Matthew woke later than usual and immediately realized he must have forgotten to set his alarm. With a sudden feeling of panic, he looked toward his clock, more out of conditioned response than an actual feeling of having missed something. In the way that unexpected details can disrupt a conditioned response, he froze and reconsidered his reaction when he saw the post-it note covering the illuminated numbers that would have revealed the time.
Grabbing the note, he saw that it was in Bethany’s consistently neat and girlish hand. The note read, “I turned off your alarm Matty, and hope you slept well. No cage or clothes for you until you get ready for this evening. Love you, Beth.” The little hearts she drew to make the dots over the “i’s” reminded Matthew of the notes Bethany and his sister Janie would put on the whiteboard on Janie’s bedroom door when they were young teens.
Matthew had become comfortable being naked around the apartment. The past few weeks he had also been increasingly conditioned to wear the chastity cage more and more for Bethany. Although wearing the cage was always “for today,” being told not to wear it was new. As he got out of bed and wouldn’t have put on the cage until after his workout, Matthew found it curious that he almost felt he was already missing the cage’s weight and the way it held his cock and balls. He noted that its use had become familiar enough that being told not to wear marked a change in their routine.
Grabbing a towel, Matthew walked down the hall to the living room. Despite starting his day a couple of hours later than usual, he wanted to maintain his routine of beginning his day with a workout.
“Good morning Matty,” Bethany’s voice came in a sing-song from the stationary bicycle in the corner.
“Good morning, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied, “how are you doing today?”
Pedaling hard, Bethany was racing to the end of her routine on the bicycle, her whole body in motion as she sprinted to the end. Matthew watched as she finally lowered herself back to the seat and let her legs slow down from the pace she had maintained for the last few minutes. A layer of sweat made Bethany’s skin shine in the morning light and the sweat-soaked into her lycra shorts and halter, darkened the yellow fabric enough to show the intensity of her exercise.
“I am feeling great today, Matty,” Bethany said as she mopped the sweat from her face with a towel.
Matthew laughed and replied, “I hope I’m that energetic after my workout too.”
Sliding the low bench into position, Matthew laid out the paired dumbbells he wanted to start with. As he sat on the bench, Bethany reached him before he could grab the first dumbbells. She gently pushed Matthew back to lay flat on the bench, straddled his hips, and sat on him with her hands on his chest.
“I am so looking forward to this evening Matty.”
Matthew inhaled deeply as he felt the heat from Bethany’s body. He tried hard to focus on her words and her face rather than to think about how a single thin layer of fabric was separating her pussy and his suddenly very hard cock.
Bethany knew exactly where Matthew’s mind was and slowly rocked her hips with almost imperceptible movements. With her thumbs, she teased Matthew’s nipples to hardness.
“I’ve got to be out for a few hours today,” Bethany said as she pinched Matthew’s nipples hard enough to refocus his attention, “There will be a few deliveries arriving that you can take care of for me. There will be some food and some booze for tonight, and some flowers too just because. There’s a note on the counter listing what should be coming.”
“Yes Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied, “I will be here.”
“Good boy,” Bethany added as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against Matthew’s, “and you can put on some shorts and a t-shirt to answer the door when you let the delivery people up from the lobby.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Matthew said as he briefly wondered if he would have answered the door naked if Bethany had desired it.
Bethany stood and stepped back from the bench to allow Matthew to start his workout. As she headed to her room she looked back over her shoulder.
“And the coffee’s ready, Matty.”
An hour later, Matthew was ending his workout with some yoga to improve and maintain flexibility. For this, he followed a YouTube video on the tablet kept on the coffee table for this purpose. He was intent on holding a pose for a few more seconds when Bethany reappeared heading for the apartment door. Wearing a stylish leather jacket over jeans and low boots, she paused as she opened the door to peek into the hallway.
“Don’t want to flash my naked boy to the neighbors,” Bethany said as she turned back to look at Matthew, “well, maybe I do, but just the ones I know will appreciate the view.”
“Uh … thank you,” Matthew grunted from his position on the mat.
“Anyway, see you in a few hours.” Bethany laughed as she ducked through the door and pulled it closed.
Matthew went to the kitchen after wiping down the exercise equipment and replacing the bench and dumbbells along the windowed wall of the living room. Still holding the towel he had used to wipe the remains of Bethany’s sweat from the stationary cycle, he checked the note she had left for him and saw that he had over an hour before the first delivery was expected. Beside the note were three crisp new $20s for Matthew to present as tips.
Checking the coffee maker to ensure it would still be on after he cleaned up, he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed for the shower. When he entered the bathroom, Matthew found a clean bath towel waiting on the vanity with another note from Bethany.
“Your shorts and t-shirt are hanging behind the door, don’t put them on until a delivery is on the way up, and take them off in between deliveries. Love, B.”
Curiosity took hold of Matthew’s next movement. He knew he had plenty of t-shirts and shorts in his bedroom, why would Bethany choose some especially for today? Swinging the door closed to see what awaited him, he smiled at Bethany’s next note beside the hook on the door.
“I’ll be peeking in on the network. I think you’ll look very sexy in these. B.”
“Yup,” Mathew said to himself as he lifted them off the hook, “these could be called shorts and a t-shirt.”
The shorts, a pair of old school and very brief running shorts, were red with white trim. Matthew noted that the liner had been removed and the stitching that had once held the overlapping front and back panels together at each side below the waistband was cut. Checking the tag, he also noted that they were a size smaller than he might have selected for himself. The t-shirt, white and of the thinnest material, was barely long enough to reach the waistband of the shorts and also a size smaller than anything in his bedroom. A third item, a mask in matching colors to the shorts, also hung from the hook.
Matthew pondered his choices and knew he would do as Bethany desired. As he stood under the hot shower and shaved his face and genitals in his daily ritual, he began to imagine how the outfit was going to feel on his body. That train of thought and the idea of Bethany watching left him with an achingly hard erection that he knew he shouldn’t be stroking. And that, he knew, might present an additional problem when he was opening the door to accept the deliveries.
Busying himself about the apartment tidying and wiping down the kitchen, Matthew glanced over at the waiting clothes whenever he thought of opening the apartment door for the coming deliveries. The image of being dressed in the outfit Bethany chose and seen by strangers, perhaps while she watched on her networked camera from wherever she was, only added to the almost constant state of arousal he usually felt when he was in the apartment and naked. As his mind wandered from one stimulating thought to another while he busied himself, he realized that his cock varied from semi-flaccid to fully erect states all on its own.
