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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 5 (Russell)

The question hung in the air a few moments while I tried to understand it. Again I understood the words in the phrase, but I didn’t understand the meaning of them put together. It occurred to me that perhaps Lily might think I knew more about all of this than I did. Well, she had to explain D&S to me, though I got the feeling there was a lot more to tell there, and I was obviously out of my element in the class, but because I was in the class, maybe she thought I had some knowledge of this world.

“I’m afraid not, Lily,” I said slowly, testing her name on my lips. “I know absolutely nothing about any of... of this. I’m just a regular guy, you know? I’ve never done anything kinky for sex, not really. Not like any of this. I never had any interest in it and the women I’ve fucked…well, they usually don’t stay around long enough to explore anything more than rough sex from me. They like to get thrown around by a guy like me and then they go and meet the ‘nice guy’ that they can settle down with.

I mean…I don’t really mind, but it hasn’t led to anything more kinky than a little rowdy sex. A coworker talked me into going to your class tonight and then bailed at the last minute. I figured I would watch a few pretty girls get tied up or something, and then bring one home tonight for a good fuck and that would be that.”

I knew I was speaking a little bluntly, but it was how I generally spoke and well, if she was going to get to know me as her….submissive…it was best she knew how I really was and for me not to make some lame attempt to sugarcoat anything.

“Instead, everyone else watched a handsome man get tied up,” she replied, nearly smirking at me. “And it awoke something in you, didn’t it?”

I nodded quickly. There was no denying that. I felt things I had never felt before and that was the main reason I was continuing on with this more than anything else. Well, looking up at her, I also had to admit that there was something incredibly alluring about this confident woman. She never tittered at me, and though I thought that maybe I had seen her blush tonight, it wasn’t the demure kind of flirty blush. No, it only seemed to make her more interested in me and even bolster her confidence.

“Yes….it did. But I just wanted to make sure you understood I know absolutely nothing about any of this before we went further. So I’m not likely to know any of the associated terms or activities you might ask me about, including whatever a chastity cage is,” I said plainly.

She smiled and seemed more confident than ever. I almost felt intimidated by the look she was giving me, but that was, of course, absurd.

“Tell me Russell,” she said and was seeming to choose her words carefully, “when you fuck these women, throw them around, as you put it, and then they leave…how does it make you feel afterwards?”

I answered immediately without giving it much thought. “I feel fine. I got my rocks off, they got what they wanted from me. I think, anyway.”

“Do they ever stay the night? How do you feel about them and yourself after the sex is over?” she asked.

“Not usually…about staying the night. I mean, sometimes they want to and I let em, but…more often than not I find them annoying as fuck and want them to leave as quickly as they came.”

I smirked slightly, adding, “Both literally and figuratively speaking.” Lily, surprisingly, let out a breathy little laugh at my lame joke, and then I continued. “After I cum…I mean, I know it is kind of callous and shallow of me, but I tend to lose all interest in them and sex in general, for a while at least. I generally just want to be left alone.” It felt a little bizarre how candid I was with her.I was a little concerned I might come across as too blunt and shallow and scare Lily away with a cold and uncaring attitude, but her eyes seemed to light up a bit at my answer. But then they softened and she placed her hand over mine once again. I felt the warmth of it and for some reason, it was calming and made me want to continue being honest.

“Does it make you feel lonely when they leave? Do you ever long for something more than that? Something where you don’t find a girl annoying as fuck after the sex is done?” she asked, using my own phrase.

I wanted to deny it, to protect myself and my feelings. I had them, and sometimes quite deeply, but I kept a tight rein on them. There was something about the look in Lily’s eyes and the way she held my hand that made me want to continue to be honest with her, despite the fear that it might make me come across as looking weak.

“I mean….I guess it does at times. They….they all seem so fucking…” I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t know. Shallow? Like they’re using me even more than I am using them. It’s usually enough to have a little company for an evening every once in a while, but… Yeah. It makes me wonder if there’s any woman that I could stand being around for longer than a night or two. None of them ever seem….right, I guess.

