A Project for Bethany

Bethany was in her bedroom recording a session with her friend Rick. Matthew was in his room too, naked and locked in a chastity cage so he couldn’t cum while he watched Bethany and Rick fuck for her clients. It was a frustrating situation for Matthew, but he wouldn’t have chosen to be anywhere else. Sitting at his desk, his eyes were glued to the monitor that showed the video feed from Bethany’s bedroom.

Matthew knew the recording session was on Bethany’s calendar and had already planned to spend the evening in his room to watch her and Rick play. It was a fairly regular arrangement with Rick being Bethany’s favorite stunt cock for her bespoke erotic videos. Rick and his partner, Zoe, were both frequent visitors to the apartment and they had been guests at the collaring ceremony when Bethany claimed Matthew as her own submissive.

Rick’s arrival at the apartment was such a regular occurrence that Matthew had greeted him at the door as usual. Rick was inside and slipping off his shoes as Matthew closed the door before realizing that he was still naked except for his collar and the chastity cage he had worn all day for Bethany. Even with that fleeting moment of anxiousness… what if someone had seen him… Matthew found it less odd when Rick turned to him and gave him a great bear hug to say hello and to pass on greetings from Zoe.

“Zoe said to give you a hug and to tell you she’ll be thinking of you getting all horny tonight while Beth and I play.”

“Uh…,” Matthew paused as the message sank in, “thanks, I guess.”

As the men separated, the suddenness of Bethany’s voice startled Matthew and drew a chuckle from Rick.

“I’m not going to tell you two to get a room, because I need Rick’s cock to myself tonight.”

Matthew blushed as he watched Bethany approach. She was wearing a form-fitting little black dress with narrow shoulder straps that barely held the top edge above her nipples. The hem was right at the point where her thighs joined and it was only by careful movement and the tension of the dress material that prevented it from riding up to her hips. The rest of Bethany’s outfit was a pair of patterned thigh-high stockings that were a few inches short of reaching the hem of the dress, and a pair of 5-inch stilettos.

Bethany’s hair was drawn up in a bun at the back of her head, which ensured the large gold hoop earrings she wore swung freely. Her makeup was bold with smokey eyes and bright red lipstick. Her nails, both fingers and toes, were a bright red to match her lips.

“Hello, Richard,” Bethany teased with breathless pronunciation as she allowed herself to be drawn into the circle of his broad chest and muscular arms, “did you bring me my package.”

“I did, my lady,” Rick laughed, “it’s just waiting for you to unwrap it.”

“Well then,” Bethany replied, “why don’t you go to my room and I’ll be right along.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rick said with a wink as he followed her direction.

“And you, my dear,” Bethany turned to Matthew, “I have something for you. Come with me.”

Mathew followed Bethany down the hallway past her bedroom suite and into the bathroom across from Matthew’s own smaller bedroom. On the vanity counter, a small white towel covered something that hadn’t been there when Matthew had showered and shaved before waiting for Rick’s arrival.

Bethany smiled as she lifted the towel.

“This is for you to ride while you watch us tonight, Matty,” she said.

Matthew stared. He swallowed apprehensively.

“Uh,… but… it’s so big,” he stammered.

“Sweetie,” Bethany said softly as she lifted the heavy dildo, “you’ve enjoyed toys as thick as this for me, and toys that have been as long. This might be the first time we’ve combined both of those attributes, but I think you’ll be just fine. Now, slide it in before I go.”

Matthew took the offered dildo and was surprised by its bulk and weight. At nearly eight inches long and an inch and a half thick it was over an inch longer than his own erect cock and noticeably wider.

Falling into the comfortable routine that he followed each time a toy was left out for his ass to be plugged, Matthew reached for the pump bottle of lube that was always next to the sink. Automatically, he lifted one foot onto the stool in the bathroom and leaned forward slightly as he lubed his asshole and pressed two fingers inside.

Bethany moved to the doorway while Matthew started lubricating his rear hole and watched with a pleased smile. Matthew stroked the dildo, covering its head and shaft with the thick lubricant. As he pressed the head of the dildo against his asshole and moved to plant the base on the stool for a downward push, Bethany squeezed her thighs together as she imagined how it was going to feel.

Matthew’s practice with their collection of plugs was not a wasted preparation. He gasped as the thick head slid past his sphincter, and moaned as the thick shaft slid deeper and deeper until his ass-cheeks rested on the stool.