With the kitchen counter wiped clean, Matthew stared idly into the living room and imagined Bethany pedaling on the stationary bike. His cock hardened as he thought about wiping the seat down again for her when the buzzer jarred him back to the needs of the moment. The buzzer signaled the arrival of the first delivery in the apartment foyer.
Answering the buzz from the panel near the apartment door, Matthew confirmed that it was the delivery from the local market and buzzed the man through to the elevators. Then he turned to grab his clothes. The softness of the shorts and the way they cupped his ass and held his cock and balls in place was almost enough to make him moan. Matthew bit his lip as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. Covering his torso like a second skin, the t-shirt accentuated the recently more defined lines of his chest and abs but was an inch short of meeting the waistband. Matthew was almost glad for the requirement to wear a mask, it was the only thing that let him retain a little modesty and personal privacy.
Still adjusting to his attire, Matthew was startled by the heavy knock on the door. With one of the 20s in hand and hoping for a quick exchange of goods and the tip, he opened the door fully. Facing him was one of the owners of the deli-market across the street. A burly man with heavy features and a dark five-o’clock shadow even at midday. The unseen smile that crossed his lips behind his own mask when he saw Matthew was a mixture of surprise and leering.
“You must be Matty,” the man said in a clear voice with a hint of an accent, “Miss B said you’d be here when I brought these.”
“Uh … yeah .. that’s me,” Matthew stammered, “Here, I can take those.”
“Nope,” the man replied, “Miss B always has me carry the box in and put it on the counter. Now lead the way, my boy.”
Matthew blushed as he realized that would mean turning his back to show the rest of his body to the man. And the twinkle in the man’s eye said that he full well knew it too.
Left with no choice, Matthew stepped back, turning as he did so to lead the man across the room to the open end of the kitchen counter. He could feel the eyes on his ass as he led the man to where he could put down the box. The rest of the transaction, handing over the tip, showing the man back to the door, and trying desperately to ignore his offer of extra sausage whenever “Miss B” or Matty wanted it, was a blur to Matthew.
Matthew heaved a sigh of relief when the man was gone and the door was shut tight. He thought about his reaction to the man’s last comments and shuddered slightly as he wondered if that’s how men sound to women all the time.
Putting the first delivery out of his mind, Matthew folded the t-shirt and shorts to await the next delivery. His phone on the counter pinged with an incoming text. It was from Bethany.
“I was right, your ass does look great in those shorts.”
Matthew wasn’t certain if he should be flattered that Bethany watched and enjoyed the show, or relieved that she had been monitoring him for safety with an unknown man in the apartment. Her next messages offered a mixture of reassurance and suspicion that she had known what might happen.
“You don’t have to worry about Charlie, he’s much nicer than you are probably thinking. He and Donna have been running the deli for ages. If she had done the delivery she might have let you carry the box, but only to make sure your hands were busy and hers were free to explore that sexy ass.”
“Think kinky thoughts Matty, one down, two to go.”
Matthew finished putting away the contents of the box from the market: cheese and deli meat trays for that evening, fresh rolls, and a variety of fresh vegetables and fruit. The task helped to clear his mind and he calmly answered the buzzer when it rang for the arrival of the next delivery.
The slightly husky female voice with a soft drawl affected Matthew in a way he had not expected. His mind flashed through images of how the face that went with that voice might appear. That mental process resulted in the challenge of fitting his growing erection inside the lightweight shorts. Fitting his mask in place, he had a moment to try and calm himself and reposition his half-hard cock before the knock came on the door.
Opening the door, Matthew was not disappointed. The bags from the liquor store were sitting on the floor against the wall beside the door, and the lady who had brought them had backed up to the opposite side of the hallway to maintain her distance. She was of medium height and had a deliciously curvy build. Wearing tights that outlined her shapely legs and a sweatshirt that did little to hide her generous figure, Matthew’s eyes traveled from her bright red Doc Martens up to her blue-streaked shoulder-length hair. Snapping her gum with a mischievous grin, she spoke with that sexy drawl that had so captured Matthew’s attention.
“You’re Matty, right?”
Matthew nodded, barely trusting himself to speak.
“There’s your goods,” she said, indicating the bags on the floor.
Matthew quickly realized that he would have to exit the apartment doorway, turn around, and bend over to pick up the bags. He knew exactly what view that would present to the woman.
“Uh …,” Matthew started to speak, holding up the bill for the tip.
“Honey,” she said, “why don’t you just tuck that into your waistband at the back and I’ll safely remove it when you turn around.”
Still mesmerized by the sexiness of her voice, and out-maneuvered on the exchange, Matthew softly sighed. Obediently, he tucked the bill halfway into the waistband at the small of his back and stepped out to turn toward the bags. As he lifted the bags, he felt the bill slide out. When he was standing erect again and turned again, the woman was back across the hallway.
“Beth did say you were cute,” she said with a smile as she started to go, “and maybe next time I’ll have her permission to handle that cute butt. Have a great day, Matty.”
“Uh … thank you,” Matthew said, at a loss to say anything else.
With a chuckle, the woman was heading for the elevator and Matthew carried the bags into the apartment. Bethany’s next text was waiting for him.
“Isn’t Morgan’s accent lovely? I bet it had you rock hard. Maybe we’ll invite her to play with us someday.”
Naked again, Matthew placed the variety of craft beers and wine coolers in the fridge. It was a mix of low and non-alcoholic beverages. He knew from discussions with Bethany that gatherings of her kink-minded friends usually had either alcoholic beverages or BDSM playtime, but never both. Munches in public had food and drink and adult conversations, though often veiled in nature. Play parties, on the other hand, were dry but very kinky affairs. Both types of gatherings were still outside Matthew’s experience and would remain so until the community could gather freely again. Bethany was adamant that she would not play with anyone under the influence of alcohol, and she expected the same from others in her circle. For the coming evening, Matthew knew that the visitors might have one or two drinks during the evening, but there would not be any activities that depended on trust for the participants’ safety.
The third time Matthew opened the door he found himself looking upward to meet the eyes of the woman who stood there. Six feet tall, and another two inches in height from the heels she wore, the woman was dressed in a white blouse and long grey skirt that still left her sturdy black shoes exposed. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was pulled up into a tight bun. Matthew’s first impression was that he was being visited by a stern librarian. That idea, however, was dispelled by the dark green apron the woman wore over the front of her clothes. Emblazoned across the upper panel of the apron, and also on her matching mask, was the name of the flower shop two blocks away. In her hands was a long red cardboard box.