I sighed. “And sometimes…when I am home by myself…I just… I get lonely, you know? You’re right. But doesn’t everyone do that sometimes? I eventually put my big boy pants on, suck it up, and move the fuck on. I’m a grown ass man, what other choice is there?”

She caressed my hand, a look of empathy in her eyes that I was surprised by. I felt a little self-conscious by it and looked down at the table.

“I want to offer you another choice, Russell. Something completely different that might help you immensely,” she said in a caring voice and I wasn’t prepared for how that voice hit me.

“And it’s going to sound absurd to you at first, and maybe even dangerous, but I want you to try to keep an open mind. I assure you it’s completely safe. If you take a chance with me, you might find yourself experiencing things you never thought possible.”

I nodded and she continued. “Men undergo some massive and quick hormonal changes after copulation. The hormonal changes can have a huge affect on your mood and can explain the feelings you get after sex. Distant. Annoyed. Lonely. Impatient. The desire to be alone while, at the same time, longing for more. And I think… No, I’m pretty sure I know I can help you with all of this and show you an alternative. But you’re gonna have to make a leap of faith and trust me.”

She reached into her bag she’d carried with her and pulled out a small box. I could see a picture on the outside of something that appeared to be stainless steel and the words “chastity cage.” I had no idea what the box was nor what she was alluding to with showing me another way, but opening up like I had to her had left me in a state where I found myself wanting to take whatever chance she was offering. To change things up in my life and to interrupt the grind that it sometimes was.

“This is a chastity cage,” she said, as she opened the box and pulled out several metal pieces. “It’s a device that basically locks onto your penis, using this little key here…” She showed me the key before placing it on the table. There were several rings and different pieces that were vaguely shaped like a tube of varying lengths.

“More specifically, this is several cages of the same design, but in varying sizes. They control a man’s ability to have an erection. Remember what we talked about with power exchanges? A chastity device can be one aspect of that. By putting this on, you would effectively be giving me control over your cock and your sexual pleasure. It will definitely feel strange at first, and restrictive, but you’ll get used to it. It might even give you some comfort.”

A bark of a laugh escaped me, still studying the things she’d laid out onto the table. “Putting my cock in prison is comforting?” I scratched my face a little, unsure if I believed her on that or not, but I was still willing to trust her at this point.I looked down at the pieces with a little more understanding. I remembered from some NPR show I’d had on while working recently, that in the middle ages, some women were forced to wear chastity belts so that they couldn’t be unfaithful. I had no idea there were modern equivalents for men.

She pulled out a little instruction booklet that had also been inside the box, put it on the table between us, and started flipping through the pages, explaining how the device worked and would work on me specifically. There was also a section on sizing it properly. She went through the instructions quite thoroughly to make sure I understood how it worked, and despite everything, I let her explain it all without any protest.

“Now that I’ve gotten through that…” Lily started, glancing up at me again. “I want you to go to the restroom, choose the right size to fit you properly, and lock it on your cock for me. I know this seems really weird, but I want you to try it. You’ll have this key…” she slid the key to the device across the table to me “...and then we can discuss how it makes you feel and what I’d like to do next.”

Despite the fact she was effectively asking me to imprison my manhood, I was finding it very hard to resist her. I was still uncomfortable with the whole thing, unsure of if it would be any good for me like she’d been implying, but then I remembered the words she’d spoken a few minutes earlier. I would have to make a leap of faith and trust her. That I could find happiness if I chose to do so.My face was red in embarrassment as she nudged the box toward me and gave me a very intense look. It was both confident and hopeful, all rolled into one. It was like she expected me to follow her instructions while also asking me with her eyes to trust her. I looked from her back down to the box and up again before replying. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

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Chapter 5 (Lily)

Truthfully, I hadn’t really expected Russell to have any idea what I’d been talking about when I’d asked him the question. The man hadn’t known what the term D&S had meant, though his little joke was still ringing in my head and would bring a little smirk to my lips every time I thought about it.