“Good boy,” Bethany said once Matthew’s lidded eyes opened enough to look up at her.

“Thank you, Miss Bethany,” Matthew murmured.

Bethany tossed Matthew a small towel so he could start wiping the excess lube from his hands. As he watched, she crossed the small bathroom to stand close and put her hands on Matthew’s shoulders. Leaning down, Bethany put her lips close to Matthew’s ear.

“That is a gift from Rick and Zoe,” Bethany said softly, “It’s an exact replica of Rick’s hard cock, and now you will know what I’m feeling when he fucks me tonight.”

Matthew moaned deeply as his mind absorbed the fact that he was experiencing the feeling of Rick’s cock deep in his as and would have it there while he watched Rick fuck Bethany.

Bethany was gone by the time Matthew looked up again. He stood slowly, knowing that when he sat in his desk chair the dildo was going to drive deep inside his ass again.

Matthew rocked on the heavy dildo in his ass while watching Bethany entertain Rick as she recorded a new video for one of her clients. In the hour-long session, he watched Rick fuck Bethany’s shaven pussy with deep hard strokes. Rick came deep in Bethany’s pussy and then sprawled on the king-size bed while Bethany sucked his cock to hardness once again. She rode him hard, letting his heavy cock churn the cum already filling her until he warned her he could cum again with a little more stimulation. The pair slid off the bed and Bethany knelt in front of Rick. She milked his cock with both hands as she sucked the head until he was ready to cum. Pulling her head back, Bethany opened her mouth wide. Rick’s cum shot deep in her open mouth and coated her cheeks and chin with his thick cream.

As Rick’s second orgasm subsided, Bethany turned toward the recording camera that was also providing the view on Matthew’s monitor. With a grin and a saucy wink, she showed her audience the cum in her mouth, then swallowed and revealed that it was gone.

Bethany moved to her desk and with a few practiced keystrokes shut down the recording system. The camera continued to provide a view of Bethany’s bedroom to Matthew. He watched as Bethany turned her back on the camera and, in the background, he could see Rick already sliding his pants up his legs.

“Gotta run, Beth,” Rick said, “Zoe told me not to stay later than you needed me, and she’s been itching for a reason to paddle my butt.”

Bethany laughed at the thought of the feisty Zoe, at under five feet tall, taking a paddle to Rick’s well-toned ass. The couple had a height difference of well over 12 inches, but Bethany knew that Rick would surrender to her in a heartbeat. They were a loving and fully committed couple of bi-sexual switches who enjoyed a very open relationship built on communication. They were also both terrible teases and loved to arouse one another with the tales of their sexual encounters with others.

“Give Zoe some hugs and licks from me,” Bethany told Rick as he headed for the apartment door.

Rick laughed.

“The way you’ve drained me, that’s all I’ll be able to offer her.”

“You’re welcome,” Bethany called down the hall as Rick was halfway to the elevator.

Bethany closed the apartment door before she realized that she’d been standing in the open doorway dressed only in the thigh-high stockings that remained from her outfit, and the generous coatings of Rick’s cum on her pussy, upper thighs, and face. Smiling, she wondered what Mrs. Swanson across the hall would have said if she’d looked out at that moment.

As Bethany and Rick disappeared from the view of the monitor, Matthew could hear bits of their exchange through his open doorway. Holding the last images of Bethany in his mind, he was still rocking when Bethany walked into the room.

“Hello, slut, did you enjoy that?”

Matthew turned his desk chair to face Bethany. He was used to seeing her in various stages of dress and undress around the apartment, from casual wear to a wide variety of lingerie and fetish wear. But he had long come to realize that she never looked sexier than she did after enjoying a thorough fucking. Her disarrayed hair, the slightly smeared makeup, her breasts heaving as she recovered from a passionate workout. These all contributed to the way Matthew’s cock struggled to grow within the chastity cage.

A low moan slipped from Matthew’s lips as he watched Bethany approach. He didn’t realize that he was still noticeably rocking on the thick dildo or that his mouth was open in amazement at the raw sexuality of her appearance.

Bethany paused in front of Matthew and smiled. She ran one finger across her right cheek, scooping up a stray droplet of Rick’s cum, and popped the finger into her mouth to suck clean.

