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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 10 (Lily)

“Thank you.”

Russell was nearly whimpering and in pants when I finally spoke the words to him, once we’d parted from kissing. He looked relieved, desperate to get the steel that was encasing his cock off, looking ecstatic that I told him it was actually happening.

I left him in the hall for a moment, just long enough to grab the bag I’d brought with me by the door. Not the same bag I’d had the previous night at the Shibari demonstration, it was significantly smaller, but it carried many of the same things inside of it. After I’d slung it over my shoulder and made my way back down the hall, I stopped directly in front of Russell, pulling myself up on my tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Take me to your bedroom, my moon,” I whispered to him, and I felt a violent shiver rip through the entire length of his body.

The sexy man didn’t take his eyes off of me, and they grew wider, the blue shining in the dim lighting of his hallway. “Yes, my Sun,” he replied, steady on me. The fact that he’d already decided to respond with our agreed names, had me shivering in response too. It was low, and soft, and gravelly, and he meant every one of those three words, intimately.

At first, I’d expected Russell to lead and for me to follow, or for him to maybe take my hand and lead me. Instead, a second or two later after he’d replied to me, I felt myself very rapidly being lifted from the ground in one fell swoop, cradled in the giant man's arms, and taken down the hallway.

I gasped in surprise, trying to recover quickly, and wrapping my arms around his neck. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Exactly what you asked me to do,” Russell replied, holding me tight to his body as he turned around the corner and into what I presumed was his bedroom. It was intimate. Nothing incredibly lavish and extravagant. It was the kind of bedroom of a modest man who knew what was necessary for him to live comfortably and earnestly. Maybe even a bit on the small side, if anything.

But I wouldn’t have been distracted by the square footage of the room for too long. I was too surprised by the magnificence of his bed, on the opposite side of the room. It looked handmade, a mix of metal and wood, blended together in an exquisite design. A four poster bed, with a beautiful headboard that blended wood with metal, too.

The thing about the bed however, that held me captive—was, more aptly, how perfect it was to hold Russell captive. There were so many points on the bed itself, on the four posters, and the way the frame connected toward the ceiling, forming almost an intricate cube of sorts. I knew Russell must have constructed this thing himself, it was too unique and bizarre otherwise. And it felt a little like kismet when I’d seen it for myself.

This man was meant to be bound to this thing in every way imaginable. He would be bound to it, I’d made sure of that. It was a riggers dream, and it had my heart racing so hard in my chest I could barely think for a few minutes.

I must have been distracted walking around the bed, once Russell had let me down, touching it intimately, taking in the beauty of it, because Russell finally cleared his throat rather loudly, and it brought my focus back to the room, and back to him.

“Like my bed, do you?” He said softly, and I couldn’t help but smile broadly at him, which caused him to smile back. “I made it myself, a couple of years ago. Took me a few months of planning and design work, but the thing came out pretty masterfully, if I do say so myself. Nothing else like it in the entire world.”

“You got that right,” I breathed, staring solidly at him then. Except I didn’t think I was focused on the bed in those moments, but on the sexy man in front of me. Before I’d known what I was doing, I moved across the room to him again. My hands immediately began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He started to help me, and I placed a hand over his and stopped him.

“I’ll do it,” I said simply, resuming as soon as I’d felt satisfied he was going to do what he was told. His hands dropped back to his sides, and then moved again only to help shuffle himself out of the shirt, and then assist with me taking off his white cotton undershirt.

All at once the man was half naked in front of me again, in all of his labored body glory. He was a work of art, all on his own. I could have looked at him for hours, and I knew I’d want to spend so much time laying rope on his body, in so many designs and ties. He had the perfect form for it, one that would be accentuated by the ropes, for certain. And I’d made sure to bear that in mind tonight, with the color and texture of rope I’d picked and brought with me.

My hands fell to the waistband of his jeans, never stopping moving once they’d started to undress him. Within a matter of seconds, I’d unbuttoned them, and started to shove them down his legs. The second they’d gotten to the floor, he kicked them off. I’d still been kneeling, when I stared up at him again, in all of his naked glory.