Even still, curiosity was getting the best of me, and I wanted desperately to tell him about one of my favorite kinks, assuming he’d show some interest. The man was slowly becoming a little like putty in my hands every new thing I introduced to him over our drinks.

“I’m afraid not, Lily,” Russell finally replied to me, studying me curiously. He’d taken another little sip of his drink before he did. I hadn’t been paying too much attention to the words themselves, more distracted by my name coming out of his very attractive mouth.

He continued, and I focused back on him. “I know absolutely nothing about any of…of this. I’m just a regular guy, you know? I’ve never done anything kinky for sex, not really. Not like any of this. I never had any interest in it and the women I’ve fucked… Well, they usually don’t stay around long enough to explore anything more than rough sex from me. They like to get thrown around by a guy like me and then they go and meet the ‘nice guy’ that they can settle down with.”

He paused for a half second, those blue eyes still drilling into mine, and for the first time in a very long time, I was finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. My mind went to thoughts of his thick, muscular frame, sweeping me off the ground, laying me down onto the table top at this booth, ripping my panties and thrusting his well-endowed self into my pussy with reckless abandon.

The little fantasy made my crotch literally hurt for a moment, and I swallowed deeply, shaking it from my head. Here I was thinking about him railing me like a ravenous animal in the middle of the bar, yet I’d prompted him a minute earlier about the idea of making that sexy piece of meat that was between his muscular thighs mine with a little metal device.

Fuck, I wanted to make it mine so badly, it was giving me heart palpitations that were threatening to unhinge it from my chest.

Russell continued on. “I mean…I don’t really mind, but it hasn’t led to anything more kinky than a little rowdy sex. A coworker talked me into going to your class tonight and then bailed at the last minute.” He made a small face at that comment, shaking his head and continuing on. “I figured I would watch a few pretty girls get tied up or something, and then bring one home tonight for a good fuck and that would be that.”

The man was being very blunt with me, and I was enjoying every second of it he was, keeping my attention on him. I loved the way he used the word fuck so primally, that raw, very basic instinctual desire that nearly all humans had to smash their genitals together and procreate. Russell didn’t seem to want babies, though I’m sure he probably fucked his share of women like they were the last ones on Earth and it was their responsibility to save humanity.

Again, my clit throbbed hard. This guy was not my type. What the literal fuck was I doing right now about to talk to him about giving up that instinctual desire of his that was almost sending my panties into meltdown? He wasn’t going to go for it, I fucking knew better.

I wanted to anyway. I didn’t care. The way his eyes were drilling into mine had me convinced, if I had told him to pull his dick out right in front of me right now and squeezed his balls until he was whimpering so loudly the next block over could hear him, he likely would.

That might come later, hopefully.

Lily for the love of fucking God, I thought to myself, shaking my head and returning focus back to him. I breathed a deep breath in, and for a moment he looked a little concerned, but I brushed it off by offering him a very soft and alluring smile, remembering the last words he’d said.

“Instead, everyone else watched a handsome man get tied up,” I noted, trying to hold my expression steady and not give away that I found it so much more sexy than I was even letting on.

The desire I had while putting him into that Hishi Karada tonight to rip off his boxers and drag his cock into my mouth, just to see what he’d do while he was bound, was so intense it nearly killed me. But it had nearly killed him too. I saw it. “And it awoke something in you, didn’t it?”

Russell immediately nodded, and I felt my smile widen a bit. He wasn’t trying to hide it from me at all now, and the idea was making my heart continue to race wildly. But his trust in me was doing things to my self-confidence that had never happened before. Especially with a man like him.

“Yes…it did,” he verbally admitted, a few seconds later. “But I just wanted to make sure you understood I know absolutely nothing about any of this before we went further.”