Matthew watched, mesmerized, as Bethany’s lips closed around her finger and sucked the digit like it was the cum producing cock that had so recently fucked her pussy and face. He followed Bethany’s finger as it slipped from her mouth to scoop up another bit of cum from her breasts. Matthew’s tongue licked his lips, imitating the slow path Bethany’s finger took as she painted her own lips with the fresh cum.

Stepping forward to straddle Matthew’s knees, Bethany’s fingertips slipped under Matthew’s chin and with the slightest pressure, she tipped his head back. Matthew moaned, deep and soft in the back of his throat, as Bethany’s lips covered his in a deep wet kiss. He thought of the times she’d fed him his own cum from her mouth, and the times she’d coaxed him to taste the remains of Rick’s cum on her fingers or other body parts after a video session. But this was the first time she’d been so bold to make it so clear he was cleaning up her lover’s cum. As fleetingly as that thought crossed Matthew’s mind, he realized that he didn’t mind at all. The intensity of Bethany’s sexuality and her overpowering presence at the moment was enough to convince him that he wanted this as much as she did.

“Fuck,” Bethany said with a low voice as she broke off the kiss, “Rick’s cock feels so good in all my holes, but he left too soon. I need to cum again.”

Matthew’s cock throbbed in its cage as he felt Bethany’s hand slide between their bodies. her fingers slid directly into her well-fucked pussy, stroking deeply as she kissed Matthew again.

Breaking off the second kiss, Bethany offered her sopping fingers to Matthew.

“I need your tongue, Matty.”

Matthew looked at Bethany’s fingers, dripping with the mixture of her and Rick’s cum and juices. He opened his mouth and lowered his lips over the fingers, sucking then clean before replying.

“Yes, Miss Bethany.”

Smiling, Bethany hooked one finger under Matthew’s collar and with a gentle pull upwards indicated he should rise. Matthew began to stand and had to quickly grab the dildo before it slide from his relaxed and well-used ass.

Bethany giggled.

“I guess Rick fucked us both really nicely,” she said, “leave that in the bathroom and come to me.”

Matthew nodded and watched Bethany turned and walked out of the room. He held the dildo in place as he stood, surprising himself as he let it slide in and out a few inches. He knew that as much of a challenge its initial insertion may have been, he was going to miss its filling bulk once it was out. Overriding that thought, he proceeded to the bathroom, dropped the dildo in the sink to be cleaned, wiped away the excess lube, and headed toward Bethany’s open bedroom door.

Bethany was waiting, sprawled on her big bed with legs spread wide. She was gently stroking her clit when Matthew appeared and she smiled at him as he crawled onto the bed.

“Lick me, Matty,” she said softly, “make me cum and then come up here and cuddle with me.”

Matthew lowered his body to the mattress between Bethany’s open thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of the juices Bethany’s fingers were spreading around her lips and clit. Softly, he kissed her inner thighs, on one side and then the other, working his way upward to his goal. Matthew inhaled the scent of Bethany’s continuing arousal, he could see that her pussy lips were reddened and slightly swollen from that arousal and the way that Rick’s cock had stretched and pounded them. It wasn’t the first time he’d been reminded that his tongue and Rick’s cock had each been in all of Bethany’s sexy holes. Matthew moaned softly as he lowered his lips to Bethany’s pussy and softly kissed her clit.

Bethany’s fingertips rested lightly against each side of Matthew’s head as he slowly licked and sucked her pussy. Unsure if she was ready to pull his mouth in tighter, or to push him away, she smiled as he carefully found a rhythm that added to her arousal without pushing through to an intensity she couldn’t bear.

Matthew showed that he had learned from the many hours he had spent between Bethany’s legs. He was practiced at licking her to maintain a comfortable state of arousal, whether it while she relaxed, or focused on a task on her phone or tablet. He could also put her on a path to orgasm if that is what she desired and many times he had felt her thighs tighten on his head as she moaned or squealed in climax. Bethany smiled as she knew that his best skill was in knowing what path to take between gentle and intense and their various outcomes.

As Bethany relaxed and her thighs fell open even further, Matthew knew to press on, lapping slowly and steadily, his tongue sliding deep with each stroke and then up to caress Bethany’s clit. When Bethany’s thighs shook with a minor tremor and she pushed her pussy up to Matthew’s tongue, he knew to hold his place and keep licking exactly as he had been to elicit that response.

