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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 13 (Russell)

“That was all for tonight,” she repeated, continuing to massage my thighs, firmly but still gently. “You’ll get to edge more for me tomorrow. I’ll make you go even longer, make you more desperate than you feel even now. You were such a good boy for me. I know you’re frustrated, I know you want to cum so badly. But you made me so fucking horny, Russell. Your desperation, all those moans and whimpers and sounds, all the bucks and writhing of this sexy as fuck body…”

I wanted to beg for more. I felt like I was addicted to it and just wanted one more edge, but I realized without orgasm, I would always feel like this when she stopped. My body would always be craving that resolution and it would never come. Or at least not right now. She rubbed my body as she moved around the bed while starting to untie me and she said, “Oh, you’ll keep me orgasming for days from that. You’re such a fucking sexy boy for me. I’m so proud of you.”

Her words made me feel so fucking good but also made me wonder when she would allow me to see her body, let alone be allowed to fuck her. Surely that would come at some point, how else could I please her physically than fucking her? But I could sense that she had a plan. A plan to train me into her submissive, and despite my horny desperation, or maybe because of it, I had fully accepted that. I would be patient and do what she told me to, and I knew eventually I would get her naked and be allowed to please her. My cock throbbed at the thought of her maybe masturbating to this as well. But I started to relax.

“Thank you,” I said softly, getting control of my breathing as I came out of my haze. I was still buzzing, but felt just such immense gratitude for this woman that was teaching me a new path to happiness. “Thank you so much.”

She took the cuffs off of my wrists and ankles, bundled them with the rope, and left them in a pile on the floor. She then climbed onto the bed laying next to me and running the back of her hand over my cheek in a gesture of affection I was not accustomed to. It helped me to relax further, though I still felt the presence of our dynamic with her still dressed and me fully nude.

Her mouth suddenly came up to my ear, her lips grazing it causing me to let out a soft gasp and my still quite hard cock to throb. She nipped at my earlobe and I was starting to feel like I might reach another edge just from this.

“Do you remember how you were…very rudely, I might add…assuming what I did for a living earlier?”

The question had not been what I was expecting, but a smirk quickly spread across my face. I looked up at the ceiling as I replied, “Hey, you’re so good at the pep talks I bet the DMV would hire you to keep people motivated waiting in line…”

“Fuck you,” she said, laughing loudly and taking any sting out of it. She jabbed my ribs and I let out a little ‘oof’ feeling it, but then chuckled at the easy banter. I found this woman so enchanting even outside of the sexual components. “—That was so rude.”

“It was hilarious, who are you kidding?” I retorted, grinning wildly.

Her hand came back to my face then, stroking it. I had never felt so many non sexual yet affectionate touches and I loved it so much. I sighed and closed my eyes in happiness as she said, “Okay fine. It was funny. I’ll give you that. Now do you really want to know what I do for a living, or are you gonna continue being a dick?”

I almost burst out laughing at the innuendo and several different dirty jokes popped into my head as my lip curled into amusement. She seemed to sense the filth I was about to say, though I hadn’t decided which joke it was going to be yet, because she pressed her finger to my lips. I was tempted to draw it into my mouth again, but I knew she was trying to wind things down sexually. I was still tempted anyway though. Instead though, feeling these warm feelings I was unfamiliar with, I kissed her finger gently in affection. It still got a reaction from her and I opened my mouth to say one of the jokes anyway.

“Be a good boy and shut up, will you?” she whispered into my ear and I couldn’t help but chuckle again at the notes of amusement and exasperation in her voice. I shook my head but remained silent.

“So,” her hand resumed touching the side of my face, down my neck, very gently and delicately with her touches. It felt so nice and would occasionally cause me to shiver or sigh. “I’m actually, much to your disappointment I’m sure, not a motivational speaker, or a personal trainer, or anything involving talking too much. Despite my, ah… Dommly confidence I exude in the bedroom, I tend to be a more reserved and quiet person in real life.”

That surprised me a little. With the way she had run that class and called me out during it, I assumed she was quite outgoing all the time. I got the sense though, that the typical submissive was far more….well, submissive in attitude than I was, and perhaps my confidence threw her off some too. I knew who I was. Or well… I had thought I did. She was showing me that there was more to me than I knew, but I was still going to embrace it and approach it with confidence. She inspired it in me. I was fairly quiet myself, usually only speaking if I had to, and then always to the point and bluntly.

