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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 8 (Lily)

For the first time in what felt like my entire life, I found myself pacing outside of a man’s house, nervously trying to get my shit together. It was just a few minutes until 6, I’d arrived plenty early, but the entire time I’d spent trying to settle a raging whirlwind of nerves. I had no fucking clue what was wrong with me, only that I wasn’t going to let him see me like this.

“Okay, Lil, Jesus Christ. It’s a fucking guy. Can you take a chill pill, please? Let’s stop it with this racing heart bullshit. How many dates have you been on? How many submissive guys have you been with? Get a fucking hold of yourself, come on now.”

I paced up and down the front porch of his very quaint and cozy looking log cabin, that was settled down a very rural gravel road, way off away from the city where I lived. Maybe I was so fucking nervous cause this would be a great place to get murdered.

Except, honestly, it was beautiful. I hadn’t been out of the city like this in what felt like ages. I could smell the thick pine trees everywhere, and the dewy evening grass. It smelled earthy and clean and…nice.

The scent was what finally brought my body to a more calm state, though I continued to ramble to myself as I paced. I still had a couple more minutes before I was officially late, and I wasn’t about to show up in front of Russell in this state. I was a Domme after all, a woman with confidence and swagger. I didn’t need to be so goddamn nervous.

“Okay Lily, deep breaths. Let’s go. You can do—”

The second I heard the squeak of a door opening, my eyes shot up rapidly, looking in the direction of the front door of the cabin, finding Russell standing there waiting for me. I nearly fell over in surprise, not expecting him to have opened the door before I’d had a chance to knock.

He was smiling at me, just a very small smile, but a smile nonetheless. Technically, it was more of a smirk, and I realized this after he made a quick and snarky comment. “Did you wrap up your pep talk out here yet?”

I stopped pacing then, near the doorway, my mouth dropping open, gawking at him in disbelief. “How long were you fucking staring at me for?” I replied, feeling almost a little annoyed with him. “You know, that’s really rude to—”

Russell, who had been standing paused in the doorway, drew an arm up, resting it above his head on the doorframe, leaning into it, and toward me. I’d seen that move before, but never in person. It had been some internet meme for a long time, a running trend on TikTok or Instagram or something, where men had leaned in doorways to try to surprise their significant others or spouses or something or other. Apparently it was a pretty common thing to do, yet I’d never once seen a man do it, and every time I watched those videos I thought the women in them were ridiculous as fuck.

At least I thought they were ridiculous until Russell did it to me. I’d been starting to pace again, but quickly stumbled, feeling heat rapidly coming to my face and down the length of me. Jesus fucking Christ was that the sexiest thing I’d ever seen… What the hell was this man doing to me right now?

“You alright? You didn’t have a shot of whiskey again before you came over did ya? Nerves getting to you too much?” Russell moved from the doorway, allowing me to breathe again, but he’d drawn closer to me and looked mildly concerned. “I’m not gonna bite, y’know. You’re the one with the key.”

I watched his eyes divert downward, eyeing the key still on the necklace I wore, and then they flitted down slightly further, likely enjoying the plunging neckline of the t-shirt I’d decided to wear. He’d sent me his address and told me not to wear anything fancy, just comfortable, and I’d done as he’d asked, with a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Russell, too, wasn’t wearing anything super fancy, but it was a little different than what he’d been wearing at the club. He’d chosen a plaid shirt tonight, with the sleeves rolled up his arms, exposing some of his muscles, and a pair of black jeans that looked similar to what he’d worn the previous night. He was barefoot, too, and I admired his very cute looking feet for a second.

“Earth to Lily,” I heard Russell speak again, and my head snapped up to look at him. “You okay? That speech of yours was really compelling, I would have felt better after it, personally. Hell, I think I do feel better after it. I don’t think you ever told me what you do for a living either. I bet you money it’s a speechwriter for a politician, or maybe a personal trainer, right?”

For whatever reason, his bit of humor and lightness tonight made me instantly relax and less nervous. I let out a genuine laugh, shaking my head, and approaching him, giving him a light shove before weaving my way around him and into his home. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…like you don’t ever get fucking nervous about anything.”

Russell turned around behind me, shutting the door once we’d both made it inside. I took off my slip-ons once I’d noticed he had a pile of shoes by the door, realizing he must like them off in the house.