Bethany came, not with a scream but with a soft moan and a whimper. She gently pushed Matthew’s head back just enough to break contact as her orgasm flowed through her body and subsided.

“Come up here,” she whispered, “hold me.”

Matthew slid up the mattress to lie behind Bethany as she rolled on her side. He wasn’t sure which of them drifted off to sleep first but he woke an hour later as Bethany tried to move even closer to the warmth of his body as she continued to sleep.

Slipping off the bed quietly, Matthew grabbed one of the light blankets Bethany liked and was covering his sleeping Mistress when she woke just enough to notice he wasn’t behind her anymore. Bethany patted the mattress in front of her and sleepily told Matthew to return to the bed with her. She hugged him close, letting him be the small spoon as she slipped back into slumber.

Matthew woke the following morning to the aroma of fresh coffee and the sounds of Bethany at her desk reviewing the previous night’s video feeds as she began editing the previous night’s recording. Frozen on one of the smaller screens above her main workspace was an image of Matthew taken from his own computer camera during the recording session. The image had caught him with half-closed eyes, holding both his nipples between fingertips, as his torso was thrust forward in a posture that showed he was aggressively riding the dildo in his ass. The view also showed part of the cage that secured his cock during the evening and overnight.

“Good morning, sleepy boy,” Bethany said in her cheerful sing-song morning-person voice.

“Good morning, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said as he moved to stand between Bethany and the doorway, ready to slip away as soon as she permitted.

Bethany turned her chair toward the naked man and crooked a finger to indicate that Matthew should come closer, until he was standing close, almost touching her knees. Bethany wore a white cotton housecoat that was loosely tied at her waist and revealed her generous cleavage. Her wet hair and the fresh smell of her shampoo informed Matthew that she had already showered. He realized this meant she had probably exercised as well while he continued to sleep and she’d obviously made the morning pot of coffee.

Noticing that Matthew was looking at his own image on the upper monitor Bethany smiled.

“That,” she said, “was right about the time of my second orgasm on Rick’s cock, when he was filling me with all that yummy cum.”

Matthew blushed as he realized the reference to yummy cum was alluding to the fact that he had licked it all from Bethany’s pussy and consumed it after Rick’s departure.

Bethany reached over and cupped Matthew’s balls under the chastity cage.

“I guess we didn’t get to play with my cock and balls last night,” she said, “Rick wore me out more than I had expected.”

After a gentle squeeze, she released Matthew’s balls and drew back her hand.

“The key is on your vanity, clean up, have your work out, and maybe there will be time later to reward a slutty boy for being so good last night.”

“Yes ma’am,” replied Matthew as he turned to follow his instructions, “thank you.”

Matthew found the key to the chastity cage as expected. Beside it was a note in Bethany’s girlish writing, “No cage or plug today for my very good boy. Love, B.” Matthew smiled, his cock might remain free for the day, but it also meant it was available any time Bethany chose to tease him to hardness and leave him repeatedly in his growing frustration until she decided it was time to play. After cleaning up the cage and the previous night’s toy, Matthew rinsed in the shower before heading to the living room for his workout. He looked forward to the way the regular routines of weights, stretching, and yoga cleared his head and relaxed his body.

Twenty minutes later Matthew was laying on the flat bench doing presses with dumbbells when Bethany walked into the room holding her coffee cup. She waited until Matthew set down the weights before she stepped forward, placed her cup on the coffee table, and quickly straddled the naked man’s thighs. Edging forward, Bethany used one hand to trap Matthew’s growing cock against her pussy and lower stomach.

“How’s it going, Matty,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“Good,” gasped Matthew, the contact with his cock overflowing his brain with urges.

“That’s great,” Bethany said as her fingertips moved ever so slightly up and down the shaft of Matthew’s cock.

“I was getting distracted,” she continued, “watching the video of you watching Rick and I. You were getting so turned on watching his big cock stretch and fill my pussy that you were really riding that cock in your ass. Were you imagining him fucking you while you watched him fuck me?”

“Uh…,” Matthew sputtered, unable to form coherent words.

“I’m not gay,” Matthew stammered once he was able, “I was watching you, Miss.”

Bethany’s teasing fingers continued their torment.