Again, I forced myself to suppress a small chuckle. If he thought I wasn’t aware of that after his excitement over that nerdy computer shit… Russell continued, and I shoved my little amusement over him away again, focusing. “So, I’m not likely to know any of the associated terms or activities you might ask me about, including whatever a chastity cage is.”

I could feel the way the man almost squirmed by the look I was giving him. It was probably blatantly obvious the kind of thoughts that were rattling through my brain. And while, yes, some of those thoughts were likely very similar to the kinds of girls he often fucked in the past, they were interlaced with ideas of intricately roping his arms behind his back in a double column tie running up the length of his toned arms, and then mounting his thick, hard cock and riding it into oblivion. He wasn’t taking me—I was taking him.

“Tell me, Russell,” I said, being careful about the words I said to him, my voice having grown low and sultry again without even meaning to. “When you fuck these women,” I verbalized the word to him the way he had to me, letting it sound as raw and primal as he had. “...throw them around, as you put it…” My heart thudded loudly, and I swallowed hard. “And then they leave…. How does it make you feel afterwards?”

Truthfully, I’d expected the man to think about it longer, but he answered quickly. “I feel fine. I got my rocks off, they got what they wanted from me. I think, anyway.”

They had used him like a giant, sexy fuck toy, that was for certain. But those women made a terrible mistake. They hadn’t spent time reading his instruction manual. Didn’t desire to learn about all his buttons, all the ways they could use him to give them pleasure they probably weren’t aware existed. Pleasure he didn’t realize existed.

I, however, was a very studious learner and I wanted to know, I fucking needed to know at this point. I wanted to use him from top to bottom, in every single way I could. And I wanted him to know, too, that sex didn’t have to just be like that. It could be so much more than that.

“Do they ever stay the night?” I knew the answer to my question, most likely, but asked anyway. “How do you feel about them and yourself after the sex is over?”

Russell pondered for a second, but still answered pretty quickly, and the way I had expected he would. “Not usually…about staying the night. I mean, sometimes they want to, and I let ‘em, but… more often than not I find them annoying as fuck and want them to leave as quickly as they came.”

Because they’re probably selfish and just want to use you for their own gain, you sweet, gentle boy, I thought to myself, but didn’t verbalize. Of course I wanted to use this man too, but my desires were very different from someone thinking about a one night stand. I wanted something deeper with this man, something fulfilling for both of us. And I knew how to do it, or at least I was starting to formulate how to.

It was going to start with the chastity cage. I just had to get there first.

Russell smirked, adding on to his comment before I could reply. “Both literally and figuratively speaking.” A little laugh escaped me that I couldn’t help, which seemed to make him even more jubilant and he shrugged it off and continued his thought.

“After I cum… I mean, I know it’s kind of callous and shallow of me, but I tend to lose all interest in them and sex in general, for a while at least. I generally just want to be left alone.”

“Does it make you feel lonely when they leave?” I replied, and he looked a little surprised by my question, and the fact that I hadn’t chastised him or given him flack for the behavior. His response had done the opposite, only because it was typical and I understood far more than he actually thought I did.

“Do you ever long for something more than that? Something where you don’t find a girl ‘annoying as fuck’ after the sex is done?” I grinned a little, using the phrase he had.

This time, it took him longer to reply. It looked like he was fighting himself to answer, like he was almost a little unsure. He didn’t want to be vulnerable with me about this. I very nearly reached across the table to wrap my hand around his wrist again but refrained, and eventually he spoke.

“I mean, I guess it does at times. They…they all seem so fucking…” He sighed loudly, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Shallow? Like they’re using me even more than I’m using them. It’s usually enough to have a little company for an evening every once in a while, but… Yeah. It makes me wonder if there’s any woman I could stand being around for longer than a night or two.”

I watched his sexy fingers scratch his chin for a second, pondering on that thought. “None of them ever seem…right, I guess. And sometimes…when I’m home by myself… I just… I get lonely, you know? You’re right.”