Well, all except for the cage that he’d been wearing.

I sat back on my legs, on the floor, admiring him, all the way from his beautiful eyes that were watching me carefully but quietly, towering above now, down the length of his torso, admiring his broad shoulders and thick arms. I studied the dips in his stomach, his very oddly shaped belly button I hadn’t really paid attention to before, and then my eyes drifted down further, until they’d found the familiar stainless steel cage I’d let him borrow.

It was even more alluring than it had ever been, a mere few inches away from my face. I was almost eye-to-eye with his crotch. While Russell struck me as the type who might roughly deep throat a girl in this position, or might have made a move to force me to handle his cock and relieve it from its prison sooner, instead he just stood obediently. Watched me with those intense eyes, as I drank him in like cool water on a hot day.

My eyes stayed on his trapped cock for a long while, admiring how it was bulging out of the cage, and how aroused he was. If he was out, he would have been hard as a rock in seconds. They flitted down further, enjoying how plump and swollen his testicles were, too, which was always a side effect of the cage. They grew engorged and full and desperate for relief. I had never really been a big fan of male genitalia until I used chastity cages. Then they became one of my favorite things to play with.

I nearly reached out to touch them, finding them so alluring, but I stopped myself. Not quite yet. I didn’t have him where I wanted him exactly, and there was time for that. Time to explore his body completely, in every sense of the word. And I really wanted to get to know him more tonight. It would be good for both of us.

When I looked back up at Russell’s face, he outstretched a hand almost immediately, like he knew I’d wanted to get off the floor. Both of us seemed to breathe a very sexually charged breath of relief when I’d gotten to my feet, the tension of me being mere inches away from his cock maddening for both of us.

“Are you going to take me out yet?” Russell asked quietly, looking more desperate than ever.

My lip curled a little at him and I shook my head, planting a finger on his lips. Before I could do anything about it, I watched him draw it into his mouth in response, and felt his tongue sliding along the entire length, his lips sucking against it tightly.

I immediately let out a very loud and violent moan of pleasure, completely taken by surprise by the gesture. He was being a little bold at the moment, which wasn’t entirely surprising given his personality. I imagined part of this was trying to get me to break. He was desperate, he wanted out. He’d do anything, right?

Russell’s very sexy, very large hand, wrapped around my wrist, so he could control what he’d been doing with his mouth better. And, as much as I had intended to fight him about his behavior, it was so utterly distracting and felt so fucking good, and looked so fucking good, all I could do was stand there and take it.

He continued on for a good solid few minutes, never once breaking eye contact with me, both because I’d told him not to, but I was certain he was doing it with the intention of trying to make me into a puddle as much as I wanted to make him into one. Which was making the idea of dominating him completely so utterly arousing it nearly killed me. Dominating a man who had energy like this, was something I’d never quite done before.

I only hoped Russell was going to be prepared for the things I intended to do to him, because I wasn’t sure I could hold back very much.

When my fingers, which by the end he’d stuffed three of them into his glorious mouth, had finally dropped from his lips with a soft ‘pop,’ the little shit was panting a little bit, and he smiled broadly at me and gave me a little wink.

“Sorry, your hands are too sexy to resist doing that,” he said gently.

Even though I was blushing, my dominant air seemed to return rather quickly and I felt myself steadying again. I leaned into his naked frame, pressing up close to him, so he fell back against the wall he’d been standing in front of, and I pressed my lower half close so it grazed against his cage.