“It’s not about being gay or not,” Bethany said, “some people are, and some aren’t, some folks are bi and some are poly, and some just don’t use labels and love and make love to whoever turns them on.”

A shiver of erotic frustration went through Matthew’s body as he absorbed Bethany’s words.

Bethany leaned forward, her hand wrapping around Matthew’s cock.

“Would you call Rick gay?” she asked softly.

“Uh… no,” Matthew said, unsure of where she was going with her question.

“Not even if he and Zoe like to have a man join them occasionally, or if he even sometimes plays with another guy himself?”

Matthew opened his mouth to reply but had no answer to offer. His eyes met Bethany’s. She knew his mind was, bit by bit, rewiring itself to a new and broader way of thinking throughout their relationship. She had seen similar moments of change in him a few times over the period they lived together. Sitting back up, her hand began stroking Matthew’s cock lightly as she spoke.

“Men and women can enjoy cocks and pussies and lips and asses and everything else. It doesn’t matter who they are attached to or how they present themselves as long as mutual consent and enjoyment are the basis. Playing with whoever we desire, pleasing them, and letting them please us, is how we discover more and more about ourselves.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Matthew moaned as his mind struggled to focus on Bethany’s words and not her teasing touch.

Bethany started teasing the head of Matthew’s cock with her fingertips.

“When Rick’s cock slid from my pussy and started cumming in my mouth and on my face, did Matty think about being there beside me, and maybe getting splashed too?”

Matthew closed his eyes. Not trusting his voice, he nodded in reply.

“Good boy,” Bethany said with a bright smile, “thank you for being honest with me. I want you to imagine me straddling Rick and riding his hard cock. When I am close to orgasm, would you lick my clit to get me over the edge? Would you help Rick make me cum?”

“Yes Mistress,” Matthew whispered.

Bethany smiled down at the submissive man, enjoying the way he admitted new desires and surrendered to her suggestions as he realized they excited him too. Slowly she released his cock, stood up, picked up her coffee cup, and headed to the kitchen for a refill.

Matthew was still catching his breath as Bethany passed by on her way back to her video editing task.

After finishing his workout, cleaning up, and making himself an early lunch, Matthew spent the afternoon in his bedroom. Bethany had asked that he avoid the kitchen for a few hours because she was going to do a video chat with her mobile camera stands for a client. Matthew wasn’t sure what her plan was for the kitchen, and decided it was best not to ask.

In his room, Matthew checked for emails from prospective employers with which he still had outstanding resume submissions. He also browsed job listings in his field but found no new ones that piqued his interest. Over the past few months he’d picked up some free-lance work-from-home gigs that helped pay his bills, but there was nothing solid on the horizon.

As he explored employment possibilities, he knew it wasn’t with the same urgency that he’d had when he first moved in with Bethany. The money she transferred to his account regularly had increased over time as his appearances in her teasing videos increased. She’d joked about it being an “allowance” at first, but that was overturned the first time she dropped a pay stub on his chest while he was pressing weights. He’d looked at the pay stub and then to Bethany with a quizzical expression.

“You, my dear,” Bethany had explained, “are an adult entertainer and a part-time employee of ‘B’s Tease Productions.’ Don’t worry, your taxes have already been deducted and submitted. The balance you see there went into your account this morning. While the business side of things can be a pain, I do like being able to buy lingerie, shoes, and dildos as deductible expenses.”

While the amount of his “pay” each month varied depending on Bethany’s video sales and online advertising revenues, it was more than enough to cover his share of the rent and his other expenses with a little left over each time to go into his investments.

“Not a bad gig, for a slutty boy,” Matthew thought with a bemused grin.

Matthew was idly exploring Reddit and trying to stay away from erotic subreddits when Bethany walked into the room with a cheery greeting.

“Good afternoon Matthew. Have you been doing your homework? I made cookies!”

Startled, Matthew’s first response was to reach to his keyboard to hide a window that didn’t actually need to be hidden, and which he wouldn’t usually have hidden from Bethany no matter what was showing. After that immediate reaction, he turned to watch Bethany cross the room from the door to his desk.

Bethany was dressed as the epitome of the 1950s suburban mom. She wore a bright red-plaid gingham dress with a flowing knee-length skirt and short puffy sleeves. Over the dress was a ruffled white apron that matched the hemline of the dress in length and which had a full bib that covered but did not diminish her form. On her legs Bethany wore white stockings and high-heeled black and white saddle shoes.