“You are Matthew, I assume,” the woman said in a precise clipped tone.
“Yes … uh .. ma’am,” Matthew stammered.
“These,” the woman said as she lifted the box slightly, “are addressed to you. They will need to be placed in water. Do you know how you care for cut flowers?”
“Uh … I’ve never …”
“I thought so,” the woman said, “the cute ones never do until they are taught.”
She stepped forward, her boldness causing Matthew to step back and clear the doorway for her to enter.
“Find a vase, young man, I will show you how this is to be done. That way if you are sent flowers again, you will know what to do.”
With a task to fulfill, and overwhelmed by the woman’s presence and tone, Matthew led the way to the kitchen. There, he found a suitable vase tucked away in one of the lower cupboards. On his knees to reach the vase, he was still on the floor when he brought it out for the lady’s approval.
The woman smiled down at him, apparently liking the view he presented in their relative positions.
“Very good, please fill it half-way with water, not hot, not cold, and bring it back here.”
As Matthew followed her instructions, the woman opened the box, laid out the flowers on the paper that surrounded them, and drew a knife from the pocket of her apron. As she worked, she explained to Matthew the need to re-cut the stems, and to get the flowers into fresh water as quickly as possible. She worked quickly and efficiently, arranging the bouquet of roses and complementary blossoms with an expert hand and eye.
“There,” she pronounced the arrangement complete, “you must have done very well to please Miss Bethany to receive these. You do appear to be just the obedient type of boy she enjoys having around.”
“Uh … thank you, ma’am,” Matthew said softly, wondering how much the woman knew of Bethany and him.
Following the woman back to the door, Matthew opened it for her and held out the 20-dollar tip. The woman smiled and shook her head slightly at the proffered bill.
“Tell your Mistress that I would be delighted to give you lessons, in flower arranging, that is.”
“Yes ma’am,” Matthew said, unsure of what to make of the offer, “I will let her know.”
Matthew closed the apartment door and leaned his head against its cool surface for a moment. Pausing to strip his shorts and t-shirt once more he took a moment to look over the bouquet the woman had arranged on the counter. Beside the vase, he noticed the accompanying card, on the envelope written in a hand he did not recognize, was his name, “Matthew.”
The notecard inside had a simple design. On the cover was the outline of a high-heeled black pump. The inside had no pre-printed message but did have a note written in the same hand as the envelope, which Matthew knew was not Bethany’s.
“For my obedient boy. Matthew. Looking forward to making you mine. B.”
Matthew pondered the unfamiliar handwriting, assuming it was the woman’s, and what it indicated she knew. That was probably more than he was comfortable with, in the absence of further context. His brief reverie was interrupted by the chirping of his phone.
“Aren’t the flowers beautiful? I hope you like them. B.”
Matthew replied.
“They are very pretty, thank you.”
Bethany responded with a smiling emoji and another text.
“I hope Mrs. Garrity didn’t put you off, she always seems so direct. But she’s a really sweet lady. I think she knows your mom.”
Matthew read those last six words over and over again before deciding it was one line of questioning he did not want to open.
“No, I’m okay, I can see that she would probably get along with my mother, they both have that direct aura about them.”
Bethany replied, adding a few heart emojis to close her text.
“They sure do. See you soon babe.”
Matthew kept himself busy in the hour he waited for Bethany’s return. He tidied the living room and made sure the hallway area and bathroom were ready for their guests. In the kitchen, he selected and laid out on the back counter the glasses, plates, and cutlery that were likely to be needed. Rechecking the contents of the food trays, he also made sure that suitable condiments could be efficiently served when needed.
The work kept his mind off the lingering thoughts and images left from the deliveries, and his mind turned again and again to his collaring by Bethany in front of their guests that evening. Matthew found that knowing others would be present didn’t bother him as much as he might have first thought. He trusted Bethany to choose guests who would be supportive and happy to be there. He also found that the trust he was placing in Bethany extended so much further, it wasn’t just the guests, it wasn’t even the way she had patiently taught him to submit and serve, it was a trust that came from realizing the love he had for Bethany. That love showed Matthew that his own personality, and his kinks and fetishes, complemented hers, and the way he responded to Bethany made him want to be part of their shared world as she shaped it.
Lost in thought and with a hard cock as a result, Matthew was in the corner of the living room wiping down the stationary cycle when Bethany slipped inside the apartment. He didn’t hear her until she spoke.
“What is it with you and my bicycle seat, kinky boy.”
Matthew whirled around in surprise, his cock bouncing to Bethany’s amusement.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Matthew stammered.
“Don’t be,” Bethany laughed, “never be sorry for enjoying kinky thoughts, especially if they are about us.”
“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said as he approached, his hands out to take the shopping bags from her hands.
“Thank you, Matty,” Bethany sighed as the load was taken from her hands, “please put them on my bed, except for the blue bag. Bring that one back to me.”
“Yes ma’am,” Matthew said as he headed toward her bedroom.
Matthew returned to find Bethany sitting on the sofa, her feet raised to rest on the coffee table. He placed the bag on the floor beside her and offered to get her a glass of wine while she relaxed for the moment.
“That would be lovely,” Bethany replied, “and while you’re up, slip into your outfit again. I want to see if it’s as cute as it looked on the security system through my phone today.”
Matthew handed Bethany her wine and picked up the shorts and t-shirt. He had become so accustomed to being naked in the apartment when it was just the two of them, that dressing in something other than street clothes to run an errand now seemed to bring the same sense of self-conscious hesitation that stripping for her had at first.
Bethany’s glowing smile at seeing Matthew in the shorts and t-shirt dispelled any sense of embarrassment from Matthew’s mind. At her bidding, he flexed and adopted the yoga poses she called out. He turned slowly when she twirled her finger at him and touched his toes as he faced away to let her see how well the shorts molded to his bottom.
“You look delicious,” she pronounced, “I am sure you were the highlight delivery for three people today.”
“Thank you, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said, his tone brightening with Bethany’s infectious smile and mood.
“Come sit with me,” Bethany patted the sofa beside her, “you can keep those on for the moment.”
Matthew sat. Bethany let her hands explore his body, touching him through the shirt and shorts to feel how the thin fabric which hid little did even less to diminish tactile sensations. Squeezing the shaft of his throbbing cock inside the shorts, Bethany chuckled and reached for the bag Matthew had brought back from the bedroom.
“I picked up your outfit for tonight,” Bethany announced.
