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What is a duet story? The story is told twice – once from the perspective of the male sub written by Reluctant Man, and once from the perspective of the Domme written by Logan Love.

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Chapter 4 (Russell)

“Good boy,” she said and her voice sounded even more sexy and I was once again struck strangely by the praise. I felt very warm and pleased that my answer was a good one.

“Exactly. I think it would be something you’d very much respond to, especially given how you were in bondage. The bondage, and the helplessness you felt, would make you hyper-sensitive and very aware of everything being done to you. Including my touch.”

Suddenly, before I even had a chance to react, I felt her fingers gently graze the wrist of the hand that had been gripping my glass, and I froze for a second. “ It would be one of those power exchanges I mentioned where I would be completely in charge of your sexual pleasure. …And I can see that idea seems to genuinely excite you a little, doesn’t it Russell?”

I was WAY off balance now mainly because she was absolutely right. My cock was fully hard now between imagining the scenario and the way she was talking to and looking at me. She almost looked like a predator eyeing its prey and I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on beyond my own arousal.

“I…I see…” I managed to say in response.“Do you really, Russell?” she asked, pressing the topic. “When you theorized you were “feeling submissive” towards me specifically, I think you were more right than even you knew at that moment, despite not having a knowledge about D&S.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, still struggling to get words out.

She continued, not missing a beat. “Well… I consider myself a dominant woman. A woman that likes to be in control, especially of an obedient, submissive man. And well… with how right I think you were in saying that…you really piqued my interest, Russell.”

“Piqued your interest?” I parrotted, unsure of what else to say, knowing what she meant but needing her to say it regardless.

“...As a potential submissive partner,” she confirmed, letting the words hang in the air a bit before continuing.

Lily swallowed down the remainder of her drink and sat her glass back on the table before finishing what she had to say. “I know you don’t know a lot yet, and that’s okay. I can guide you through it at a pace you can handle. If you want to, that is. I can take care of you, keep you safe. You can trust me.”

I looked up into her eyes again, and that didn’t help me at all. I felt trapped by them. On the surface, it was absurd that this diminutive woman would have any power over me or be able to protect me from anything…. But I believed that she would. I remembered keenly what it felt like to be helpless as she touched me. What would be the harm in exploring those feelings more fully? Besides impacting my ego?

She continued before I had too long to think about it. “...I really see a lot of potential in you, Russell. You are absolutely not the type of guy I think I’d normally approach for this type of thing, not by a long shot.”

A small chuckle escaped me that I couldn’t help, in definite agreement with that statement. “Yeah, I can see that.”

“Regardless,” she continued on, still smiling at me and not losing her train of thought. “I think you’d be doing yourself a disservice if you didn’t consider it. Especially after how you enjoyed the bondage earlier and your reaction to it. I realize this is way outside of your comfort zone most likely, but I felt compelled to ask you anyway, and to be honest and upfront with you.”

Lily paused, taking a breath and studying me before she asked the question I’d been waiting for her to ask me, at the end of all of this. The one question that would change everything.

“What do you say? I’d really like it if you tried to open up your mind a little and learn some about the D&S dynamic and explore it a little with me.” That smile… those eyes… How in the fucking hell was I ever going to ever say no to this woman? It seemed like an impossible feat. “Would you be willing to give it a try?”

Maybe I would have made it, maybe I could have denied her the experience, if that had been the last words she’d said. But then she’d tacked on a few extra words, and I knew I was lost. “For me?”“Can I….can I trust you to be discreet about all of this? If we do? I... this is all so new to me and I’m really not entirely sure what you’re asking of me or what it all entails, but I also can’t deny what I am feeling right now. About it… About you… But it has to stay private. Nobody else can know about this… about my….that I’m…exploring submission. I really think I need that, please.”Those were the most words I had strung together in quite some time, and it had taken a lot of effort to get them out, but I felt very strongly about them if I was going to explore…whatever this was. Whatever it could be.

“Of course,” she replied, nodding. “It’ll just be between us. We won’t do anything you don’t explicitly agree to first, I promise. I have a strong feeling you’re going to enjoy it and you’ll learn a lot of new things about yourself. But yes, Russell. Only you and I will know for now, I promise.”I didn’t really notice the ‘for now’ part of her statement, being caught up in her gaze on me and the promise that it would just be between us. “I um….I…. okay. Yes. I think I’d like to learn some more about it,” I said, my voice a little broken, “What….what would the next step be?”“You won’t regret it,” she said, smiling at me deeply. For whatever reason, she reached across the table for my wrist again, wrapping her hand around it gently. She stayed there for a few moments, still holding that look, before clearing her throat and continuing speaking.