With her hair in a bun and minimal makeup accentuated by a smear of flour on one cheek, Bethany looked like she’s just walked out of a period sitcom. Her bright smile and the plate of warm cookies only added to the illusion that she was who she appeared to be.

“Would you like a cookie, Matty?”

“Uh… sure,” Matthew replied as he started to realize that this was Bethany’s outfit for the video she was making in the kitchen.

“Oh! But first,” Bethany exclaimed, “tell me what you think of my outfit.”

Before Matthew could say anything more, Bethany held up the plate of cookies on the fingertips of one hand and twirled slowly to give Matthew the full display of her attire. She paused when her back was turned to Matthew and then slowly finished her turn.

Speechless, Matthew sat there with a sloppy smile on his face. It all made sense now. Bethany may have been in the kitchen recording a cookie-making video while dressed as a 1950s housewife, but that was just the front view.

Bethany’s fashion show twirl had exposed to Matthew the fact that her dress had no back. Held in place by the neckband, sleeves, and waistband, the dress fully exposed Bethany from the rear. Under the dress, she wore a white lace bra, matching panties, and a suspender belt encircling her hips with six straps down each thigh from front to back that clipped onto her white stockings.

Matthew stared at Bethany’s dress when she turned back to face him. He quietly licked his lips as he imagined the views her watchers would get in the video of her bustling about the kitchen making cookies.

“Matty…?” Bethany teased with a musical tone.

“Uh… yeah…,” Matthew stumbled over his words, “Wow…. just wow!”

“Well,” said Bethany as she stepped forward and offered the plate of cookies, “I guess that’s a supporting vote.”

“It’s a beautiful dress, front and back,” Matthew said with more confidence as he reached for a cookie.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Bethany said with a smile, “for that you can have an extra cookie.”

Matthew smiled like he’d won the lottery. Two large, warm, fresh chocolate chip cookies. One for each hand as he watched Bethany walk slowly toward the door. She paused in the open doorway and looked back with a smile.

“Babe,” she said sweetly, “would you mind tidying up the kitchen since you’ll be making dinner soon anyway.”

Matthew nodded, even as he realized that it just might be a disaster zone.

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” he replied, “I will do that.”

“Thank you, Matty,” Bethany’s words floated back from the hallway as she headed for her bedroom.

Unsure if he’d just gotten played into cleaning up the kitchen, Matthew took the first bite of one cookie. He savored its rich sweetness and the large warm chocolate chunks that were distributed throughout the body of the cookie. Halfway through the first cookie, he set the second aside to enjoy later. He also knew that he’d willingly clean up the kitchen every time if these were the reward.

Resigned to his fate, Matthew headed for the kitchen to see what awaited him. What he saw as he rounded the corner into the galley kitchen was another pleasant surprise. Bethany’s camera and lighting stands had been moved out of the way, all of the used dishes and cookware were either already in the dishwasher or stacked neatly beside the sink, and the only urgent requirement was to give all the surfaces a thorough cleaning before he started preparing for dinner. The remaining cookies were resting on a cooling rack on the stove, and he would check with Bethany for instructions before packing them away.

After cleaning the counters and, for good measure, tidying the cupboards where he knew Bethany had been looking for cooking utensils and ingredients, Matthew moved the cookies off the stove and started preheating the oven for dinner. Working efficiently, he prepared vegetables and a small pork tenderloin to be roasted on a sheet pan with a light coating of oil and balsamic vinegar. As the oven warmed, he gathered the necessary dishes and utensils for the table and positioned them at the end of the kitchen counter.

Once the pan was in the oven, Matthew went and knocked quietly on Bethany’s door. Confirming that the cookies could be packed away and that she would like wine with her dinner, and some for Matthew too if he wanted, Matthew let her know when dinner should be ready.

As Matthew waited for his cooking timer, he busied himself with his usual routine of tidying up the living area of the apartment. He then set the table, placing two wine glasses beside their respective places. He was ready when the timer went off to check the food, pull it from the oven, and plate it as nicely as he could. He was just setting the plates on the table when Bethany appeared and headed across the living room.