“Never,” he replied, as I turned back to look at him. There was a broad grin on his face now, the biggest I’d ever seen him smiling, and it warmed me. It made him look infinitely more handsome, if that was even possible.

“Your text messages this morning would argue otherwise,” I countered quickly, but the second it had come out of my mouth, I felt badly I’d said it at all. He’d definitely been panicked, but it was for good reason. The cage could be terrifying sometimes, especially at first. It made someone extremely vulnerable and he had placed a lot of trust in me to let me have control over him in that way, especially barely knowing him.

Russell reached a hand up, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, still studying me with his distractingly intense blue eyes, and shrugged a little. “Well, yeah… I guess you’re right about that…”

“I’m sorry,” I quickly replied, taking a step toward him, feeling bad I’d made that argument at all. “That wasn’t really fair of me to say. I know it’s a little intimidating at first, truly. I’m very proud of you for being able to stay calm despite all your reservations, and continue to wear it all day.” I paused for a second, my eyes drifting down the length of him, until they landed right at his crotch. It didn’t even occur to me what I’d done.

Until Russell spoke again. “I’m still wearing it,” he confirmed, softly.

My face immediately started to grow hot again, and my eyes flitted back up to his, trying to maintain my composure. “I—um… Well good. Good boy. I’m glad. I appreciate you trying it for me. Did it help after we talked earlier, at least?”

“Loads,” he replied, nodding. “I think the reassurance helped a lot. And, as I mentioned, I don’t understand why exactly, but the idea that you were so aroused by me wearing it…well…fuck…” He took a sharp breath in, like he was trying to steady himself a little bit from the words he’d spoken. “Man, that did something to me like you wouldn’t believe.”

Words of a true submissive, I thought to myself, suppressing a broad smile, but I still couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Oh, it’s very sexy, trust me. I had…a lot of fun today, thinking about you in it.”

“Oh really?” Russell quirked a brow at me, giving a little bit of a mischievous grin, and I shrugged at him in response. “Not even a little bit of the details? Damn, woman. You’re cruel.”

“Maybe if you’re a good boy,” I replied, my voice dropping a little, becoming more sultry than it had been. My body moved a few steps closer to him then, closing the gap. He was so damn sexy and alluring, it was a fucking struggle not to want to be all over him.

Russell let out a very low, guttural sound, very close to a moan, at my reply. It made my entire body ache, from head to toe, and as much as I wanted to jump him right then and there, I managed to steady myself. Instead, I suddenly noticed how good the air smelled, thick with the scent of a freshly cooked meal.

He seemed to notice that I’d turned my focus to dinner, and his smile broadened at me. I didn’t think the man could look any fucking cuter, my God. “Dinner’s ready. It was a good thing you paced as long as you did, otherwise you’d have had to wait around for a few minutes. We can sit down and eat now. Come on.”

I watched him weave past me, heading down a small hallway toward the other end of the home. I twisted around, following him, taking in the scenery as we’d started to walk. It was a nice little house. Simple, sparsely decorated, but still very nice and cozy. Definitely a man’s house, that was for certain, and definitely a man who liked the woods and nature and simple things. Even still, I thought it was an endearing quality about him.

Before we’d made it to the kitchen, Russell paused, and looked over his shoulder at me. “If it’s any consolation, I know I’m giving you shit, but I do that too.”

I blinked, unsure of what he’d been referring to. “What do you mean?”

“The pacing,” he replied swiftly, a small smile on his face. “I’m fucking notorious for it. You should see me on a work call. I probably burn five hundred calories an hour just doing circles.” He let out a cute little laugh, shaking his head. “All I’m saying is, I would have done the same thing. You shouldn’t stress about it. It was really cute.”

Again, I found my mouth falling open again, surprised by him. Not entirely knowing what to say, which was a rarity for me, because I usually always knew what to say, and I usually always knew what I was doing with another man, especially a submissive man.

Yet, here Russell was, defying every single expectation I had of him, and despite that fact, I was growing more and more attracted to him by the minute. If he didn’t stop it soon, I’d end up trying to break him into female domination kinks faster than he wanted, and there’d be a dildo up his ass before the evening was through.

Stay calm, Lily… I begged myself, swallowing deeply, and looking away from his distracting eyes for a moment so I could breathe.

Russell got the hint, and continued forward into the kitchen. Dinner was already set at the table, a huge spread of food, far more than either of us could ever eat ourselves. He must have spent hours preparing everything. He paused at a seat, pulling it out and nodding.