“Anyway, I’m actually a physical therapist for a living,” she replied simply. “I originally worked as a masseuse for many years and then finally went back to college and graduate school for it, just wanting to be able to help people more.” She settled down more into the bed then and against me. I placed my arm around her holding her gently, pleased at the way she felt against me as she stroked my arm.

“I work with adults at the hospital in the city,” she continued, and I was content to relax and just listen to her. “And then, I volunteer every other weekend at the non-profit medical center for kids downtown, too. I mean, I know I may appear to be this heathen who ties up men and women and makes them my merciless bitches at the BDSM club—”

I laughed again, unrestrained, and this time it came with a snort included. It was quite unintentional, but there was no stopping it and I hadn’t done that since I was a kid. Lily immediately started laughing too, almost hysterically and I shrugged and gave into it myself, continuing to laugh. It took a few minutes, but I decided to insert a little truthful sexual humor, “—You made a little bitch out of me tonight, that’s for sure.” We both laughed again, unable to help it.

When the room got quieter, she glanced at me, still smiling. “I actually wanted to just tell you that, just for you to get to know me,” she said almost like it was an admission while she continued to run her hand over my arm and face. I glanced back at her and smiled, prompting her to continue.

“But I had a point in saying that. I thought maybe I’d offer to give you a little massage before I left you for the evening. If you want it, that is. There’s a thing with BDSM, when you do a scene—like what we just did with the edging, a dominant and submissive will do something called—”

“Aftercare,” I interrupted softly. It was another small thing I had read about while making dinner. “I might have done a little bit of reading. That was something I remember. It’s to make sure you’re both okay mentally after? Right? Hence the ‘after’ I guess. I actually kinda understand the importance of that more now. I can see where it might be a good thing for both people, really.”

She seemed surprised, and I felt a little proud of myself for being armed for this conversation. Her touches and care after torturing my desperation for so long made me feel so good, along with the joking and laughing and normal conversation, that I really more fully understood the need for aftercare now.

“Roll onto your stomach,” she whispered softly to me, kissing me gently on my cheek. I immediately obliged her, and she straddled over me at my waist. Even that felt really nice. I felt her body lean forward and once again wished that she was naked too as she started to massage my broad shoulders, eliciting a deep moan from me.

“Fuck, woman,” I sighed into his mattress, and then turned my head a little so she could hear me better. “I want to make some cheesy ass, you must have come from heaven kind of comment right now because of this treatment, but I’m gonna refrain. I’ll just be a good boy and lay here.” It felt SO fucking good and was definitely a new experience for me from a sexual partner.

She laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Good boy,” she said gently, then continued talking about aftercare. I relaxed even more, feeling almost spoiled. My cock was trapped under my body now. It was still pretty hard, but not the full raging erection it had been.

“It’s funny you said aftercare is good for both people,” she said, hands working somewhat firmly into my shoulders and neck and I would let out more soft moans of pleasure, never feeling the like before as my entire body relaxed more and more. “That’s not always the assumption, a lot of times it appears to be meant mostly for a submissive, just because scenes can be intense, there can be a lot going on for them—”

“It seems like a lot of mental work for a Domme too, though,” I interrupted her then, but with good intentions. “I mean, you just said you’re kind of a quieter gal in person. I imagine having to put all that thought and energy into what you’re going to do and how to take care of another person like that, it can be pretty intense for you too. Intense for everyone involved.” Not to mention the responsibility of their well-being as they were made completely helpless to take care of themselves.

She let out a sigh then, but it sounded like a pleased sound as her hands worked down underneath my shoulder blades and then into the lower parts of my back. I grunted and moaned in response, trying to convey just how fucking good this all felt and how much I appreciated it. I relaxed even more, feeling like I was putty in her quite capable hands. She leaned down and planted several kisses on my back and another wave of warm feelings washed over me.

“I don’t know if it’s like that for every domme,” she said after a few moments, finally replying to my comment. “But it’s funny you say that, because I have been known to get some intense ‘drops’ as they’re called, too. Your body and mind kind of go into a new sort of ‘place’ for lack of a better way to describe it, when you’re doing a scene, engaging in those kinks with your partner… You get a little lost in it when you do.”

“Subspace, right? And Dommespace, I think?” I asked, having seen those words in what I had read. At the time I could only equate them to how I had felt being tied with Shibari the first time.