Bethany wore a tight and very brief emerald blue dress. Hugging her breasts, waist, and hips, it moved with her like a second skin. Her hair was up in a casual bun near the top of her head and pierced with two textured steel hair sticks. To complement the dress Bethany wore patterned gray thigh-high stockings and black Louboutin stilettos. Her makeup was bold enough for a night in the clubs and the diamonds in her pendant earrings sparkled as she moved.

Matthew held Bethany’s chair and spoke softly as she sat down, “You look very beautiful tonight, Miss Bethany.”

“Thank you, Matty,” Bethany replied playfully, “I thought I would dress for dinner tonight.”

“I… uh…,” Matthew started as he looked down at his own nudity, “should I have?”

“Oh, my dear,” Bethany exclaimed as she ran the fingernails of one hand along the underside of Matthew’s hardening cock, “when you are wearing nothing but your collar, or shall we say ‘My collar,’ you are dressed perfectly to be my dinner companion.”

“Thank you, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said with a grin, “I am always ready to dress this way for you.”

Over dinner, Bethany and Matthew discussed their upcoming schedules which, as usual, worked around her plans for video recording sessions. Matthew made a mental note to confirm his calendar reminders for the ones he would be participating in and pondered which might include periods of preparatory chastity. They also discussed which of their friends and family had also completed vaccinations and how it might open up the possibilities of having visitors more often.

“I was thinking,” said Bethany, “of inviting Zoe and Rick for an evening. They’ve been wanting to introduce me to a play partner of theirs, an old friend of Rick’s from his university days. Luke, I think they said his name was. Zoe said she’ll give me Rick for the evening and she’ll be Luke’s date. And I told them if we gathered here, you could be our servant for the evening. Would you like that Matty? Would you serve me and my friends drinks and snacks?”

Matthew paused before answering, his mind whirling with images of Bethany, Rick, Zoe, and now another man to join them. He had no illusions that it would be a completely vanilla evening.

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied in a measured tone that indicated he wasn’t completed committed to the idea, “I would do that for you.”

“Oh good,” Bethany said with a bright smile as she held up her wineglass to be filled again, “I’ll work out the details with Zoe. You know, if you don’t want to be the only one in the servant role, I could invite Janie to join us, I’m sure I could come up with matching uniforms for you.”

Matthew’s eyes widened at the thought of his younger sister, who had been Bethany’s best friend through high school and university, joining the party that his over-active imagination was suddenly picturing. One small part of his brain wanted to scream “No!” but he reminded himself that Janie had been there for his collaring ceremony and there were few secrets left in his family. He decided to play it safe and paused before replying as he stood to take the wine bottle from the end of the kitchen counter.

“I don’t think she’d be needed, ma’am,” Matthew said calmly as he refilled Bethany’s glass, “but it will, of course, be your decision.”

Bethany smiled. She held her wineglass in one hand and with the other reached out to cup and fondle Matthew’s balls before he could turn away with the wine bottle.

“Thank you, Matty,” she said as she squeezed Matthew’s balls gently, “you are my very good boy. I’m sure we’d still have lots of fun with Janie here too.”

“Yes ma’am,” groaned Matthew, his knees shaking from the sustained erotic contact after spending the day wondering if Bethany was going to play with him.

“Poor Matty, you didn’t get to cum last night or today, did you,” Bethany asked her trembling boy.

“No, Miss Bethany,” Matthew gasped.

Bethany released Matthew’s balls, leaving him unsure if that was going to lead to another night of frustration.

“Kneel,” Bethany directed, “hands behind your back”

Matthew placed the wine bottle on the table and lowered himself to his knees. Bethany turned her chair to face him and drew him close between her spread knees.

Bethany smiled at Matthew kneeling for her so obediently. She reached out and ran one fingertip along the front of the collar he wore to signify his commitment to her and his submission to her domination. Hooking the collar gently with one finger she drew Matthew slightly forward and tipped his head back. Softly, her lips met his in a warm and gentle kiss.

“Are you my good boy, Matty?” Bethany asked softly.

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied, “I am your good boy.”

Bethany placed her hands on Matthew’s shoulders and then lightly stroked down his arms with her hands. Smiling as she held Matthew’s gaze, she brought her hands to his chest and began slowly teasing his nipples to hardness. Glancing downward, she could see that Matthew’s cock was already fully erect.

