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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.

Chapter 11 (Lily)

“You won’t be in it much longer,” I said softly, offering him a smile. “I’d like to put you in a small bit of bondage on your bed, if you feel like that would be okay with you. Before I take the cage off. Can you lay on your back in the center of the bed, with your arms above you on either side, and your legs spread open?”

Russell, who had been breathing somewhat raggedly from the last minute or two, nodded in reply, and I heard a very soft, “Yes, my Sun,” which surprised me a little and I smiled because of it. Immediately after, he took the couple of steps across the room, and I watched him mount the bed, laying himself out as I’d asked him to.

Meanwhile, I dug into the bag I’d gotten, pulling out four black leather cuffs with metal clasps and D-rings attached to them, and several medium lengths of deep purple Jute rope, which was a type of Shibari rope with little give, enabling me to secure Russell to his bed sturdily in bondage. I felt the color would accentuate his skin tone perfectly, though I'd changed my mind about doing more Shibari ties on him tonight. I wanted him too badly to be patient.

I walked over to him in the bed, still fully clothed, and sat beside him, dropping what I’d taken out of my bag next to me. My fingers gently stroked over his beautiful torso, tracing lines over his exposed muscles and taut skin. I made my movements feather light, so he trembled and gasped a little at the touches I gave.

My voice had a similar style, as my hands moved against him. “I’d like to put you in restrictive bondage again tonight,” I said gently, never stopping the motions of my hands, while my eyes met his, latched on to me like they’d never left, not for a second, since I’d made the command to him at dinner. “I would attach your wrists to the posts at the top of your bed, and your legs to the bottom, essentially making you spread eagle on your bed…” My fingers danced right underneath his belly button, near his pubic bone, and Russell bucked a little and whimpered softly.

“I’d like to put you in this position, then remove the cage from my cock, and spend a little time…getting to know it better. Would you let me do that tonight, my moon? Will you let me play with my new toy?”

Sometimes it was rather amusing to me what a few simple sentences, or even words, strung together in the right way, with the right tone, could do to someone. It had the perfect effect on Russell, who had started to pant and writhe on the bed. He nodded desperately at me, eyes growing wider.

“Please take it out, my Sun. Please…please…” His voice hadn’t completely gotten out of that higher register he’d been in a minute earlier, and I wondered if I’d already gotten him to some mild form of subspace without very much effort at all. He was putty in my hands, and I was loving every minute of it.

“Okay sweet boy. Let’s get you bound first,” I said softly, and then I pulled myself from the bed. I spent the first few minutes securing my leather cuffs to his extremities and ensuring that they were as tight as possible without being constricting. Once I’d done that, I worked the Jute into the D-rings on each of the cuffs, securing them from the D-ring, and then weaving the rope underneath the bed frame and around the post.

Once I’d gotten the rope situated, I paused, making eye contact with Russell before I pulled at the tension in the rope, drawing it tighter and tighter, until his body was being almost tugged a little, in the direction he was being bound in. Each time I tightened the rope, I enjoyed the pants and slight verbalizations he made, which grew louder and more intense with each body part I secured to the bed.

When I finally made it to his final arm, to which he’d be completely secure, spread eagle, to his bed, I paused for a second, staring down at him. When his blue eyes met mine, I smiled.

“You’re going to be my little fuck toy tonight, Russell,” I said gently, offering him a very seductive, very playful smirk, just as I tugged at the rope to draw it tighter. The man’s body went stiff, and all at once he was perfectly secured to his mattress and bed frame. I watched him try to writhe and buck a little bit, without much give, and suddenly his breathing got audible and ragged again.

“Oh, good boy,” I said gently, pulling myself onto the bed again, letting my fingers draw across his body. My face, which had been somewhat close to his own, drew in, and I planted my lips onto his briefly, giving him a gentle kiss. “Take deep breaths, my moon. Deep breaths… in through your nose, out through your mouth…”

I waited, until he’d done as I asked, and then smiled and nodded. “That’s it… You’re safe. I’ve got you. If you have any concerns, if you get too anxious and feel like you can’t handle it, I explained to you about the stoplight system earlier. You can warn me with a ‘yellow’ or stop me with a ‘red.’ I will always follow those instructions. And I’ll ask you for a color from time-to-time too, so I know you’re okay.”

My fingers danced up his chest, across his neck, and then stroked down his cheek softly. “Like right now. Color, my moon.”

Russell let out the most adorable little whine I’d ever heard, and it was a new noise for him. I couldn’t tell if he was frustrated or aroused or losing his mind or what the hell it was, but it was so sexy I could hardly think. But it was followed by a very breathy. “Green.”