“You want me to sit there?” I said, blinking and he nodded again. My body moved instinctually, sitting down into the wooden but cushioned kitchen chair, and then the two of us scooted me forward to the table.

I was pretty sure I’d never had a man get my seat for me, and my head was spinning a little from it. That was definitely happening again.

“Water, okay? I would have gotten some liquor to drink had I thought about it sooner, but I generally just have water at the house,” Russell said, as he wove around to the other side of the table and sat down across from me.

“Water’s fine,” I replied, trying to find my voice, which came out a little breathy at first. Meanwhile, my attention diverted down to all of the food. “Damn, when you said you’d cook me dinner… you weren’t kidding, were you?”

Russell let out another genuine, adorable little chuckle that made my entire body tingle. I glanced up at him, and he was smiling softly at me. “Yeah, I usually just make shit for myself, honestly. Well, me and Leia.”

“Leia?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, and watched Russell look over his shoulder toward the back door of his home, across his kitchen.

“My dog. She’s a lab. A rescue, actually,” he said matter-of-factly, glancing back at me then. “I wasn’t quite sure how you felt about dogs, so she’s outside at the moment. Didn’t want her barging in on our date.”

Our date. Wow, did my heart ever pitter hard in my chest at his words. I shook my head, a smile stretching across my face. “Oh no, I love dogs. She doesn’t have to stay outside. Let her in.” Russell nodded, looking pleased I’d been okay with the extra company, and went over to the door to do as I’d asked.

Meanwhile, my attention went to the food he’d put on the table. He’d roasted a whole chicken, made some sort of fancy mashed potatoes, and another bowl of what looked like roasted vegetables. Everything looked absolutely delicious, beyond anything I’d expected him to do.

Suddenly, I felt cold wetness on my arm. I glanced down, a pair of deep brown eyes staring at me, and a black nose resting on my skin. Leia, Russell’s chocolate labrador, had sat down next to me, tail wagging full speed, mouth hanging open excitedly.

“Well hello there,” I smiled, offering her a scratch on the back of the head. “Wow, I haven’t pet a dog in so long… I don’t even remember the last time it was, it’s been so long now…”

“She loves the attention,” Russell replied, as he sat back down again. I watched him, still petting on Leia, as he did. “But uh—I was hoping I’d get most of that attention tonight, personally. Since I was a good boy and wore the cage all day and everything…”

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Chapter 8 (Russell)

I must have stared at that incredible picture of Lily more than a dozen separate times throughout the day. It wasn’t just that she was nude. I had seen a lot of nude women and had been sent a lot of pictures before, both welcome and not, but it was the woman herself and the key dangling there between her breasts taunting me.

But despite her nudity, it wasn’t really a sexual image. She had the most incredibly sexy and perfectly fit body I had ever seen. Just the right amount of muscle definition combined with feminine curves, but when I looked at her, it wasn’t so much in a lustful way. No, she was….the picture was…like a work of art. Beautiful and to be appreciated for its aesthetic value. Achingly beautiful.

It wasn’t something anyone knew about me, but I wasn’t just the blue collar bluff man that I appeared to be. I sometimes appreciated the arts on my own from painting to poetry, and it embarrassed me. But Lily was….a fine work of art indeed in that seemingly simple selfie. I wanted to hang a blown up version of the picture on my wall. I didn’t have a lot of things on my walls to begin with, but I couldn’t stop staring at it.

And then there was the key around her neck. A symbol of her power over me. For much of the morning I alternated between just being aroused by seeing it and wanting her to have that power and control, and questioning whether I had made a giant mistake and would ask to put an end to this whole thing the moment she arrived. It tore at me internally and I struggled with my own identity as a man and even what it meant to be a man.

On the surface it all seemed so emasculating. Letting a woman control the very body part that defined me as being male. Letting her lead me down this path and controlling how we would engage sexually. Letting this woman half my size tell a man like ME what to do. It seemed absurd and I felt ashamed at wanting it.

But I knew there was the other side of it. How it made me feel and how she had claimed it made me MORE of a man to do it. I struggled with this quite a bit, but I couldn’t deny how it had felt to be tied up in that rope and how it had made me feel when she called me a ‘good boy.’