Keeping contact with Matthew’s nipple with one hand, Bethany used the other to reach across the table and grab Matthew’s wine glass. Dumping the last few drops of his wine into her own glass she held the wine glass up where Matthew could see it.

“Take this,” Bethany said, “hold it over the head of your cock and stroke the shaft with your other hand.”

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said, his words barely above a moan as he took the glass and followed her instructions.

Bethany ensured that Matthew was looking into her eyes again and then resumed teasing his nipples

“Slow, steady strokes, tell me if you think you’re going to cum,” she said.

“Did you enjoy watching me take Rick’s big cock in my pussy and mouth last night?” Bethany asked, “Did you like seeing him fill me with his hot cum?”

“Yes…” moaned Matthew.

“When my pussy lips were stretched around his cock, did you think about how the dildo in your ass was an exact copy of the one fucking me?”

“Y… yes…”

“And has Matty been thinking about what it would be like to suck my clit while I had that big cock deep in my pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Matthew replied, his words a deep moan.

“If you were right there when Rick came, you could lick my pussy clean as soon as his cock slipped from my pussy.”

Matthew groaned at the thought, his body trembling as he struggled to maintain stroking his own cock.

Bethany’s fingers tightened on Matthew’s nipples.

“If I was going to have you that close, I might have to train you to suck my juices from his cock too.”

“Mistress…,” Mathew moaned, “this slut is so close to cumming.”

Bethany smiled. She pulled gently on Matthew’s nipples and lowered her lips to his. Before kissing him deeply she whispered.

“Cum for me, Matty, cum for me now.”

Matthew moaned into Bethany’s kiss as a shudder ran through his body and the cum started spurting from his hard cock. He surrendered to Bethany’s invading tongue in his mouth as he did his best to ensure that every drop of his cum was captured in the wine glass.

Bethany didn’t break the kiss or release Matthew’s nipples until the shaking of his body subsided and she was certain his orgasm had ended. Sitting back in her chair, she held out one hand.

Matthew obediently handed over the wine glass with its contents.

Holding up the wine glass, Bethany swished its contents around the bottom of the bowl in gentle circles. She smiled as she pondered the possibility of milking Matthew through two or three consecutive orgasms to see if his balls could produce noticeably more. Tucking the idea away for the future, she offered the glass back to Matthew with only an expectant look for direction.

Matthew took the glass. He looked up to Bethany’s eyes and softly bit his lower lip as he quickly realized what she expected.

In one smooth motion, Matthew raised the wine glass to his lips, tilted it back, and drained the contents into his mouth. His eyes were back to gazing at Bethany’s as he swallowed.

Bethany’s face lit up with a bright smile.

“Good boy,” she said softly as she leaned forward to kiss Matthew again, her tongue thrusting into his mouth to taste traces of the cum he’d just consumed.

Breaking off the kiss, Bethany sat back in her chair. In an instant, her tone changed back to one that was relaxed and conversational.

“Thank you for making a lovely dinner, Matty,” Bethany said as she sipped the last of her own wine while Matthew returned to his seat, “tonight you may edge my cock, but no more cumming. Tomorrow, I may decide to put you back in the cage in preparation for our next recording session, the fans do seem to like a boy who’s already on edge when we start. A full day of chastity and seeing your cock grow when I take off the cage for the camera seems to be the magic formula for some of them.”

“I will behave, Miss Bethany,” Matthew assumed her.

“I know you will, sweetie. You’re always so supportive and well behaved, if it wasn’t for our maintenance spankings, I’d never get to paddle your butt.”

Matthew blushed slightly, the mention of spankings also serving as a reminder that, by Bethany’s schedule, he was probably overdue for one. Submitting to the ritual of maintenance spankings probably had more of an effect on Matthew than the spanking itself. He occasionally found himself looking forward to them for the intimate contact that accompanied them and the opportunity for teasing play that Bethany sometimes added. Matthew had decided that being sent to stand in a corner after each spanking was probably the one thing he remained apprehensive over. His thoughts were betrayed to Bethany when he instinctively looked over toward the corner near the apartment door where he usually found himself at those times.

Bethany smiled when she noted where Matthew’s gaze was directed. She’d also noted that it had been a longer interval, by a few days, than she normally allowed between spankings. She reminded herself that while a spanking may be overdue, there was no need to increase the amount of spanking she usually chose to give because Matthew had been a very responsive sub lately.