Bethany slowly drew from the bag a shirt and slacks for Matthew to wear. The shirt, of similar material to the one he wore, was a polo shirt style with an open collar. The pants were also of very light material, designed to hug the body from waist to crotch and then fall from there in looser pant legs that hinted at vintage bell-bottoms in style. Last was a pair of light-weight leather shoes, more ballet slippers than moccasins. The entire outfit was one color.
“White?” Matthew queried, not sure how to express his hesitation.
“Of course, silly,” Bethany said, “for generations, men taking women in marriage, often literally as possessions, expected them dressed in white to signify their innocence and purity. Now, we know that you’re not that innocent, and perhaps that’s partly my fault, but I think it’s proper that you should be dressed in white when I take possession of you. Don’t you think that’s fair?”
Matthew bit his lips softly as he took in and processed Bethany’s explanation. He was giving himself to Bethany in a ceremony that would acknowledge his willing submission to her dominance, her ownership of that part of his life. He couldn’t argue with her train of thought.
“Yes ma’am,” Matthew whispered as he thought the sense of security and trust he felt under the many levels of Bethany’s supervision.
“Good boy,” Bethany said with a smile as she caressed the back of Matthew’s neck.
“Now, it’s already been a busy day, and we have a full evening ahead of us. I think we both need to take a nap before we get ourselves ready to greet our guests.”
With a smile and a slow stroke of Matthew’s cock through the thin shorts, Bethany added, “Remember, no cumming, and you will need to wear your cage tonight.”
“Yes, Miss Bethany, “Matthew whispered.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Matthew woke to the feel of Bethany’s hand lightly holding his hard cock and the fingertips of her other hand teasing his nipple. When she saw the first flutters of his eyelids, she spoke softly.
“Time to get ready Matty. Our guests will be here soon. I have been waiting for this and I hope you are as excited as I am for this new stage of our relationship.”
Matthew moaned at the teasing touches of Bethany’s hands.
“Yes, Miss Bethany, I very much want to be yours in every way.”
“Such a good boy you are,” Bethany said as she leaned down and kissed Matthew softly on the lips, “such a good little slut boy for me.”
Bethany paused in the doorway as Matthew sat up on the edge of the bed.
“I put your cage and clothes on your vanity.”
Matthew inhaled deeply, centering himself as he quickly reviewed the steps he would take to clean himself inside and out, shave, shower, and dress. His cock, reinvigorated by Bethany’s presence and touch, was going to present a challenge to get back in its cage after a day of freedom, but that too he would accomplish.
His preparations complete, Matthew checked himself out in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall. The polo shirt was soft and hugged his toned form like a second skin. A detail that Bethany had not pointed out earlier was instantly noticeable when he pulled the shirt on over his head. In matte silver thread, easily missed by a casual viewer against the white fabric, two words had been embroidered on the left breast. They read “Beth’s Boy.” The slacks were also of lightweight stretch material, they hugged his hips and ass from the low waistband to the crotch, and draped nicely to the hems. The leather shoes caressed his feet with their softness and flexibility.
Matthew was caught between admiring the way the clothes accentuated his recent progress in fitness and muscle tone but also felt a little self-conscious about their revealing aspects, especially in the way the pants defined the bulge made by his caged cock. Tugging briefly at the shirt’s hem, he resigned himself to the fact that any movement was going to result in flashes of midriff to entertain any onlookers. Picking up the key for the cage, Matthew headed out to the living room to wait for Bethany.
With their first guests expected in ten minutes, Matthew poured Bethany a glass of wine as he waited for her to come into the living room. He placed the full wine glass on the counter and turned in time to watch Bethany come out of the hallway.
Mouth agape, Matthew watched as she crossed the room. Bethany wore a red brocade corset that cinched her waist and supported her beautiful breasts. Under the corset, she wore a crisply starched white blouse with long sleeves and an open collar. Below the corset, Bethany wore a black skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to almost knee-length. Her calves revealed richly patterned hose and on her feet were six-inch stiletto pumps. Matthew noticed that the rich red of Bethany’s lipstick and nails, both fingers and toes, matched the red of her corset.
Wearing the tallest heels Matthew had yet seen Bethany wear, she was four inches taller than Matthew in his shoes that may as well have been bare feet for the comparison. The difference in height made Bethany smile as she stepped close to pick up her wine glass. It made Matthew acutely aware that he was meant to look up to Bethany when she spoke to him.
“Thank you, Matty, our guests should be here any minute.”
“You are welcome Miss Bethany, may I say you look very beautiful this evening.”
“Thank you, Matthew, it is very kind of you to say so. … Oh, before I forget, you have something for me, I believe.”
Obediently, Matthew handed the key to his chastity cage to Bethany. He watched as she turned and placed it on the coffee table next to the collar he would later wear.
“Those can stay there for now,” she said, “when the moment arrives, we can each present one of them to the other.”
“Yes ma’am,” Matthew replied, taking a sip of his own drink, a virgin lemon spritzer, to wet his throat that suddenly felt dry.
Matthew remained by the counter, knowing he would soon be answering the door. Bethany made herself comfortable in the leather armchair that faced the far ends of the coffee table and let her watch the door. She sipped her wine as she admired Matthew’s form and the way he looked so deliciously innocent in white.
Bethany’s phone played the opening bars of music that Matthew recognized from the apartment’s elevator. She smiled as she picked it up, the notes signaling that her app was letting her know that someone was ringing the apartment from the lobby. After a few words of acknowledgment, and a tap on her phone, she turned toward Matthew.
“Our first two guests are on their way up.”
It wasn’t long before there was a light knock on the apartment door.
Knowing he was to be on display for Bethany’s pleasure, Matthew inhaled deeply to relax. He opened the door to find two familiar faces, one he had met in passing, the other he knew from Bethany’s videos.
“Good evening, Miss Zoe,” Matthew said as he stepped aside to clear the doorway, “and good evening, Rick.”
Holding up two envelopes with a familiar clinic logo and the added sharpie written word “Negative” on them, Zoe stepped through the doorway first with a big smile on her deep red lips. She wore an emerald blue dress that hugged her body from just above her tiny breasts to just below her hips. Her exposed shoulders, arms, and legs displayed her exquisite muscle tone, the result of her dedication to body-building. Her dark hair was gathered up to the right side of her head and fell from there to her shoulder in waves and curls. Zoe’s legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of black patent Louboutin heels.
“Hello Matty, come, give us a hug.”
Slightly flustered, Matthew stepped into the diminutive woman’s embrace. He held her gently. She groped his ass with firm strong fingers.