Immediately Russell moaned again, “Oh, fuck…”

Getting up on my tiptoes, I planted my mouth up close to the man’s ear, drawing my voice into a sultry whisper. “I’d be careful if I were you from now on, sweet boy.” And out of nowhere, my hand swiped down between us, gripping onto his cage and holding it steady, feeling the bulging skin of his cock pressing out of the bars. My entire body was on fire from the swift action, but it paled in comparison to the primal sounds and the writhing against the wall that Russell did when I held him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lily—” Russell moaned and whined, his body a constant state of movement beneath me. I gripped onto it a little tighter and he started to gasp. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…please…please…”

“What’s my name, my moon? It’s certainly not Lily,” I replied softly, still on my tiptoes, as close to his ear as I could get. I knew he could feel the warm heat of my mouth against his skin and between that and the vice grip I had on his cage, I knew why he was losing his mind, and it was very satisfying.

“My Sun,” Russell immediately replied, still writhing beneath me. “My Sun. I’m sorry..I’m sorry…I…please…I’m begging you…”

“You’re begging me for what, sweet boy?” I let a finger of the hand that had been holding onto him gently stroke against his bulging cock skin, sticking out from the stainless steel. It had the exact effect that I’d imagined it would, and I could feel wetness on my hand, from the fact he’d started leaking from the attention, too.

“Oh fuuuuck,” Russell moaned and whimpered softly. “Please. Please. The cage, please. It hurts so bad.” His voice had gotten almost another octave in pitch, and so whimpery and whiney. Nothing like the kind of voice he usually had, the masculine growl to his tone. He sounded like a helpless little puddle right now, completely in my control. And I fucking loved it so very much.

My hand released the cage and I moved my mouth to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling him tremble softly from it. Then I stepped away from him, wrapping my hand around his and pulling him a few steps more into the center of the room.

“You won’t be in it much longer.”

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Chapter 10 (Russell)

“Thank you.”

The gratitude came out of my mouth automatically and immediately. She had said she would take me out of the cage tonight, but there was a part of me that had been worried it might not happen anyway. She held the power of it over me and I was keenly aware of it.

The kiss….I had never been kissed like that. Often with the horny women I tended to hook up with, kissing was often just a preamble, something that was expected before getting to what mattered, but this was SO different. It made me feel so much more, and even now I wanted her lips on mine again and to feel her tongue aggressively plunging into my waiting mouth. It had also aroused me so much and I was very desperate to have the cage off, even though I had no idea what would happen after. Even just having it off for a time would be a relief.

She gestured for me to wait there to go back to the main room. I took those few moments to try to compose myself better, but I didn’t get very far. All I could think of was getting the cage off and fucking Lily senseless. I imagined it would be one of the most explosive orgasms of my life.She was back quickly with her bag over her shoulder, and I knew that it likely meant that she had rope in there. I eyed it as she approached and then nearly forgot about it when she stopped in front of me, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed my lips softly. It nearly made me whimper with my need.

“Take me to your bedroom, my moon,” she whispered to me and I shivered at the command, knowing what it meant and needing it so badly.

“Yes, my Sun,”I replied, my eyes locked onto hers as I used our new honorifics. They felt so right. I could hear that my voice was low, soft, and gravelly and could also hear the conviction in my voice. I had never needed anything more.

I looked at her beautiful face and her fit and toned, but small body and I did it without even thinking. In one swift motion, I swept her off of her feet and picked her up into my arms, and immediately heard her gasp of surprise as I turned to take her to my bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked and I couldn’t tell if she was upset or not, but it didn’t really matter.

“Exactly what you asked me to do,” I replied simply, holding her body to me tight as I turned the corner into my bedroom. She felt so wonderful in my arms. Of course, she hadn’t asked me, she had commanded and I had obeyed.

My bedroom wasn’t fancy nor very large, but it was comfortable, practical and mine. There were just four pieces of furniture in the room and I had made them all myself. Two of them were simple little end tables on either side of the bed. The third was a large dresser with tongue and groove construction that had been a pain in the ass and taken forever to do. I had sourced some antique iron hardware for it and was proud of how it had turned out.

But the masterpiece, and what drew the eyes, was the magnificent bed. It was the hardest woodworking I had ever done and it had taken me months to construct the frame. It was monstrous and heavy.