It had been a warm night, my first in the chastity cage, and Leia, my rescue lab, had spent the night outside. I had enough land and she was good about staying on it, that I often let her free whenever she wanted, just a part of this corner of forest that I claimed as my own. She enjoyed her freedom. I heard her scratching at the door now and got up to let her in.

I opened the door and there she was with a proud as fuck look on her face, holding a dead squirrel in her mouth and wagging her tail so hard her entire back end was wagging back and forth.

I barked out a laugh and went to one knee petting her as I said, “Oh Leia, the mighty huntress returns and with dinner for us. I am afraid though that we are hosting a new friend for dinner tonight and I think I will need to cook something a little more refined for her than squirrel soup. But you are a good girl.” It hit me then how similar it was to when Lily called me a ‘good boy.’

“Go on, it is all yours,” I told her with a laugh and another pet. She almost seemed to understand and settled down on the back porch with her prize. I took my shirt off, leaving me only in the gray sweat pants I was wearing, and decided to do some work on the place to fill out my day before it was time to get ready and make dinner for my lovely guest this evening. There was shit that needed to be done, and the hard work would enable me to do my best thinking and perhaps reconcile the conflicting thoughts I had about….submission.

There was always work to be done on a cabin like this and maintaining the land. From the roof to the gutters to the water and heating systems. On top of that, with such a special guest coming, I felt the need to tidy up the place as well and clean. I hated cleaning, but I didn’t own a lot so it wasn’t that hard to do.

As I lost myself in the work and my muscular body became covered in a sheen of sweat, my mind worked out the problems of my male ego. It tormented me for quite some time how emasculating it all seemed. And then the other half would hear her voice telling me that it made me more of a man.

In the end, I decided that there was little risk here in accepting it and following her down this path to see where it would lead. She had promised discretion and we would be the only ones who knew. As I worked, I felt the cage hugging my cock tightly and felt her distant passive control. And the arousal that always accompanied that thought.

Yes, she had already changed my thinking considerably, and if I made the conscious choice right now to keep my mind open and fully embrace it, things would probably become much easier for me. There was a peaceful feeling that came over me with the thought of surrendering and it resembled what I had felt when she had tied me up. I needed to pursue this to wherever it went and only then could I make an informed decision on if it was for me.

I felt so much better now that I had decided to try to embrace it and got a lot done over that day. I hosed myself down quickly to wash the sweat off before it was time to start preparing dinner. I was going to make just about the fanciest fucking dinner I was capable of for this woman and try to impress her. By most people’s standards, it wouldn’t be all that fancy, but it would be good and plentiful.

As the roast chicken was finishing in the oven, I took a proper shower, getting fully cleaned and dressed. I had told her to dress comfortably and did the same myself. I wasn’t refined, and I knew it, and I wouldn’t pretend to be anyone else. I was who I was even now, locked in this cage. I returned to fully embracing it, confident in myself and my abilities, my appearance, and my intelligence. When Lily arrived, she would not find a desperate needy boy waiting for her, but a grown ass man who knew who he was and was willing to let her guide me down this path, but not meekly. I wasn’t meek.

I heard her car coming up the gravel driveway early and I smiled. Was she intending to catch me off guard and unprepared? If so, she failed. I stood at the front door to watch and to see if she would come to the door right away or not. Dinner was ready and I was pleased that she wasn’t late. City people often didn’t realize just how well and easily sounds could be heard in the forest.

Lily got out of the car, wearing a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She was fucking beautiful. I watched her come up to the porch and then start to pace. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. I’d expected her to arrive full of confidence and command.

“Okay, Lil, Jesus Christ. It’s a fucking guy. Can you take a chill pill, please? Let’s stop it with this racing heart bullshit. How many dates have you been on? How many submissive guys have you been with? Get a fucking hold of yourself, come on now.”

She was nervous and she obviously had no idea that I could hear her. That confidence that I had already been feeling? It was fucking bolstered now. She still held power over me for sure, but I enjoyed knowing that she was a bit nervous too. It made her more human and even more desirable to me.

She continued to pace, sometimes mumbling to herself and obviously working out her nerves. I couldn’t help but smile at her, but I decided to see if I could press my advantage as she mumbled, “Okay Lily, deep breaths. Let’s go. You can do—”

I opened the door then, cutting off her mid sentence and smiling down at her. She was obviously startled as her eyes sought out the front door right away. The look on her face was priceless.

“Did you wrap up your pep talk out here yet?” I asked in almost a drawl, enjoying the moment of catching her off balance.

