean my cock wasn't subject to the dreaded "default" cage -- the spiked cage -- but to this long urethral tube device instead.
Not exactly ideal, but better than many of her alternatives...

Have you also mentioned to her how you very, very stupidly want your cock destroyed with stinging nettles? There must be plenty of nice fresh ones for you where you live by now...

More fool you!

I believe you are soon to find out just *how* brutal it is!

Saturday 28th.
2/2
Apologies, forgot to post these photos yesterday!
Release from the spiked cage.

Yesterday, Saturday 28th.
1/2
"New rule!" she announced. "Henceforth, if I tell you to lock the worm up, the default is the spiked cage. Got it?"
I nodded, knowing exactly what would come next.
"Go and lock the worm up!" she ordered, confirming my fears.

We have an abundance of them!

Yesterday 27th.
2/2
Photos showing removal of the cage she had me wear yesterday.
Sadly you can't make out the fixed internal ribbed urethral insert, but my urethral entrance shows it's been working its evil inside.

She doesn't rub them in. She whips the poor thing with (usually) two big bunches on nettles. Up and down, side to side, repeatedly. With the foreskin held fully back, too, to make sure she hits the most sensitive parts.
It's extraordinarily painful, to be honest.