“Good boy,” I said gently, and then immediately moved my body down the bed, until I’d situated myself between his legs. At first, I thought maybe to take a few more minutes, stroking his sexy, very stretched, very spread out thighs, letting him relax more into the bondage. But something told me he was already so far gone at this point, and he was in such desperate need for relief from the cage, I should give it to him.

“Okay, Russell,” I said gently, reaching up to unclasp the necklace around my neck. As I did, I watched the man’s eyes follow my movements, growing wide as I pulled the key down towards his cage. I immediately brought it to the lock, unlocking it with one swift motion, pulling out the metal component that connected with it, and then gently removing the cage portion from my very angry cock.

I worked swiftly, since I’d done this plenty of times before, but made sure to still be gentle and accurate in what I was doing, as I gently began to work Russell’s cock and testicles through the ring portion of the cage. All the while, Russell bucked and writhed and panted and moaned and made all sorts of delicious sounds, but I knew even when I heard them, they were from the attention to my cock and balls, and the fact he was getting his freedom.

When I’d taken the cage off of Russell finally, I set all the components off to the side, and immediately turned my attention back to between his legs. His erection was already starting to form, nearly effortlessly, and rapidly in front of my eyes.

I let out a little gasp in surprise at how large he already was, and he hadn’t stopped getting hard yet. My gasp turned into a little moan, and I pulled myself in closer, gripping a hold of his thighs, and drawing my face down. I was close to it as it finally got to stretch and get the relief it desperately wanted.

My eyes flitted to Russell’s, who had grown wide in anticipation, and I could hear him breathing raggedly, his entire body trembling in anticipation. Then my attention went back to his—to my cock, still bulging and growing harder and harder.

I moaned softly, licking at my lips and drawing so close, that if Russell made an attempt to move his cock muscles at all, he may have been able to hit my face. He most likely felt the hot breaths of my mouth against his flesh. I smiled wickedly, feeling saliva pooling in my mouth, wanting desperately to have my hands and mouth and lips and tongue all over that fucking masterpiece.

“You’re all mine now.”

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Chapter 11 (Russell)

“You won’t be in it much longer,” she said softly. “I’d like to put you in a small bit of bondage on your bed, if you feel like that would be okay with you. Before I take the cage off. Can you lay on your back in the center of the bed, with your arms above you on either side, and your legs spread open?”

I could hear how ragged my breathing was. I had never felt so much need and I felt like she could have requested anything from me at that moment and I would have agreed. “Yes, my Sun,” I said softly, causing her to smile as I stepped to the bed and got onto it, laying in the center on my back as she had commanded.

I watched as Lily went into her bag and pulled out what had to be cuffs, but made of leather rather than metal. Though they had metal on them as well, with rings attached to them. She then pulled out several lengths of purple rope. I had no hesitation in my mind about being made helpless again. Anything to get the cage off, plus I remembered how it had felt before. I was surprised by the leather cuffs figuring she would tie me like she had before, but maybe the bed had inspired other plans. It didn’t matter to me as long as I got the cage off.

I had been hoping that she would finally strip too and let me at least see that magnificent nude body I had gotten a glimpse of this morning in that wonderful picture, but she walked over to me lying on the bed and sat down beside me. Her fingers gently stroked over my chest almost like she was tracing lines. Perhaps planning where to run the rope? Her touch was maddeningly light and I trembled.

“I’d like to put you in restrictive bondage again tonight,” she said gently, never stopping the motions of her hands, while her eyes met mine. Except for those few brief moments in the hallway, I hadn’t stopped looking at her since she gave the command at dinner. “I would attach your wrists to the posts at the top of your bed, and your legs to the bottom, essentially making you spread eagle on your bed…” Her fingers danced right underneath my belly button, near my pubic bone, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hips a little even as I whimpered in response.

“I’d like to put you in this position, then remove the cage from my cock, and spend a little time…getting to know it better. Would you let me do that tonight, my moon? Will you let me play with my new toy?”

It wasn’t just what she said, though that certainly had a huge effect, but the way she had said it. My brain had immediately honed in on her removing the cage from her cock, and the fact that she would ‘get to know it better.’ I realized that she could very well take the cage off, but then not do anything else. I was desperate for her to touch it, or do anything to it. Would I let her? I wanted to beg her for it, and I was not a man who begged for anything.

“Please take it out, my Sun. Please…please…” I begged anyway, still hearing that my voice was higher than normal.