“Well… Have you ever heard of something called a chastity cage?”

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Chapter 4 (Lily)

Once again, I couldn’t help myself. I’d been lured in, and my little subtle Domme tendencies flared nearly immediately. It was instinctual. Made worse by the fact that this was not the type of man who submitted to me, not even remotely. Yet I was sitting in that booth picturing him naked, collared, and on his knees, willing and ready to do absolutely anything I asked of him.

And it was so fucking sexy, I damn near climbed across the table to lunge at him like a hungry lioness who spotted her prey.

Instead, I taunted him just a little further, wanting to push his buttons just a bit more. Wanting to see what he would do. Mostly because I couldn’t help myself. It was nearly impossible.

“Good boy,” I said softly, even more sultry and seductive than I’d been managing prior. Like I was uttering a spell to him, hoping he’d fall captive to it. The reaction was so subtle, if someone hadn’t been paying as blatant attention as I had been they would have never noticed. His lip twitched mildly, and I saw the faintest of shivers ripple through the length of him.

Fuck, if that hadn’t been the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.

Russell wanted to be my good boy. He liked it when I said it. He wanted me to say it again. I could see that subtle desire desperately fighting to come out of him.

But, I was a patient woman. I’d coax it out however I needed to. But his little tiny response was gratifying, nonetheless, and made me horny as fuck.

“Exactly,” I continued, trying to continue on with my thought before I started getting lost in a daydream of strapping him down naked on the tabletop of this booth and doing all sorts of debauchery he’d probably never even known could be done to him. Russell was like a perfect, pristine blank canvas, I wanted to cover in layers and layers of sexy kinky paint. So much that my crotch and legs were throbbing with desire to do so, but I held steady.

“I think it would be something you’d very much respond to, especially given how you were in bondage. The bondage, and the helplessness you felt, would make you hyper-sensitive and very aware of everything being done to you. Including my touch.”

I reached across the table then, rather emboldened, to graze my fingers gently across the wrist of his hand that was gripping his drink. His eyes widened mildly, and I continued. “It would be one of those power exchanges I mentioned, where I would be completely in charge of your sexual pleasure. …And I can see that idea seems to genuinely excite you a little, doesn’t it Russell?”

With how ridgid his body had gotten, how his breaths had grown shallow, a little more ragged and audible, how he was barely able to formulate words at this point, my mind went wild with the imagery of what my words might be doing to the parts of him that weren’t visible to be right now but I wished were.

His cock, which had to be relatively decent in size, was likely throbbing in his jeans, desperate for relief… or maybe just desperate for the very fantasy I’d been playing out for him. Teasing him, drawing out that desire, that need for release that he’d leave entirely up to me.

Russell looked like he was nearly panting at me, and the imagery was so fucking satisfying, I knew my panties had to be soaked beyond repair. He was a mess, even if he was still trying to hold his composure.

I’d tossed out my bait, trying to taper my expectations of what might happen, and this sexy, alluring, beast of a man had taken it from me and let me reel him in more gently and effortlessly than I had ever anticipated it happening. Especially with someone like him. The entire series of events had been surprising beyond my own comprehension at the moment.

“...I…I see,” he finally managed to say, stammering over his words.

My lips curled. I’d been smiling nearly the entire time, but the way my mouth had shifted… I knew I must have looked a little like a sadistic bitch, now. I was thoroughly enjoying melting this very masculine, mystery of a man into a giant puddle without having to try too hard. I clearly hadn’t lost my magic of spotting submissives after all. He’d just been a very nice, very unusual surprise. And I wasn’t at all deterred by having to pivot on occasion.

“Do you really, Russell?” I inquired, laying my body across the table between us a little, in another attempt to close some of the distance. “When you theorized you were “feeling submissive” toward me specifically, I think you were more right than even you knew at that moment, despite not having a knowledge about D&S.”

“What do you mean?” Russell forced words out, still looking like he was trying to contain the puddle I was quickly making of him. It was working, but barely.

“...Well… I consider myself a dominant woman. A woman that likes to be in control, especially of an obedient, submissive man. And well…” I let out a very genuine little laugh and flashed him a very small, but persuasive smile. “With how right I think you were in saying that… you really piqued my interest, Russell.”

