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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 7 (Russell)

I awoke the next morning groaning, the pain and discomfort in my groin making it impossible to continue sleeping. I felt my cock straining the limits of the cage that now surrounded it. The cage that contained my manhood and that I couldn’t take off.

I wanted to take it off desperately, but I couldn’t do it on my own without busting out some tools to try to break the device. It was something I thought about, but there was no way I was going to take any chances with a blowtorch anywhere near my junk. Lily was the only one who could give me any relief, and that thought caused my cock to throb painfully and for me to groan loudly once again.The sun wasn’t even fucking up yet.I remembered how my fingers had trembled as I slid the key across the table to her. The look in her eyes as I did so and how it made me feel. Things got a bit blurry after. We exchanged phone numbers, with her putting her contact information into mine herself, and she said we could see each other some time the next day.

My cock throbbed watching her pick up and take the key, knowing she held that power over me now. It was crazy that she did. Had I gone insane to give that kind of power to a woman whom I had just met? There were times I felt panic about it and that I had made a very grave error.I trusted her for some reason, I could feel it. There was some sort of connection between us that seemed inexplicable. The moment she had finished tying me up I’d felt it, and I still didn’t understand it. She wasn’t my type and was unlike any other woman I had ever been with. I hadn’t even had sex with her yet, but she effectively owned my cock and my sexual pleasure anyway. I groaned at the thought, throbbing again.I hadn’t expected us to part after I gave her the key. I was used to quick hookups. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. She reminded me she was going to take this slow, and lead me down the path at a safe pace so I didn’t get overwhelmed. Me? Overwhelmed? But as we parted, I did feel a bit overwhelmed at the magnitude of it all and what had happened at that bar.As we walked out to the parking lot to leave, she tried to prepare me a little for what I might be in for until we could meet again. I had listened of course, but I don’t think I truly understood.

Not until this moment when I awoke at 4:30am with the discomfort. Discomfort? The word didn’t do what I was feeling justice, though as pain went, that didn’t describe it accurately either. She had warned me I would likely wake early and feel some discomfort, but I hadn’t really understood. Until now. She told me the longer I wore it the more used to it I would get, but that was of little help now.

She had gotten up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. Then she gave me that special little smile of hers, told me goodnight, and then she was gone.And I was alone, but this time with a cold steel device around my cock only she had the key for. There was something about it that made me NOT feel alone despite my physical solitude as I got into my truck.

As I turned the key to start the glow plugs on my old 7.3 liter diesel, I pondered that. The cage was a constant companion, always there, always felt, always holding and compressing my cock. It was almost like it was her hand wrapped around it, always reminding me of her control and power over me now.

With a billow of a dark exhaust, the old girl roared to life and I drove home thinking about the symbolism of the cage and how it made me feel. I didn’t feel alone. I hadn’t had sex with her, and we had parted, but she was with me anyway. Her hand was reaching across the city and holding onto my cock.“Your cock belongs to me now…” she had said before we parted and the look in her eyes had made me feel weak in the knees. At the time, I didn’t fully believe or understand what she said, but I did now.

When I arrived home, I had never felt so fucking horny in my life.

Any night that I didn’t bang some chick, I would usually jerk off just to take the edge off. It was automatic and really a habit, but I never thought there was anything wrong with it.

It was midnight and I needed to do something about this arousal to get to sleep. I had put on some porn of a guy face fucking a really hot slut, and instantly tried to get hard and felt that fucking cage stopping it.

I reached down, trying to see if there was some way I could get some relief, but I couldn’t even really touch my cock enough to get enough stimulation, and it fucking hurt to keep watching the porn.I started to wonder if there was something else I could use. Maybe one of those sluts had left a vibrator behind and I could just press that to the cage? But then I remembered what she said.

“Your cock belongs to me now…”

And by extension that also meant its sexual pleasure belonged to Lily too. I had been getting frantic to find something that would enable me to cum, but that had stopped me dead in my tracks.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I had made that leap of faith and had told her that I trusted her to guide me. The promises of being happy and feeling more fulfilled had been like a siren’s call. I had really understated to her how profoundly lonely I sometimes felt and I couldn’t resist the temptation of something new that might cure that. I said I trusted her to control and guide me in this and it suddenly felt like trying to cum anyway was a betrayal of that trust.

I felt a new resolve and commitment wash over me. When I orgasmed again, it would be because it was what she wanted. From that moment on, I was committed to that and vowed to not make the attempt to cum on my own again. That belonged to her now. A sense of profound relief washed over me. It was almost like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It wasn’t mine to decide any longer. I was still horny as fuck, but…mentally it wasn’t as bad as it was.