“Yeah, exactly. What a studious little student you are,” she replied, and I chuckled again, amused that she called me little, but also at the double meaning of using the word student. I was her student in several ways and I wanted to soak all of it in. “Anyway, it does happen. And it can happen to both people. It’s always good to talk about things after. Communication and trust are so important with D&S dynamics. They can’t really function as deeply and honestly as they should if you don’t have that.”

“I want this… I want us, to be honest,” I said abruptly, but then felt heat rize in my face at the blunt and sudden admission. But those feelings had only grown stronger during the massage and she needed to know. “I want to talk to you, to be able to tell you what’s going on with me… You know, it’s strange, but I felt that very strongly when I was caged. I still feel that way, but—” I had never had such strong desires to speak to a woman about how I was truly feeling.

“You were vulnerable, Russell,” she replied gently, her hands going down low, right to the base of my spine, digging deep, letting me feel more relief from her touch, in more ways than one. “The cage made you more vulnerable and feeling more exposed than you’ve ever been in your life. The desire to talk to me, to want to be around me and have me involved makes complete sense. I understand.”

I sighed softly, and nodded, agreeing with her. “Well, I’ll tell you what… if being in that damn cock prison, if letting you edge the shit out of my—out of your toy, as you so aptly put it, until I was out of my fucking mind… If it leads to you doing this to me every time after, I will not complain. Not one iota.” The massage was just about the best non-sexual thing I had ever felt.

She finished with my lower back and I felt both incredibly grateful for the massage and longed for more. It had felt so intimate and for the first time in my life, I felt like I could be more myself with Lily than I had with any other woman. She leaned down over me and I felt her body press against my bare back. I moaned with arousal, again wishing that she was nude.

“Well,” she whispered into my ear and I could hear the smile in her tone. “I just told you I like my aftercare too. So, I suggest you get used to the idea of taking turns, sweet boy. Your entire existence now is to please me and be my obedient fuck toy now. Maybe I want some rubs tomorrow.”

I immediately growled with my desire and almost got up to throw her down on the bed and do just that. But she wasn’t naked, and I wasn’t about to demand that she remove her clothing. I felt confident that she would in time.

“I will love nothing more than to run my hands all over your gorgeous body, my Sun,” I replied, my voice husky, deep, full of confidence and my arousal at getting to touch her body so. “Until you’re completely satisfied.” I paused a moment trying to picture what her bare ass would look like as I massaged her back, but then decided to add. “I’m a good boy after all.”

I felt her breathing elevate against me and I knew that I had aroused her. Fuck I wanted to throw her down and fucking take her, but I had promised to follow her lead. That didn’t stop me from doing all that I could to continue to arouse her with my words though. I smiled broadly as the silence stretched on, wondering if our sex and my training would resume now. Perhaps I would get to fuck her tonight after all.

She finally replied, but it wasn’t the answer I had been hoping for. Quite the opposite. “You are a very good boy, Russell. Which is why you’re going to go back in your cage now, aren’t you?” I let out a little whine of disappointment, and she laughed, sounding quite pleased with herself…

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Chapter 13 (Lily)

“That was all for tonight,” I repeated, continuing to massage Russell’s sexy, muscular thighs, firmly but still gently. “You’ll get to edge more for me tomorrow. I’ll make you go even longer, make you more desperate than you feel even now. You were such a good boy for me. I know you’re frustrated, I know you want to cum so badly. But you made me so fucking horny, Russell. Your desperation, all those moans and whimpers and sounds, all the bucks and writhing of this sexy as fuck body…”

I rubbed him on him more, all the while starting to take him from the restraints he’d been in, keeping my attention on him. “Oh, you’ll keep me orgasming for days from that. You’re such a fucking sexy boy for me. I’m so proud of you.”

My words seemed to be having the effect that I’d wanted, and Russell started to relax against the bed. After I’d finished removing his restraints and he was in control of his body once again, his breathing started to become slow and steady, his body becoming far less tense. He seemed to be accepting what I was saying, what was required of him. Being such a good boy for me.

“Thank you,” he said breathlessly, offering a very soft smile, once he’d managed to control his breathing. “Thank you so much.”

Once I’d bundled up the equipment I’d used and tossed it on the floor in a pile, I turned back to Russell, climbing so I could lay myself next to his naked frame, running the backside of my hand against his cheek, while he continued to take long, slow, deep breaths, his eyes closed at the moment.

My mouth came up to his ear, drawing close enough that my lips gently grazed it. He let out a soft little gasp again, as I nipped his earlobe gently, and then smiled and whispered to him.