He leaned back in his seat again, studying me. “But doesn’t everyone do that sometimes? I eventually put my big boy pants back on, suck it up and move the fuck on. I’m a grown ass man, what other choice is there?”

While I hadn’t gone to touch him moments earlier, I did then, caressing his hand gently, my eyes steady on him. He looked mildly self conscious and turned his attention away from me, until I spoke again.

“I want to offer you another choice, Russell,” I replied, simply, and he steadied back on me the second I’d said it. “Something completely different that might help you immensely. And it’s going to sound absurd to you at first, and maybe even dangerous…”

The man’s eyebrows raised a fraction at my words, but I ignored it and continued. “But I want you to try to keep an open mind. I assure you it’s completely safe, and you might find yourself experiencing things you never thought possible.”

Russell nodded at me, and I continued. “Men undergo some massive and quick hormonal changes after copulation. The hormonal changes can have a huge affect on your mood and can explain the feelings you get after sex. Distant. Annoyed. Lonely. Impatient. The desire to be alone, while, at the same time, longing for more. And I think…”

I trailed off for a half second, realizing I needed to correct myself. “No, I’m pretty sure I know I can help you with all of this and show you an alternative. But you’re gonna have to make a leap of faith and trust me.”

At that point, I decided not to draw it out any longer. When we’d gone to the bar, I’d brought my large duffle bag with various equipment for my shows at the BDSM club. One of the things I sometimes used in scenes at the club, post the Shibari demonstrations, was what I sat down on the table in front of him.

It was a small box, with a picture of a stainless steel chastity cage on it. As I opened the box, and Russell watched, wide-eyed, I continued speaking.

“This is a chastity cage,” I explained, pulling out some of the several metal components that it was composed of. I showed him the key to the device first, and then set it on the table. Then I pulled out the different sized rings and other pieces of tubing in various lengths. “More specifically, this is several cages of the same design, but in varying sizes.”

My mind immediately was thinking about Russell’s very prominent bulge in his underwear when he’d undressed in front of me earlier at the club. I had to fight the urge to lick my lips, which suddenly felt parched, wanting desperately to know what it looked like. I was a patient woman, however. At least to a point.

“They control a man’s ability to have an erection,” I continued. “Remember what we talked about with power exchanges? A chastity device can be one aspect of that. By putting this on, you would effectively be giving me control over your cock and your sexual pleasure. It will definitely feel strange at first, and restrictive.”

I swallowed deeply, trying to force the imagery from my mind, keeping steady on Russell. “But you’ll get used to it. It might even give you some comfort.”

A little laugh escaped the man then, while he inspected what I’d put on the table curiously. “Putting my cock in prison is comforting?” He scratched his face while I suppressed a laugh, but didn’t speak yet, letting him spend a little more time examining what I’d put in front of him.

When his attention returned to me, those blue eyes laser focused again, I walked him through the instruction manual that came with the cage, explaining the steps to putting the device on, and how it all worked. He listened patiently, nodding along, without any protest whatsoever.

And then, when I’d finished, I immediately followed up with what I’d wanted him to do. What I was fairly certain he was going to do. “Now that I’ve gotten through that…”

I steadied my gaze on him, preparing to make a demand of this beast of a man, whether he was ready for it or not. “I want you to go to the restroom, choose the right size to fit you properly…”

Once again, I had to swallow deeply, a rush of desire flooding me to go with him and see for myself what his cock looked like. “...and lock it on your cock for me. I know this seems really weird, but I want you to try it. You’ll have this key…”

I slid the key on the table closer to him, and watched Russell take it carefully before I continued my thought. “...and then we can discuss how it makes you feel and what I’d like to do next.”

Russell’s face had gotten beet red from embarrassment, and I wasn’t quite sure if it was from my actual command of him, or that my tiny ass was barking orders at him at all, or a combo of the two. Regardless, he eventually nodded again, after having been looking back down at the box.

“Okay, I’ll try it.”

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