Of course, it had still taken me quite some time to get to sleep, my cock throbbing the whole time. I slept naked and that may have hurt me more than helped me, but I did eventually fall into a fitful sleep.

Now, just a few hours later, I was wide awake with that…..discomfort. I immediately reached down for my cock, almost automatically, trying to find some relief. The steel bars of the cage grazed my fingers. I couldn’t even really touch my cock. It wasn’t mine to touch any more, anyway. It was only hers.I groaned again and decided to get up, needing to piss. I had gone once after getting home last night and it had been a learning experience in the cage. At first, I thought I was going to have to sit on the fucking toilet and pee like a woman, but with careful aiming and pushing down on the tip of the cage, I was able to stay standing. Thank God.

Looking down at my cock now though, the head of it was all engorged with blood causing it to bulge out through the bars grotesquely, and I knew that I was going to have great difficulty in aiming properly and not pissing all over the walls. Grumbling and stumbling in my barely awake stupor, I sucked it up and sat down on the fucking toilet.

It was still difficult, but I managed and immediately felt some relief in the cage. Not entirely, but a lot of the discomfort was gone now, only to be replaced with more arousal. I was still throbbing in the cage and still horny as fuck, but I was better now.

I put coffee on and grabbed my phone, hoping for a message from Lily. There was one and I opened it excitedly. It was from 1am.

I’m very proud of you for doing this with me. I know it’ll be difficult, and I don’t want you to ever think I don’t realize that or don’t care. I’m here for you, and I’m honored you’ve put so much trust in me. I promise you’ll get through this and come out better for it. I’ll see you tomorrow, Russell. Goodnight.

I shuddered and sighed. The message both helped and made me desperate for her now.

I texted back in my panic, not taking the time I should have to think it through.

When can I see you, Lily? I’m having a really, really hard time. I need out of this fucking thing now. Please.

I hit send. She was likely still asleep but I couldn’t wait to send the message. I had never felt like this before and it was driving me crazy. There was so much need to see her as soon as I possibly could and need for her to understand and let me out. I would fucking demand it.

There was anger starting to bubble inside me. She shouldn’t have this kind of power over a man like me. What the fuck was I thinking?! Why had I put this fucking thing on and given her the key? This kind of thing wasn’t meant for someone like me, it had all been a horrible mistake and I would tell her so and demand to be let out and stop playing around with all of this kinky shit.

I got my first cup of coffee, stewing in my anger and I realized it wasn’t her I was angry at but myself. It didn’t help much, but the feelings didn’t go away as the hours passed in fucking discomfort.

When the sun finally came up, I realized I needed to do something. Anything. I had to get my mind off of it and channel this anger somehow. Lily still hadn’t replied and my anger got worse. I typed her another text.

I need out of this fucking thing NOW.

And then hit send. I got dressed, stomped through the house, grabbed my ax as the sun was coming up, and stormed out into the cool morning air. The birds were already singing and I wanted to bellow my frustration at them and tell them to shut the fuck up.

There was a tree that I had marked for cutting down. I would normally use my chainsaw to do it, but I needed to fucking hit something. I trudged out to it and without pausing, swung at it with my ax in a fury, the bark practically exploding into small wood chips. I didn’t pause and continued to swing wildly, hard as I could, until wood chips were flying and collecting all over the ground.I lost myself for a while, channeling all of my frustration and anger, quickly becoming drenched in sweat and fragments of wood. It wasn’t the most efficient way to chop down a tree but it felt fucking good to do. I don’t know how long it took, but sometime later I heard that deep crack of the tree in its death rattle, about to tumble. I stepped back as it slowly started to fall. Despite the haphazard way in which I hacked at it, it fell exactly in the direction I intended. I stood there panting and exhausted, realizing all of the anger was completely drained from me.

The ax fell from my fingers and I collapsed onto the ground, sitting. I still felt the cage. I felt it every fucking second, but everything else I had experienced last night was starting to return to me now, too. How Lily had made me feel things I had never had before, and how much more I wanted to experience with her.

I left the ax on the ground and slowly walked back into my house. Once I’d poured another cup of coffee and sat down, I saw the message on my phone.

Oh sweet boy… I can feel your frustration and though it arouses me to no end, I am really sorry you’re having a hard time. I want you to try very hard to adjust for me, okay? The first day is always the hardest. I promise if you stay in it, I’ll make it worth your while this evening. Can you do that for me?