“Okay sweet boy. Let’s get you bound first,” she replied softly with a warm smile. I couldn’t fucking wait as she got up and spent an agonizing few minutes wrapping the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, making sure that they were tight, but no so tight that they would cut off any circulation. My cock leaked and throbbed the entire time.

She then grabbed the four lengths of rope and tied each of them to the four cuffs and then to the bed frame both at the post and underneath. It wasn’t very tight, and I was surprised by that, but my brain was consumed with thoughts of the cage being off and her touching me.

She paused looking at me, the end of the rope attached to my left ankle in her hand. She made eye contact with me and then pulled. My left leg went even wider than it had been as the rope pulled tight. I gasped and moaned at how secure it was. She repeated the same thing on my other leg and I moaned even more loudly now with my legs spread very wide indeed and I couldn’t close them an inch.

She slowly moved to my left arm, and pulled that one tight and I let out the loudest moan yet feeling that arm stretched over my head and now unable to move. I was panting now, having the feeling of helplessness almost overwhelm me as she moved around the bed to my final limb - my right arm.

She grabbed the end of the rope there and paused again, making eye contact with me and smiling in her dominant way.

“You’re going to be my little fuck toy tonight, Russell,” she said gently, but with the most incredible seductive smirk on her face as she pulled the final length of rope and secured my strongest arm. It went tight over my head and I almost cried out at feeling it and feeling how my entire body was stretched out. I could barely move at all now and the expression on her face almost caused me to feel another thing I was not used to.

Fear.

I started to pant so heavily that I was nearly hyperventilating, and my body tried on its own to test the bonds and found them quite secure.

“Oh, good boy,” she said as she sat on the bed again, her fingers lazily tracing over my prone form. She bent down and kissed me then before saying, “Take deep breaths, my moon. Deep breaths… in through your nose, out through your mouth…”

I realized I was getting lightheaded from my breathing and was almost feeling that same sense of panic that I had in the classroom. I heard her telling me to take deep breaths and quickly did as she said, slowing my breathing and staring into her eyes.

“That’s it… You’re safe. I’ve got you. If you have any concerns, if you get too anxious and feel like you can’t handle it, I explained to you about the stoplight system earlier. You can warn me with a ‘yellow’ or stop me with a ‘red.’ I will always follow those instructions. And I’ll ask you for a color from time-to-time too, so I know you’re okay.”

Her words helped to calm me as she reminded me of safe words. It was an interesting concept. We had talked about it as we left the bar and she explained the purpose of them and I understood. It was a way for both people to get lost in the scene and yet maintain safety at all times. My breathing was still heavy now, but I had backed off from the panic and fear and my eyes were now slightly lidded as the helplessness settled in.

Her fingers moved up my chest, over my neck and then she caressed my cheek with such a tender touch. “Like right now. Color, my moon.”

I heard a sound escape my throat that could only be described as a whine. I felt SO fucking desperate now that I had surrendered to the helplessness and its effects on me, and desperately wanted her to just uncage me and touch me.

“Green,” I breathed out, not hiding how much I needed her to continue.

“Good boy,” she said almost causing me to whimper again, before she moved down the bed to sit between my widely spread legs. My hips moved a little of their own accord as if begging on their own for her touch.

“Okay, Russell,” she said gently as she reached for her necklace to unclasp it. My eyes followed her movements, going wide as she took hold of the key and brought it towards the cage. I was so thankful when she didn’t hesitate a moment to insert it into the lock and unlocked it almost immediately, pulling the tumbler out. She pulled the tube part off and I moaned at just that part of the relief I felt.

She immediately went to work on freeing me from the ring portion, careful not to hurt me as she worked my hardening cock through it first before slipping it off my testicles. Just this much touch from her was driving me mad and I couldn’t stop writhing and moaning.

She set the cage on the bed beside her and I could feel my cock stretching out now and rapidly growing to its full hardness. I heard her gasp, and I didn’t know if it was for my cock or not. Some women had gasped at it before, surprised by its size, but it wasn’t like it was something I had any control over.

Her gasp turned into a soft moan as she moved in closer, gripping my thighs as she lowered her face towards my cock. That would surely send me the rest of the way to full hardness and I desperately wanted her to take it into her mouth.

She looked up at me then and I wanted to cry out with the need to feel her mouth on me. My breathing had grown heavy again with the anticipation of it and I could feel myself trembling. She looked back down at my cock as it was still growing and moaned again softly. She licked her lips and drew so close to it that if I throbbed then, it would hit her. I could feel the warmth of her breathing on it. The smile she displayed then was otherworldly.

She looked back up at me, her mouth ever so close to my manhood, and paused before speaking.

“You’re all mine now.”

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