As suddenly as she had hugged Matthew, Zoe extracted herself and breezed into the room to greet Bethany. Matthew missed the deep kiss the two women shared because he was turning back to greet Rick who had waited just inside the open doorway.
Dressed in khaki slacks and a blue button-down shirt, and having already slipped out of his shoes, Rick stepped forward as Matthew held out his hand to shake hands. Rick smiled, grasped the offered hand, and pulled Matthew into a hug as enthusiastic as Zoe’s. He held Matthew in his embrace a little longer as he spoke quietly.
“Congratulations brother, you have made quite a few boys and some girls in our circle very jealous by capturing Miss Bethany’s attention. When they find out she’s collared you, they will go into mourning over their lost chances. You are a lucky guy.”
“Uh, thanks,” Matthew said as Rick released him from his strong embrace.
Matthew closed the apartment door as Rick presented himself to Bethany and then sat beside Zoe on the sofa. With the new arrivals settled, Matthew briefed them on the available beverages and went to the kitchen to get white wine for Zoe and a low-alcohol craft beer for Rick.
After serving drinks, Bethany patted the arm of her chair to indicate that Matthew should rest there while he awaited his next task. He did so and listened while Bethany chatted with Zoe and Rick, occasionally making an aside to provide background for Matthew. As she talked, Bethany’s hand stroked and kneaded Matthew’s thigh with her fingertips always close to or even brushing across the bulge made by his cage.
Although he had heard bits and pieces before, the conversation did put some information in order for Matthew. He learned that Zoe and Rick were a couple and that in private they were also in a a female-led relationship. Zoe was quite happy that Rick’s extra sexual energy was employed by Bethany whenever he served as a stunt cock for one of her videos or client video sessions. The two women laughed over Rick’s embarrassment that they often conspired to have Zoe deny Rick’s orgasms in the days leading up to a session, resulting in Rick’s extra horniness and readiness to cum more than once for Bethany. At this revelation, Matthew happened to catch Rick’s eye and was rewarded with a slight shrug that showed acceptance that the ladies were in charge.
In their day jobs, Rick was a masseuse and fitness trainer who did private calls for a personal client list. He had, unfortunately, not been working much through the Covid lockdowns. Zoe, on the other hand, working as an electrician with a specialty in video systems and home networks, had more opportunities to work than she could handle. Between the three of them, Matthew also learned that their circle of friends with shared kinky interests overlapped their respective client lists to varying degrees, but at no time could he glean enough information about any single client to identify them.
There was a knock at the apartment door as Bethany was describing how diligently Matthew had avoided her when she was just his little sister’s friend. Matthew crossed the room to the door knowing this, at least, would be his last revealing act of welcoming. Opening the door, he found himself looking at the back of a very sexy and fit young woman dressed for the nightclubs. Odd, he thought, the clubs weren’t open, but perhaps she was wearing it for a booty call in whatever apartment she was looking for.
The woman wore a form-fitting neon green dress that hugged her body from breasts to butt, the latter just barely covered. Below the dress, she wore black fishnet stockings and white platform boots that came up to her calves. Her hair was a shock of pink, gathered tightly at the top of her head and otherwise free to cascade and bounce wildly. She was dancing energetically to the music that came from her earbuds, oblivious to the opening door behind her.
“Uh … hello,” Matthew said, knowing this woman must have the wrong apartment since there had been no warning via the lobby buzzer.
He glanced nervously toward the elevators, expecting their guest to arrive at any moment. Unheard by the woman, he stepped slightly forward and tapped her on her shoulder.
She turned around, Matthew first noticed the industrial-grade zipper that ran from hem to neckline to hold her dress closed. Following the line of the zipper up to the woman’s face, her makeup was as strikingly ready for the late-night club scene as her clothing. It wasn’t until he fixed on her eyes that a glimmer of recognition hit.
“Hi, bro,” said Janie with her bright smile that usually disarmed people.
In a flash of fight or flight panic, Matthew grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door closed behind him as he stepped into the hallway.
“Jesus Christ, Janie,” he blurted, “you can’t be here tonight!”
“But Matty,” she said as she twirled her mask on one finger, “I wanted to drop in and see how you and my bestie Bethany were doing.”
“You can’t, not now, we have company, and we’re busy tonight.”
“I know silly,” Janie giggled, “I guess that means Zoe and Rick are already here. And I am the other guest.”
Matthew stared at his sister, at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure if he was more shocked by Bethany’s arrival, or by her appearance. This was not the little sister he remembered growing up with. Slowly, he began to shake his head.
Janie stopped dancing and faced her brother. With bold steps, she walked up to Matthew and gently pushed him back against the wall beside the door.
“Mom sends her regards and congratulations on finding a lady who wants to keep you,” Janie said softly.
“Uh … what … Mom! … she can’t know …,” a flustered Matthew stammered.
“Oh, but she does know,” Janie laughed, “do you think you’re the only kinky one in the family? You’re not. You’re just the last one to realize it.”
“Mom is not kinky,” Matthew hissed between clenched teeth.
Janie laughed, her hand sliding up Matthew’s chest until she captured his nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed Matthew’s nipple as she spoke.
“You just never noticed, you oblivious boy. Think back, every time Mom and Dad started to have an argument over something trivial, she pushed him against the wall just like this, firmly but without force. Then their voices would get real quiet and you never heard what they were saying, but it was mom warning dad that he would pay later for his attitude. And that’s why he always settled right down, agreed with her, and kissed her to say sorry. I suspect, later when we weren’t around, he got a sound spanking after each of those.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Matthew retorted as he struggled not to show the effects of Janie’s pinching fingers.
Janie released her grip on Matthew’s nipple and teased it with the tip of her nail.
“Actually, big bro, I do. And what was Mom’s favorite line to Dad when he messed up some little thing?”
“Uh …,” Matthew reached back in his memories before replying, “you’ll pay for that mister.”
“That’s right,” Janie said, “I wasn’t sure about it until a few years ago when I came home early for a weekend from my first year of college. I walked in on Mom disciplining Dad with a paddle. I don’t know what he did but she was giving him hell for it. I slipped back out to return a few hours later. That night, after a couple of glasses of wine, mom told me she saw me and spilled everything. So I had to admit that I took after her in some ways and that I thought you took after dad a bunch. So don’t be surprised if Mom puts a butt plug in your stocking at Christmas.”