“Do you remember how you were…very rudely, I might add…assuming what I did for a living earlier?”

I watched Russell’s eyes blink open, and a smirk spread across his face, but he stared up at his ceiling instead of turning his attention to me. “Hey, you’re so good at itthe pep talks I bet the DMV would hire you to keep people motivated waiting in line…”

“Fuck you,” I laughed loudly, jabbing him in the side, and he let out an ‘oof’ and then chuckled alongside me. He had an amazing laugh, I hadn’t noticed how nice it was until I’d heard it just then. Maybe he hadn’t laughed that often, but it was nearly precious in how it sounded. “—That was so rude.”

“It was hilarious, who are you kidding?” He retorted, grinning wildly.

My hand went back to his face, stroking his cheek softly again. He sighed, and his eyes fluttered back closed. “Okay fine. It was funny. I’ll give you that. Now do you really want to know what I do for a living, or are you gonna continue being a dick?”

Russell’s lip curled more in amusement again and I knew he was about to make some perverted comment and I gently pressed my finger to his lips. Instead of drawing it into his mouth like he had previously, he just kissed it gently, and I felt a little shiver go down the length of me in surprise.

“Be a good boy and shut up, will you?” I whispered softly to him, and Russell just chuckled again softly and shook his head, but he didn’t say anything else.

“So…” My hand resumed touching the side of his face, down into his neck, being gentle and delicate with my touches, enjoying the little shivers and sighs of pleasure he made when I did so. “I’m actually, much to your disappointment I’m sure, not a motivational speaker, or a personal trainer, or anything involving talking too much. Despite my, ah… Dommly confidence I exude in the bedroom, I tend to be a more reserved and quiet person in real life.”

Perhaps that had been part of the reason Russell had attracted me as a submissive, beyond his very opposite mannerisms of my other submissives. He also had a fair amount of confidence and outgoing personality comparatively to the usual men I played with. It still seemed like he was quiet at times, he still exuded a confidence I sometimes felt I lacked outside of this dynamic, and it was alluring to say the least.

With other men, oftentimes I had to bring an extra layer of confidence to help them, too, but Russell… Russell seemed to hold his own, more often than not, which only further encouraged me. It was kind of a refreshing change of pace.

“Anyway, I’m actually a physical therapist for a living,” I replied simply. “I originally worked as a masseuse for many years and then finally went back to college and graduate school for it, just wanting to be able to help people more.” Suddenly I found myself lying more down on the bed next to him, nestling in the crook of his arm and letting my fingers stroke down his naked arm. He sighed softly, holding me gently against him, but appeared to be listening intently.

“I work with adults at the hospital in the city,” I continued, glancing over and admiring the serene look on Russell’s face. “And then, I volunteer every other weekend at the non-profit medical center for kids downtown, too. I mean, I know I may appear to be this heathen who ties up men and women and makes them my merciless bitches at the BDSM club—”

Russell laughed again, unrestrained, and this time it came with a snort included. The sound was so unexpected and so adorable, that it caused me to start laughing too, unable to stop myself for a while. Tears had been coming down my cheeks. When I finally was able to catch my breath, he interjected a quick comment. “—You made a little bitch out of me tonight, that’s for sure.” We both laughed again, unable to help it.

When the room got quieter again, I glanced over at him again, still smiling. “I actually wanted to just tell you that, just for you to get to know me,” I admitted, my hand going from his arm, back over to his face, and when I touched him, he glanced over at me, and returned my smile.

“But I had a point in saying that. I thought maybe I’d offer to give you a little massage before I left you for the evening. If you want it, that is. There’s a thing with BDSM, when you do a scene—like what we just did with the edging, a dominant and submissive will do something called—”

“Aftercare,” Russell said softly, still watching me. “I might have done a little bit of reading. That was something I remember. It’s to make sure you’re both okay mentally after? Right? Hence the ‘after’ I guess. I actually kinda understand the importance of that more now. I can see where it might be a good thing for both people, really.”

His comments surprised me, not only that he’d done a little research, and specifically remembered aftercare of all things, but that he’d added the part that it was good for both people.

“Roll on your back,” I whispered softly to him, kissing him gently on his cheek. He immediately obliged me, and once he had, I straddled over him, mounting him at his waist, so I could lean down and give him the attention that I’d wanted. The man was beastly in stature, so I had to draw all the way down into him to reach his shoulders properly, and once I started rubbing, he let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, woman,” he sighed into his mattress, and then turned his head a little so I could hear him better. “I want to make some cheesy ass, you must have come from heaven kind of comment right now because of this treatment, but I’m gonna refrain. I’ll just be a good boy and lay here.”