All of the furniture was made from red oak and for the bed itself, I had combined that with more of the antique iron I had sourced for the dresser. It had a full headboard and footboard along with four posts with intricate spiral carvings, leading up to framing at the ceiling made of iron. I even had material in the closet to hang from the top to fully enclose the bed, though I didn’t use it often. I thought some chicks might dig it.

It was a king size bed and was constructed so solidly, that I was sure it would outlive me, not that I had anyone to leave it to. Good luck to whoever tried to move it after I was gone.

As I gently placed Lily down onto the floor, she circled the bed, looking at it almost in awe, and it was only then that I realized that the frame that I had built might be useful for bondage. I knew so little about bondage and didn’t know if she would even tie me to my own bed, as the Shibari class I had was free standing, but as I watched her eyes on it, it seemed like a possibility. I watched as her fingers traced the carvings, the hardwood, and the iron, admiring it. She almost seemed to forget that I was there.

I cleared my throat and said softly, “Like my bed, do you?” Reminding her that I was still there and still so desperate to have the cage off. She smiled broadly at me though, and it lit up her entire face. I couldn’t help but smile back as I said, “I made it myself, a couple of years ago. Took me a few months of planning and design work, but the thing came out pretty masterfully, if I do say so myself. Nothing else like it in the entire world.”

“You got that right,” she said, her attention back on me firmly. My breath hitched at the way she was looking at me as she suddenly approached. Her hands immediately went to the buttons on my shirt and I shuddered a little, but was very eager to get the cage off, so I started to help her. Her hand went over mine and stopped me. I looked at her in question.

“I’ll do it,” she said simply and confidently, resuming as my hands dropped to my sides. It was erotic and it wasn’t something I had ever let a woman do on her own. When I had reached the point of undressing, clothes were just a hindrance to be discarded as quickly as possible, but this was….arousing, to say the least. She finished with the buttons on my flannel and then slipped it off of me before grabbing the bottom of my undershirt to lift it up over my head. I couldn’t look away from her as my chest heaved with need.Once again, my torso was bare for her and she appeared to drink it in, her eyes roaming over all of my scarred skin over muscle. But it wasn’t all that long before her hands were unbuttoning and unzipping my black jeans. Her hands immediately dipped into my pants and pulled them down. It wasn’t exactly rough, but she wasted no time in pulling them down. I hadn’t worn underwear so my throbbing caged cock was immediately visible as I helped her once my pants reached the floor and kicked them the rest of the way off.

But for the cage, I was now naked and Lily was kneeling on the floor in front of me and looking up at me. She sat back on her legs and seemed to admire me. I had never felt such desperation and even though she was the one on her knees, I felt her power over me in that moment. There was also something about being naked while she was still clothed that seemed to add to that power shift.Once again, she appeared to drink me in, her eyes meeting mine before they traveled slowly down my entire body. She seemed to look at my shoulders, my arms hanging by my side, my stomach, and finally to my caged cock which was only a few inches from her pretty face. I throbbed at the attention.

I was filled with the urge to grab the back of her head and push my cock into her mouth as I looked down at her kneeling form. It was what I would typically do with a woman in this position and I would probably be face fucking her before long. It occurred to me that I could easily take the key from her and take the cage off myself and do just that, but that wasn’t what I had agreed to…and I still could not deny the incredible arousal I felt from her having control.

And so I stood still as she admired my trapped cock and swollen balls and recalled her words last night, “Your cock belongs to me now.” I certainly felt that in this moment as she took her sweet time just looking at it. She almost looked like she was about to reach out for it, and I desperately wanted her to, but she refrained and instead finally looked back up into my eyes.

I immediately offered her my hand to help her up. I knew she wanted to go slowly and I somehow knew that once she looked back up into my eyes, that she would not be touching me. Not yet. It had been maddening to have her kneeling there, inches away from my straining cock, but unable to take advantage of it.

Once she was on her feet, I couldn’t wait to ask, “Are you going to take me out yet?” It was said quietly, but even I could hear the desperate plea in my own voice.