A hundred vaguely remembered images of his parents coalesced into the scene Janie had described. His father giving in on minor arguments that didn’t have a right or wrong solution after his mother had held him against a wall just like Janie held him now. A hundred occasions where Matthew had tried not to watch or listen closely, thinking he was giving them the privacy they needed to settle their argument, and for a kiss that he knew was coming and didn’t want to see. He also remembered that their parents were noticeably more relaxed and comfortable after they’d had a night or a weekend to themselves. There was also the locked and out-of-bounds closet in the master bedroom, always explained as that was where mom kept gifts for later giving, which would disappear if the room was ever breached. Matthew had never challenged that rule, but couldn’t say if Janie had.
Matthew bit his lip as he realized Janie was still playing with his nipple. His mind was a flurry of impressions of a restructured past and glimpses of a present he was still unsure about. The teasing of Janie’s fingernail wasn’t helping and when he blinked and recovered himself and looked down, she was already dancing away.
“So, bro,” Janie said as she tucked her earbuds into her purse, “aren’t you going to invite me in.”
Matthew was still trying to think of a new tactic to keep Janie out of the apartment when she darted past him and burst through the door with a happy cry of “How are my favorite people tonight!”
Sighing with quiet resignation that this path had been set in motion by Bethany, and it was not the time to make a scene, Matthew followed. He closed the door and turned around in time to see Janie respond to Bethany’s raised hand and unspoken command to remove her boots at the door. Free of her platform footwear, Janie skipped across the room to her friend, appearing, if such were possible, even younger than she was. Matthew mentally shook his head. Janie had spent her teen years always trying to look older, of legal age. And now that she was past that point, she always seemed to be trying to appear younger and barely of legal age. He was never going to understand that logic.
Matthew watched as Janie greeted Bethany, Zoe, and Rick in turn. Throwing herself into Bethany’s arms, their first high-pitched hellos subsided quickly into a whispered conversation as they hugged. Matthew felt his cock throb in its cage as he watched the way Bethany held and kissed Janie before they unwrapped themselves from one another.
Janie next embraced Zoe with a gentleness that respected the smaller woman’s size yet was out of context with the physical power she emanated. In a long hug, they nuzzled each other’s necks. As they stepped back, Zoe reached for the ends of the zipper on Janie’s dress. Pulling the top tab downwards she exposed Janie’s cleavage to view and then she brought the lower tab upwards to the limit of decorum at which another inch would have exposed Janie’s panties if she was wearing any.
While Bethany and Zoe had stood up to greet Janie, Rick remained seated. Janie hopped into his lap, straddled his thighs, and wrapped her arms around Rick’s head and neck to pull his face between her breasts.
“Hi Ricky,” Janie laughed, “did you bring me a nice package to play with?”
Uncoiling Janie’s arms from his head, Rick leaned back on the sofa before answering.
“You know who you have to ask about that.”
Janie laughed and rocked her hips over Rick’s cock. She looked toward Zoe with an arched eyebrow.
“We’ll see, Janie,” Zoe said, “we’re not here just to satisfy your little urges tonight, you know.”
“I know that,” Janie responded with a playful pout, “but I would hardly call what Rick’s packing a little urge. And what about a drink for me? Where’s the house boy Beth, and why isn’t he bringing me a drink?”
At a glance from Bethany, Matthew headed to the kitchen to prepare a beverage for Janie. He already knew what she would want, a berry-flavored low-alcohol vodka cooler. As much as Janie loved to play the tipsy club girl, she also accepted that she was a complete light-weight and chose her drinks accordingly.
Matthew was back in the kitchen to refresh drinks for Zoe and Rick when Bethany joined him. Standing where the fridge blocked their guests’ view, Matthew inclined his head toward the living room and raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.
Bethany smiled and stepped forward. She raised one hand to Matthew’s chest and idly circled one nipple with a fingertip as she whispered.
“Trust me, everything is okay. She already knows everything anyway and she is on your side in all of this. She may still be your annoying little sister, but she can also be a trustworthy guide and confidante in all things kink if you let her.”
Matthew sighed softly and nodded his acquiescence to Bethany’s advice. He was not going to let his reaction to Janie’s presence ruin what he had found with Bethany. After delivering the fresh drinks to Zoe and Rick, he joined Bethany at her seat and sat beside her legs when she indicated a spot for him.
Matthew relaxed at Bethany’s feet, his calming mood helped considerably by Bethany’s gently massaging hand at the back of his neck. The conversation was dominated by the three women and continued to explore their shared erotic adventures and those of their common acquaintances in the lifestyle. Occasionally, the flow of the conversation was interrupted by their reaction to Janie trying to fondle Rick’s cock through his slacks, or Rick attempting to prevent the same.
At a pause in the conversation, Zoe caught Bethany’s eye, nodded toward the key and collar on the coffee table, and spoke one word.
“So …”
With a nod from Bethany, Zoe disappeared into the bedroom and returned carrying two of the wireless video cameras on tripods. She placed them to record the upcoming activities.
Bethany drew Matthew to his feet and led him to stand facing her in the open space between the living room furniture and the kitchen counter. The open area was where they practiced yoga and did their exercise routines. It was also where Bethany placed her chair for spankings. This evening it would fulfill a new purpose.
Zoe stood with her back to the kitchen and facing Bethany and Matthew. She would officiate the little ceremony Bethany had prepared. Rick and Janie remained on the sofa, with Janie taking advantage to snuggle close to Rick and wrap his arm around herself.
Matthew looked at the cameras and gave Bethany a questioning look.
“I wanted a recording,” Bethany said simply with a sweet smile as she reached out both hands to hold Matthew’s.
Zoe cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Before we begin,” Zoe said, “Is that how you should be dressed to present yourself to your Mistress, Matthew?”
Matthew blinked in surprise as he processed the question. These were the clothes he had been given for the evening, he thought. And then a new realization struck him, the clothes had ensured he was modestly attired to open the door and welcome guests, but tonight he was offering himself to Bethany in a new start, one that perhaps should be without unnecessary adornments, like clothing.
At the realization that he should be naked for the ceremony, Matthew looked around the room. Zoe was impassive. Bethany smiled and nodded slightly. Rick appeared distracted by something outside the windows, and Janie sat facing forward with a big grin on her face.
Slowly, Matthew raised the bottom of his shirt to remove it.
“Yeah. Matty, take it off,” Janie shouted, and as quickly clammed up at a single stern look from Bethany.
Hoping to redeem herself, Janie was standing beside Matthew by the time his shirt was off. She took it from his hands and laid it over her arm. Then, she smiled and held out her hand for Matthew’s slacks.