The anger was immediately gone. The mental frustration was gone, if not the sexual. Even now, my cock throbbed at reading her words. I felt her care and compassion in those few simple lines of text and I knew I could endure. For her.

It took me a little while to respond, but I was filled with a need to do so, and make her proud of me. I wanted above all else to make her happy. I moaned reading her words again, especially the part about my frustration arousing her.

I’m sorry for the tenor of my previous message. I can endure for you. I will endure. I don’t understand it, but your arousal at my frustration arouses me further. I’m much more calm now and want to see this through. Thank you, Lily.

I hit send, breathing a little heavy. A reply came right away.

It arouses me SO much, Russell. So much, in fact, that I’m going to have to go take care of myself after I drink my coffee, and probably several more times throughout the day. Thinking about my cock all locked up and safe for me… Mmm… I have a few errands to run today, so I won’t be able to see you until later this evening. Is that okay?

I let out the loudest moan yet at the thought of her masturbating, several times, to my chastity. It only firmed my resolve to endure for her. And though I was a little frustrated I wouldn’t be able to see her until tonight, the desire to please her was almost overwhelming.

Fuck, that’s hot. Maybe you could come to my place? I’ll make you dinner? I’m a decent cook, I promise.

I felt precum leaking onto my balls as I imagined her naked with a vibrator. It was hard to focus on anything else.

Text me your address. I’ll be there at 6. You’re a good boy, Russell. Until then. I’ll be thinking of you.

In addition to the message, she’d sent a picture of her nude body in bed, in a very alluring pose. Lily was the most beautiful and desirable woman I’d ever seen.

Her nakedness hadn’t been what made me ache painfully with how much it aroused me, as fucking sexy as she was. It was the fact I’d instantly noticed the necklace around her neck. The chastity key that imprisoned my cock—her cock, dangling on it, right between her amazing breasts…

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Chapter 7 (Lily)

The first thought I’d had upon waking the following morning was wondering how Russell had been locked away in the cage as he was. I laid in bed for a few minutes, looking up at the ceiling and thinking about that idea. Several submissive men I’d had in the past had been fond of chastity, and it had always been a fun experience to watch them when they’d first had to acclimate.

I was certain it wasn’t any better for Russell today, the erection that likely had wanted to form upon waking, unable to do so, constrained by the cage.

“Your cock belongs to me now…” I had told him before we’d parted, and I’d watched him swallow deeply, looking both terrified and aroused as fuck. Just the way I wanted him to be. I’d given him a gentle kiss on his cheek, standing up on my tiptoes, told him goodnight, and then left him alone.

Fuck. The idea that he was locked up like that and all because of me… It was quickly doing things to my entire body. I glanced over at my nightstand, seeing the key to the cage laying on it. My hand stretched to slide it off the top, into my palm, and then I sat up, unclasping my small silver chain around my neck. I slid the key into it, and then clasped it back on.

It had been a while since I’d worn a key like this, but every time I’d ever done it, it usually drove a submissive wild. As I’m certain it would drive Russell wild, too. At least I hoped it did.

Once I’d situated the necklace, letting the key dangle down near my breasts, that were flying free underneath a loose-fitting gray t-shirt I had been wearing, I reached for my phone.

I sent him a text message late last night. It was still there when I checked the messages now.

I’m very proud of you for doing this with me. I know it’ll be difficult, and I don’t want you to ever think I don’t realize that or don’t care. I’m here for you, and I’m honored you’ve put so much trust in me. I promise you’ll get through this and come out better for it. I’ll see you tomorrow, Russell. Goodnight.

Since the message, Russell had replied to me a few times, clearly distressed with the situation.

When can I see you, Lily? I’m having a really, really hard time. I need out of this fucking thing now. Please.

A few hours later, he’d added more. I need out of this fucking thing NOW.

Apparently he’d been doing worse than I thought he’d be doing. Still, I remained calm, situating myself so I leaned back against my cushioned headboard of my bed and studied my phone. I thought for a minute how to reply to him, to seem as calm and collected as I could.

Oh sweet boy… I can feel your frustration, and, though it arouses me to no end, I’m really sorry you’re having a hard time. I want you to try very hard to adjust for me, okay? The first day is always the hardest. I promise if you stay in it, I’ll make it worth your while this evening. Can you do that for me?

The second I finished, I hit send, fearing I’d given him too long to stew about it and get anxious, and that he was still very upset and struggling. In those moments, I hated a little that I’d been a late sleeper.

Relief flooded through me when I received a response from him a few minutes later while I was making myself coffee in the kitchen.