Her lip curled and it seemed to be at her own power at that moment. She shook her head and my frustration increased as she placed a finger on my lips, not only to indicate that the answer was ‘no,’ but also implying that I shouldn’t speak.

Deprived of the power of speaking my desire, I did the only thing possible to express it and sucked that finger of hers into my mouth, running my tongue along it and sucking gently with my lips while never breaking eye contact. I needed her and I needed out of this cage, and I needed her to want me out of the cage as desperately as I did.

I was immediately rewarded with her moaning loudly, almost violently as she was taken completely by surprise by my actions. Her eyes practically rolled back in her head and I knew it was effective, more so than I had even anticipated.I pressed my advantage and took my large hand and wrapped it around her wrist to hold her hand steady for me as I sucked her entire finger into my mouth greedily. She wasn’t hiding how much it aroused her and it further emboldened me, feeling like I was taking back a little of my power.

Perhaps I would get her so worked up that she would immediately take the cage off and strip off her clothes and fucking pound her into the mattress. I took her middle finger into my mouth to join the first, never letting up and never breaking eye contact. I enjoyed the power that I seemed to have over her in this moment and I didn’t intend to stop as long as it was affecting her like it was.

I worked a third finger into my mouth and felt like I was getting her exactly where I wanted her. She appeared to enjoy every single fucking second of it and I was convinced that she would be naked and mine the moment I stopped. Her eyelids were fluttering. I knew that look of desire in her eyes, I had seen it from countless women before, and I knew how much she wanted me.It was time. I finally let them slip from my mouth with a soft ‘pop.’ I was panting a little between the arousal and having my mouth full with her fingers, but I smiled broadly in victory at the effect it had on her. I winked at her in my newfound power, confident.

“Sorry, your hands are too sexy to resist doing that,” I said gently, not apologetic in the least. I knew there was likely a somewhat cocky look on my face, and I didn’t care. Women dug that too.

She leaned into me, pressing her smaller body against mine, and I knew that she was going to beg me to take her. I just knew it as she pressed me back against the wall of my bedroom. Her crotch even pressed against the cage, grazing it.

I couldn’t help it when I felt that and moaned, “Oh, fuck…”

She got up on her tiptoes so that her mouth was up close to my ear and in a sultry whisper said, “I’d be careful if I were you from now on, sweet boy.” It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard and I shuddered a little in surprise at the dominance in it.

I suddenly felt her hand grip onto the cage, holding it tightly, and swiftly reminding me of the power she held over me. My reaction was instant as I growled with my need and writhed against her hand, desperately seeking its touch.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lily—” I moaned and whined, and I couldn’t stop writhing. I felt her hand tighten around the cage, her fingers now digging into my balls causing a little pain and discomfort, but also causing me to throb even more. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…please…please…” I begged.

“What’s my name, my moon? It’s certainly not Lily,” she replied softly, still on her tiptoes with her mouth pressed close to my ear. I could feel her hot breath against my skin as she spoke, her voice absolutely filled with her dominant arousal. Her grip around the cage and my balls had not lessened.

“My Sun,” I immediately replied, still writhing beneath her. “My Sun. I’m sorry..I’m sorry…I…please…I’m begging you…”

“You’re begging me for what, sweet boy?” she said and I felt a finger just under the tip of my cock touch the skin bulging out between the bars there and start to stroke it while still maintaining her controlling grip. I could feel myself leaking from the attention.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I moaned and whimpered softly. “Please. Please. The cage, please. It hurts so bad.” Worse than ever in fact, her small stimulation and grip driving me mad. I didn’t even recognize the sound of my own voice and it was much, much higher in tone than I had ever heard it before. I didn’t really care.

She released her grip from the cage as suddenly as it had started and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing me to tremble with need, before stepping back from me and taking my hand. My chest was heaving and most of the thoughts of exerting any power over this woman had fled from my mind for the moment. She pulled me to the center of the room.

“You won’t be in it much longer,” she said softly, offering me a smile.

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