Matthew slipped off his shoes and pushed the pants down his legs. The change in sensation and comparative coolness of the air on his skin emphasized how tightly fitting they had been on his ass. Janie took the pants from his hands and bent over to scoop up the shoes before she returned to her position on the sofa.
Bethany’s smile was captivating for Matthew as she again took his hands in her own. Matthew’s height had not noticeably decreased when he slipped off the flexible leather shoes, but standing in his bare feet before Bethany in her heels made him feel much shorter than their actual difference in height.
“Well,” Zoe began, “we all know why we’re here this evening. It’s too bad that current restrictions don’t allow us to be in a larger gathering of friends, but the witnesses present will have to suffice for our purposes.”
“Matthew, do you agree to submit to Bethany in all things according to your negotiations past and future? Will you be faithful to her leadership of your relationship and support her in everything you do? Will you be her obedient boy until such time as you agree to set aside this commitment or otherwise terminate your relationship?”
Matthew looked into Bethany’s bright and expectant eyes.
“I do,” he said calmly and clearly.
Bethany’s smile in response was enough to reinforce in Matthew that he was making the right choice.
“Mistress Bethany,” Zoe continued, “do you commit to taking Matthew under your supervision and control in all things according to your negotiations past and future? To train him to your wishes and to guide his development as your submissive? Will you protect him within the kink community, allowing no harm to come to him from irresponsible play? Will you be his dominant Mistress until such time as you agree to set aside this commitment or otherwise terminate your relationship?”
“I do,” Bethany said in a soft voice that sounded like she was reaching a goal in one of her heartfelt dreams and desires.
“Well, in that case,” Zoe said, “we can dispense with the aura of formality and you two can exchange gifts.”
Bethany rolled her eyes slightly at Zoe’s sudden shift in tone. Turning toward the living room she was met by Janie, who was now doing her best to appear helpful. Janie held up the collar, which she handed to Bethany, and the key, which she handed to Matthew.
Retaking her position, Bethany held up the collar in both hands and showed it to Matthew.
“This is my collar that you will wear Matthew. When the two ends are connected they cannot be pulled apart but can be separated with a small key that I will keep. It marks you as mine and others in our kink community will respect it. Please step forward and accept my collar.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Matthew said as he took a pace toward Bethany and bowed slightly to offer his neck for Bethany’s collar.
After hearing the collar ends click together and feeling Bethany’s hands removed from his neck, Matthew stepped back. He straightened and breathed in and out slowly as he adjusted to the feeling of the collar and the new form of their relationship that it signaled.
In the lingering pause that followed, Zoe delicately cleared her throat.
Matthew realized that it was a cue, for him. Looking up to meet Bethany’s eyes, he held the key out with both hands.
“Mistress Bethany, thank you for taking me as your collared submissive. The holder of this key controls my cock, my erections, and my orgasms. These I place under your control as you see fit.”
Bethany smiled as she reached out to take the key. Matthew watched as she spread the leather thong and placed it over the head.
“Mistress Bethany,” Zoe said, “you may kiss your slut boy.”
Bethany stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Matthew, kissing him deeply in a manner dominated by her thrusting tongue. Zoe, Rick, and Janie clapped politely to acknowledge the successful conclusion of their little ceremony.
Relaxing her embrace, Bethany released Matthew as Zoe spoke again.
“And you, Matthew, may kiss your Mistress.”
At first, confused by Zoe’s instruction, Matthew watched as Bethany turned around, spread her legs, and lifted the back of her skirt. Matthew suppressed a soft moan when he saw the jeweled butt plug between Bethany’s luscious ass cheeks. He knew what was expected of him, the times Bethany had presented the butt plugs she wore for him to kiss after being spanked were the training events leading up to the present moment.
Matthew sank to his knees and inched his way forward. He saw that Bethany wore a plug he had not seen before, one with a red heart-shaped jewel. Leaning forward, Matthew felt Bethany’s warm skin against his cheeks. He kissed the jewel as the others watched and, his response on autopilot, tenderly traced the outline of the heart with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and sitting on his heels.
Bethany murmured her approval. She let her skirt fall back, turned again, and bent low at the waist to hold Matthew’s face in her hand and tenderly kiss him on the lips.
“Good boy, Matty,” she whispered.
Matthew blushed at Bethany’s gentleness and stood when she beckoned him of his knees. He realized that his cock was throbbing in its cage and that his mind had slipped so easily into the first warm layers of subspace as he had submitted to her desires for such an intimate acknowledgment of their roles. Bethany quickly returned him to his former role with a few words.
“Fresh drinks for everyone, please, Matty.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Matthew said as he glanced around to see where his clothes had been put.
Bethany’s fingertips touched his chin and directed his gaze back to meet hers.
“You don’t need those anymore in front of friends here. I will tell you when you need to be dressed.”
“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said softly as he turned toward the kitchen and the task he had been given.
As Matthew reached the fridge, he heard Bethany’s voice above the chatter from the living room.
“There appears to be one more overdressed boy here this evening.”
By the time Matthew returned to the living room with a tray of fresh drinks, Rick was naked and being subjected to the roaming hands of Zoe and Janie. He couldn’t help but notice Rick’s impressive cock, long enough to have both of Janie’s hands and one of Zoe’s holding the shaft with the head still exposed, and that neither woman could wrap their hand fully around the thickness of his cock. Matthew felt that his own caged cock seemed tiny by comparison, though Bethany had teased him with her measuring tape during one video session and assured him he was “slightly above average.” Distracted by Rick’s large cock, Matthew almost overlooked the fact that it was being stroked and massaged by his little sister.
Matthew placed drinks within reach of each guest and presented Bethany with a fresh glass of wine. After he took the empty glasses to the kitchen he returned to find Bethany sitting forward in her chair with a pillow on the floor between her feet. She indicated that Matthew should kneel in front of her face to face.
With Matthew kneeling between her legs, Bethany smiled at him and sensuously licked her lips. She leaned back in the armchair and raised each of her legs to rest them on the broad padded arms. Matthew watched as she gathered the front of her skirt in her hands and drew it back to her waist.
“Lick me, Matty, make me cum.”
“Yes ma’am,” Matthew said quietly as he obediently lowered his face to her shaven pussy.
Bethany moaned as Matthew’s tongue delicately traced along the lips of her pussy, first on one side then the other. At the top of each stroke, his tongue circled her clit and lapped at its hardness before going down to start again. Bethany steadied Matthew’s head with fingertips touching each side of his head. When the slow licking of her pussy lips became too much she pressed gently. Matthew took the hint to change tactics and on his next upward lap let the tip of his tongue separate Bethany’s lips. On successive passes, each still ending with a tease of her clit, Matthew’s tongue delved deeper and deeper into Bethany’s warm, wet, pussy.