She stopped pacing, near me and the doorway, momentarily speechless in a very satisfactory manner. But when she spoke, I could hear the annoyance in her voice at being caught so. “How long were you fucking staring at me for? You know, that’s really rude to—”

I had to refrain from laughing, and decided then to remind her that I wasn’t her typical submissive. If she wanted to dominate a man like me, with whatever that would entail, she would have to remember just who and what I was.

I drew an arm up, resting it above my head in the doorway, quite aware of how muscular I was and what an imposing figure I could be. The muscles up my bicep flexed briefly as Lily now stood in my shadow as I casually loomed over her.

She’d been starting to pace again, but quickly stumbled, and I said, “You alright? You didn’t have a shot of whiskey again before you came over did ya? Nerves getting to you too much?”

I moved from the doorway, giving her some space, but then I drew closer to her, a little concerned. “I’m not gonna bite, y’know. You’re the one with the key,” I said, seeing the key around her neck and reminding her of the power that she held. Of course, my eyes traveled further taking in her cleavage as well and not hiding the desire in my eyes.

When I dressed, I embraced my outdoorsy rugged mountain man nature and dressed the part in a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black jeans. For simplicity of cleaning, I didn’t wear shoes in the house and I was barefoot. Lily was clearly still off balance as she was looking down at my bare feet.

“Earth to Lily,” I said, and her head snapped up to look at me. “You okay? That speech of yours was really compelling, I would have felt better after it, personally. Hell, I think I do feel better after it. I don’t think you ever told me what you do for a living either. I bet you money it’s a speechwriter for a politician, or maybe a personal trainer, right?” I smiled openly, trying to be humorous and maybe set her more at ease.

It worked. She let out the prettiest little, but genuine laugh, and I saw her body visibly relax as she shook her head. She approached me then and gave me a light shove. I could have ignored it of course and just stood there not moving an inch, but I gave way to her as she went around me and into the house saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah…like you don’t ever get fucking nervous about anything.”

I closed the door behind us as she took off her shoes without being asked, and I wasn’t sure I would have asked, but it was a considerate gesture.

“Never,” I replied as she turned back to me and I was now giving her my second best smile for the first time, further trying to set her at ease and make her feel welcome.

“Your text messages this morning would argue otherwise,” she countered quickly, and my smile faltered. I was not proud of my behavior this morning, nor the way it had made me feel at the time. I had felt very unsure of myself and it was not a feeling I was used to in the least.

I reached a hand up and rubbed the back of my neck, now studying Lily, feeling a little hurt by the comment, but trying not to let it get to me. I shrugged and a little resigned, I said, “Well, yeah… I guess you’re right about that…”

“I’m sorry,” she quickly replied, taking a step toward me, looking a little remorseful. “That wasn’t really fair of me to say. I know it’s a little intimidating at first, truly. I’m very proud of you for being able to stay calm despite all your reservations, and continue to wear it all day.”

Her eyes then slowly looked down the length of my body until they settled on my crotch, almost looking like she was trying to confirm to herself if I was still wearing the cage or not. It felt like it bulged my jeans out obscenely and should be obvious, but I realized that might just be my own mind amplifying its effects.

“I’m still wearing it,” I confirmed, softly.

She immediately snapped her eyes back up to mine and her face colored. I smiled again knowing we were through that moment as she said, “I—um… Well good. Good boy. I’m glad. I appreciate you trying it for me. Did it help after we talked earlier, at least?”

“Loads,” I replied, nodding. “I think the reassurance helped a lot. And, as I mentioned, I don’t understand why exactly, but the idea that you were so aroused by me wearing it…well…fuck…” I took a sharp breath in, trying to steady myself from the sudden arousal I felt imagining this exquisite woman so turned on by my locked cock. “Man, that did something to me like you wouldn’t believe.”

She smirked, the corner of her mouth turning up and it was apparent she was starting to feel more confident. “Oh, it’s very sexy, trust me. I had…a lot of fun today, thinking about you in it.”

“Oh really?” I prompted, wanting to hear more, wanting to hear all of the juicy details despite knowing that they would torture me further. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response and gave her a smile that would clearly indicate where my mind was going. She continued to look at me without saying any more. “Not even a little bit of the details? Damn, woman. You’re cruel.”