“Piqued your interest?” Russell repeated, eyes growing slightly wider. He knew what I meant, but I found myself enamored, yet again, by even the subtle things he was doing that were changing my mind about him. Convincing me, every second that passed, that he would be more willing and eager to submit to me than I ever imagined.

“...As a potential submissive partner,” I elaborated, letting the words kind of hang in the air after, so he could digest them. He nodded, almost to an excess, getting lost in his head again, so I tried to continue before he got too distracted. “I know you don’t know a lot yet, and that’s okay. I can guide you through it at a pace you can handle. If you want to, that is. I can take care of you, keep you safe. You can trust me.”

I finished off my Jack and Coke with a final swig, taking a beat before I finished my thought. “...I really see a lot of potential in you, Russell. You are absolutely not the type of guy I think I’d normally approach for this type of thing, not by a long shot.”

Russell let out a small chuckle then, shaking his head. “...Yeah, I can see that.”

“Regardless,” I continued immediately, not wanting to lose sight of my thoughts. “I think you’d be doing yourself a disservice if you didn’t consider it. Especially after how you enjoyed the bondage earlier and your reaction to it. I realize this is way outside of your comfort zone most likely, but I felt compelled to ask you anyway, and to be honest and upfront with you.”

Once again, Russell began nodding, though not as wildly as he had been a short while earlier. He looked a little more complacent and calm about the situation, if anything.

“What do you say? I’d really like it if you’d open up your mind a little and learn some about the D&S dynamic and explore it a little with me. Would you be willing to give it a try?” I paused a second, thinking I wouldn’t tack on the last bit, but I did anyway. “For me?”

Russell fidgeted in his seat, but it didn’t worry me much. It didn’t look so much like nervous fidgeting, more like mildly overwhelmed at the possibilities of what I was saying and unable to figure out how to contain his emotions. The type of fidgeting I genuinely loved to see, of a submissive coming into his own, without fully realizing it…. And this was only the very beginning of it for him.

I waited patiently for him to answer.

“Can I… Can I trust you to be discreet? About all of this? If we do? I… this is all so new to me, and I’m really not sure what you’re asking of me, or what it all entails… but I also can’t deny the feelings I’m having right now. About it.”

He paused for a half second, swallowed, and then added. “About you.” Those beautiful blue eyes focused on me deeply. “But it has to stay private. Nobody else can know about this… about my… that I’m…exploring submission. I really think I need that, please.”

Oh, it had been one thing to see this gorgeous man starting to melt across the table from me as I talked about a D&S dynamic with him, but then to hear him ask, so politely, so obediently, to be given the courtesy of discretion with the dynamic. His calmness and his ability to be so sincere and genuine with his ask, was almost more than I could handle.

“Of course,” I replied, as quickly as I could manage after recovering from hearing the comment at all. “It’ll just be between us. We won’t do anything you don’t explicitly agree to first, I promise. I have a strong feeling you’re going to enjoy it and you’ll learn a lot of new things about yourself. But yes, Russell. Only you and I will know for now, I promise.”

He hesitated again, but it wasn’t quite as long as he had been hesitating before. It was pretty evident he’d made up his mind before I’d even asked the question. But it was still nice when he finally spoke the words to confirm it.

“I um…I…Okay. Yes. I think I’d like to learn some more about it.” He studied me for a moment and I did my best not to look more ecstatic about his reply than I was feeling internally. “What… what would the next step be?”

“You won’t regret it,” I assured him gently and smiled at him. Oddly enough, my hand moved back across the table to his wrist again, wrapping around it for a few moments. Staying steady and watching him, enjoying that I’d drawn these hidden desires out of him, just a little bit proud of myself, but more so of him. It hadn’t been manipulative, he hadn’t been coerced.

What I’d seen on that stage at the BDSM club had been very genuine, and as much of a surprise to me, who had worked with many submissive men in my life, as it had been to him, who thought D&S had been some nerdy acronym I didn’t even fucking know.

Russell’s ignorance about it all, still laced with curiosity and that little bit of an open mind that someone who practiced things like BDSM needed, was so very endearing to me. All I wanted to do was to focus my entire attention on him. I was solely convinced, if I led him right, if I showed him things and gave him the experiences he desired at the pace he needed…the man was going to be a submissive unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

And I was so excited to see it, so excited to get to give him the opportunity to test the waters. Something told me there wasn’t going to be any turning back.

All I needed to do was start him off with a gentle nudge, and I knew exactly the thing to help him do it.

“Well… Have you ever heard of something called a chastity cage?”

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