I’m sorry for the tenor of my previous message. I can endure for you. I will endure. I don’t understand it, but your arousal at my frustration arouses me further. I’m much more calm now and want to see this through. Thank you, Lily.

At least he’d calmed. I fought the urge to call him and speak to him over the phone, feeling like if he heard my voice, maybe it would ease him further. But it seemed as though he was adjusting better now by his message, so I decided to trust that he was okay, and if he needed anything further he would message me.

I typed a reply immediately back, after I’d sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of black coffee.

It arouses me SO much, Russell. So much, in fact, that I’m going to have to go take care of myself after I drink my coffee, and probably several more times throughout the day. Thinking about my cock all locked up and safe for me… Mmm… I have a few errands to run today, so I won’t be able to see you until later this evening. Is that okay?

After I hit send, I took a sip of my coffee, sighing softly. My mind was racing of thoughts of Russell at his home, with his shirt off again, in a pair of sweatpants that were fitted enough to just barely show the cage wrapped around his cock, and his bare feet. Imagined that he’d just come in from doing something sexy and manly, like chopping wood or something, and his body was slick with sweat.

All while his sexy as fuck cock, that I hadn’t even seen yet, was caged. For me. Fuck, if I didn’t have an orgasm soon, I was going to go into a meltdown.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up immediately.

Fuck, that’s hot. Maybe you could come to my place? I’ll make you dinner? I’m a decent cook, I promise.

I felt a smile form on my lips at the idea he was offering to make me dinner. Sometimes it was hard to tell what little actions men made after being caged were influenced by the chastity, and what were of their own volition. Something told me that, while he came across as the fuck her and leave her guy like he’d talked about to me last night, he’d desperately wanted to cook for someone like this. And I also took a guess that he was a much better cook than he was leading me to believe.

Before I replied, I made my way back to my bedroom. Stripped out of the cotton shirt I’d been wearing, grabbed my vibrator, and laid my naked body across my bed. And then I did something that I very rarely did for any of my submissives so early upon knowing them.

I took a naked selfie of myself, taking time to get it just right and satisfy me.

Text me your address. I’ll be there at 6. You’re a good boy, Russell. Until then. I’ll be thinking of you.

And then I attached the photo I’d taken, sending it along with the message. Smiling the second I did, imagining all the wonderful things it would do, and continue to do throughout the day, to my cock.

Once the message went through, I set my phone down on the nightstand table beside me and positioned myself better on the bed, propping my head up on some pillows and grabbing my vibrator.

My mind immediately drifted back to that fantasy of Russell, coming in from doing something sexy and manly, covered in a sheen of sweat and grime, shirtless, with only a pair of cotton pants on.

I imagined being there now, stopping him at the door, removing him from those light sweatpants, and watching him kick them across the room. He’d been naked underneath, standing in front of me in nothing but his cage now, in all its glory.

I’d gone through my cage kit when I’d gotten home the previous night, just curious to see what size he’d picked. The man had taken the largest size I had, so my mind was slightly losing it wondering how big he actually was, and it made it all the better having him shoved tight in a bunch of stainless steel, until I let him out.

In my little daydream now, as my fingers dipped between my folds, and I gently teased my very wet, very sensitive clit, I thought about leading him through the room to his bed. Some ridiculous mountain man made thing, probably one he’d constructed all himself, rustic and woody, and laid him down across the sheets on top.

I’d gone between his legs, while his sexy bald head had been propped up with some pillows in order to watch me, gently teasing his swollen, miserable cock in the cage. Taking him to the edge inside of it, something I imagined would bring unbelievable noises out of him I couldn’t wait to hear. Would make him writhe and buck like a trapped wild animal. I imagined having tied him down in some intricate Shibari ties, so he was so tight against his bed, all he could do was take whatever I did to him.

And by the time my mind wandered to thoughts of crawling over his naked frame and mounting my dripping wet pussy over his sexy face, I had started to cum without even needing to turn the vibrator on. My entire body bucked wildly on the bed, unable to control the movements I made. I let myself go, starting to pant heavily, letting several gentle but long and amazing orgasms overwhelm my entire body.

Fuck, I wanted desperately to sit on that mans face now. And I would. It was definitely going to happen, and I was nearly certain he would love it. But what pushed me over a final time, when I couldn’t take them anymore and I’d lost track of how many I had, had been the imagery of me taking him out of the cage after binding him. Watching that full, perfect erection form in all its glory.

The things I was going to do to that man… I don’t think either one of us was prepared for it. And I was going to start tonight, after Russell made me dinner.

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