“Maybe if you’re a good boy,” she said in a lower, more sultry voice as she moved closer to me, closing the gap between us. It was all I could do not to grab the back of her head and take her mouth with mine right then. I let out a sound. It had been intended to be more of a growl, but just then, my cock throbbed and it sounded more like a moan.

Her head turned toward the smells wafting from the kitchen and I smiled. I had almost forgotten about dinner and it was the big thing I was doing to impress Lily tonight and maybe get the cage off. “Dinner’s ready. It was a good thing you paced as long as you did, otherwise you’d have had to wait around for a few minutes. We can sit down and eat now. Come on.”

I moved past her to head down the hallway to the kitchen on the other side of the house and heard her follow. It was a small thrill to turn the tables on her a little and lead, but I also knew it was leading to an attempt to please her. It would also allow her to see more of the house. It wasn’t much, but it was mine and I was proud of it. Functional and comfortable, much like I was.

I paused just before reaching the kitchen and looked at her over my shoulder and said, “If it’s any consolation, I know I’m giving you shit, but I do that too.”

She blinked, appearing a little lost. “What do you mean?”

“The pacing,” I replied swiftly, smiling a little.. “I’m fucking notorious for it. You should see me on a work call. I probably burn five hundred calories an hour just doing circles.” I chuckled and shook my head. “All I’m saying is, I would have done the same thing. You shouldn’t stress about it. It was really cute.”

I had thought it might set her more at ease while also letting her know how attractive I found her and that we did have something in common despite the fairly obvious fact that we weren’t each other’s typical type. But her mouth hung open and I saw that look of desire in her eyes for a moment once again.

She swallowed deeply and looked away from me, and I could see that she was trying to compose herself. She wanted me, I could see it, but I also knew how important it was to her to take this slowly, and I was determined for this to progress how she had wanted and learn from her if this was truly my path to happiness.

And so, the first step of that was the dinner I had worked so hard for hours to prepare for her. I turned and resumed to the kitchen while also giving her the privacy to restore her equilibrium. I had just completed setting the table when I had heard her pull up.

Some thought it old fashioned, but I just considered it proper and it was the way that I was brought up. So I didn’t hesitate in pulling out a chair for her as she approached the table.

“You want me to sit there?” she asked, blinking in surprise. I nodded. She almost seemed unsure, like no man had ever given her this courtesy before, as she sat down into the cushioned wooden chair and I helped to scoot her closer to the table.

“Water, okay? I would have gotten some liquor to drink had I thought about it sooner, but I generally just have water at the house,” I said, as I went to the other side of the table and sat down across from her. I felt bad I had forgotten to get anything else, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Water’s fine,” she replied, her voice a little soft with an undertone I did not recognize.. She looked at the spread before and I almost beamed in pride at how it looked. “Damn, when you said you’d cook me dinner… you weren’t kidding, were you?”

I let out a genuine, deep throated chuckle and smiled at her. “Yeah, I usually just make shit for myself, honestly. Well, me and Leia.”

“Leia?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, and I looked over my shoulder toward the back door on the other side of the kitchen.

“My dog. She’s a lab. A rescue, actually,” I replied looking back at her. “I wasn’t quite sure how you felt about dogs, so she’s outside at the moment. Didn’t want her barging in on our date.” I mean, it was a date, despite the unusual nature of it and the kinky undertones.

She shook her head smiling. “Oh no, I love dogs. She doesn’t have to stay outside. Let her in.” I nodded, pleased that she liked dogs, and it was another point in her favor, though I couldn’t help but smile at the command to let her in. I took a last look at the spread on the table to make sure everything was in place. I roasted a whole chicken, made a special recipe of mashed potatoes I had from my grandmother, and a bowl of mixed roasted vegetables. There was also a covered basket of fresh hot rolls.

I let Leia in and she had a big stupid smile on her face, eager to meet our new friend, and I watched as she darted right past me to greet Lily, immediately nosing her arm before resting her entire snout on it and sitting down, basically introducing herself to Lily, tail wagging and mouth open in excitement. Some women I had over were disgusted that I had a dog.

“Well hello there,” Lily smiled enchantingly, offering Leai a scratch on the back of the head. “Wow, I haven’t pet a dog in so long… I don’t even remember the last time it was, it’s been so long now…”

“She loves the attention,” I replied as I sat back down, trying my best to flirt with her. “But uh—I was hoping I’d get most of that attention tonight, personally. Since I was a good boy and wore the cage all day and everything…”

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