“Fuck,” Bethany moaned at last, “make me fucking cum.”
Matthew focused his attention on Bethany’s clit. With a steady rhythm of licks and gentle sucking, he knew from many hours of practice what could take her over that edge. He found a cycle that soon had quivers of an impending orgasm shaking Bethany’s pelvis against his face and he held there, not daring to change his position or the frequency or pressure of his tongue activity.
Bethany groaned deeply. She held Mathew’s face tight to her pussy and a shudder ran through her body as her orgasm washed over her. Pushing Matthew’s face back as the intensity of her orgasm crested, Bethany held him in place, just out of reach of his tongue. Catching her breath, Bethany relaxed and lowered her feet to the floor. Matthew thought about the show he had just put on for their guests as Bethany leaned forward and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips before speaking.
“Turn around and sit down, my sexy boy.”
Matthew turned. Bethany could hear his intake of breath at the sight that met his eyes.
Zoe’s dress was draped over the back of the sofa. Naked, she was straddling Rick in a reverse cowboy position and had taken every inch of Rick’s thick cock in her tight pussy. As she rocked in place, her eyes glazed over by the intense feelings of fullness. Rick’s big hands steadied her and fondled her breasts from behind.
Matthew’s attention was caught by the sight of his sister, her own dress also cast aside, kneeling between Rick’s spread thighs. Janie was licking and sucking the union of the two lovers in front of her, sucking on Rick’s heavy balls and licking upwards to lap at Zoe’s exposed clit.
Bethany’s hands slid down Matthew’s chest to tease his hard nipples.
“Should I send you over there to help Janie lick them to orgasm,” Bethany said softly in Matthew’s ear, “or shall we just watch?”
She tweaked Matthew’s nipples when he started to answer and shushed him to watch and listen.
“I suppose,” Bethany said gently, “that tonight has been an awakening in some ways, especially in learning about Janie and your parents. I’ve known since Janie came back from that weekend when your mom told her everything. And your mother has been our guide and confidante in all things kink since then. Who do you think holds court at some of the munches and play parties we’ve been going to. Oh, Matty, we have so much catching up to do once the restrictions are all lifted. I am so looking forward to leading you into those gatherings and introducing you as my collared slut.”
Bethany giggled as Matthew moaned at the combination of the nipple teasing and the highly erotic scene playing out in front of them. As they watched, Zoe adjusted to the fullness of Rick’s cock and she bounced on it for all she was worth. Rick announced his own imminent orgasm and Zoe timed it perfectly. Raising up enough to let Rick’s cock slide from her pussy, Zoe guided Janie’s mouth over the thick head just as it started spurting.
“Let’s see if she takes it all,” Bethany whispered, “Rick cums so much, but Janie is very good at swallowing every drop.
Matthew wasn’t sure if he should be uncomfortable knowing that about his sister, or proud of her for it.
Zoe’s small hands pumped Rick’s shaft to ensure that every drop of cum was milked into Janie’s eager mouth. Janie sucked down the last of Rick’s flowing cum, licked the head of his cock, and planted a soft sweet kiss right on the tip. With a satisfied smile, she stood up and leaned forward to share the flavors of Rick’s cum with Zoe in an energetic French kiss.
After kissing Zoe, Janie moved over beside Bethany’s chair. She bent over to give Bethany an equally ardent and sensual kiss while one of Bethany’s hands left Matthew’s chest to stroke and play with Janie’s breasts.
Before returning to her seat, Janie knelt down beside Matthew. Leaning close, she made as if to kiss him too.
“Isn’t cum yummy, Matty?” Janie said playfully, “don’t you love the taste of nice fresh cum?”
Janie slipped away and Bethany leaned forward as she tilted Matthew’s face up to meet hers. Bethany circled Matthew’s lips with the tip of her tongue and then kissed him as deeply as the one she had received.
“We all know Matty loves the taste of cum and that he licks up all his messes.” Bethany told her slut softly.
As the night progressed, Matthew served drinks and laid out the light snacks that had arrived earlier in the day. Finally, Zoe rounded up Rick and Janie and made sure both were ready to leave. Matthew didn’t even look for his clothes when it was time to open the apartment door and stood there as Bethany hugged and kissed her guests and made commitments to get together again soon.
With the three guests gone and the door closed, a welcome quiet filled the apartment. Bethany pulled Matthew close and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you Matty,” Bethany said, “for a wonderful evening and being so well behaved.”
“Thank you, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied softly.
“I am going to shower and change while you tidy up,” Bethany added, “I’ll put the key on your vanity so you can remove the cage to have your shower and I’ll come to tuck you into bed.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good boy,” Bethany said as she turned and headed for her bedroom.
After clearing all the used glasses and dishes, wiping down the tables in the living room and the counters in the kitchen, Matthew was looking forward to his shower. Slipping off the cage, his cock grew spontaneously to hardness as a lingering result of his caged frustration all evening. He cleaned up and prepared for bed, and made certain to wash the parts of the chastity cage to ensure they were ready in case Bethany wanted him to wear it again.
After his shower, Matthew was in his room laying naked on his bed. The only illumination was what spilled through the open doorway from the accent lighting in the hall. So many images from the evening filled his head and kept his cock stiff.
Bethany entered the room quietly in slippers and a long silky robe. She turned the desk chair and sat beside the bed. Placing one hand on Matthew’s chest she smiled down at him with affection. As one fingernail teased one of Matthew’s nipples, she spoke in a calm quiet tone.
“I know there were some surprises for you tonight Matty, and I can say there will be more to come. Trust me and you will be fine as we further explore this kinky world.”
Bethany raised a hand to Matthew’s mouth. He licked her palm, wetting it thoroughly. Bethany wrapped her wet hand around Matthew’s cock, feeling its heat and hardness, and started stroking gently.
“You are mine now, Matty. I’ve waited so long and dreamed of this moment. My desire for it only became stronger after I learned about the kinkiness in your family and my own predilections. But now you are mine. This cock is mine. These balls are mine. And I will decide when and how you cum. I will decide who can play with, either by my choice, or because I give you permission to explore with someone. But you will always be back in my arms and kneeling at my feet.”
Matthew reacted to Bethany’s stroking hand. His entire body shook with the feeling of an impending orgasm.
“Please Mistress,” he moaned, “I am going to cum if you continue.”
“I know, Matty,” Bethany said softly, “cum for me so I may feed you.”