Again, I couldn’t help but laugh. I planted my mouth on his shoulder bone and kissed it softly, then resumed rubbing him. “Good boy,” I said gently, then continued what I’d been saying.

“It’s funny you said aftercare is good for both people,” I admitted, hands working somewhat firmly into his shoulders and neck and he was nearly purring like a kitten with my touch, so I assumed he liked it. He felt very relaxed. “That’s not always the assumption, a lot of times it appears to be meant mostly for a submissive, just because scenes can be intense, there can be a lot going on for them—”

“It seems like a lot of mental work for a Domme too, though,” Russell had interrupted me then, but with good intentions and I had appreciated his words. “I mean, you just said you’re kind of a quieter gal in person. I imagine having to put all that thought and energy into what you’re going to do and how to take care of another person like that, it can be pretty intense for you too. Intense for everyone involved.”

Exactly. I let out a sigh then, unable to help myself from smiling, my hands working down underneath his shoulder blades then and into lower parts of his back. He grunted and moaned in response, but still laid calmly as I worked. I leaned down after a few seconds and planted a few more kisses into his skin, to which he sighed in response, and I almost wanted to retort to him the same comment he’d made earlier—how he must have been some strange gift from heaven, too. It nearly made me laugh at the thought.

“I don’t know if it’s like that for every domme,” I admitted, finally replying to his comment. “But it’s funny you say that, because I have been known to get some intense ‘drops’ as they’re called, too. Your body and mind kind of go into a new sort of ‘place’ for lack of a better way to describe it, when you’re doing a scene, engaging in those kinks with your partner… You get a little lost in it when you do.”

“Subspace, right? And Dommespace, I think?” Russell asked, and my smile widened more and I shook my head.

“Yeah, exactly. What a studious little student you are,” I replied, and he chuckled again, probably both from the student comment, and the fact that I’d said he was little in any sense of the word. “Anyway, it does happen. And it can happen to both people. It’s always good to talk about things after. Communication and trust are so important with D and s dynamics. They can’t really function as deeply and honestly as they should if you don’t have that.”

“I want this… I want us, to be honest,” Russell said abruptly. His face suddenly got a little red, realizing how abrupt and raw he’d been in saying it, and it made a giant prehistoric sized butterfly putter in my chest in response. “I want to talk to you, to be able to tell you what’s going on with me… You know, it’s strange, but I felt that very strongly when I was caged. I still feel that way, but—”

“You were vulnerable, Russell,” I replied gently, my hands going down low, right to the base of his spine, digging deep, letting him feel the relief from my touch, in more ways than one. “The cage made you more vulnerable and feeling more exposed than you’ve ever been in your life. The desire to talk to me, to want to be around me and have me involved makes complete sense. I understand.”

He sighed softly, and nodded, seeming to agree with me. “Well, I’ll tell you what… if being in that damn cock prison, if letting you edge the shit out of my—out of your toy, as you so aptly put it, until I was out of my fucking mind… If it leads to you doing this to me every time after, I will not complain. Not one iota.”

I smiled at his words, finishing my last bit of rubbing on him, before I leaned down into his body again, drawing my mouth up by his ear. He let out a low groaning moan, clearly aroused by my motions.

“Well,” I whispered, still smiling as I did. “I just told you I like my aftercare too. So, I suggest you get used to the idea of taking turns, sweet boy. Your entire existence now is to please me and be my obedient fuck toy now. Maybe I want some rubs tomorrow.”

And once again, since before we’d started the play this evening, Russell’s somewhat dominant air came back in full form, when he let out a very low, very sexy growl that rumbled through his entire body.

“I will love nothing more than to run my hands all over your gorgeous body, my Sun,” he replied, his voice husky and deep and, despite losing that submissive form he’d had for a while now, still had my panties melting. “Until you’re completely satisfied.” And as if I couldn’t get any hornier, he tacked on a final line. “I’m a good boy after all.”

I had to lay there on him for a few seconds, trying to maintain my composure, trying to fight the wild heat in my cheeks, racing through my body. I could tell Russell was smiling broadly, clearly satisfied he’d gotten to me. But, he knew it was short lived.

As evident by my next response. “You are a very good boy, Russell. Which is why you’re going to go back in your cage now, aren’t you?”

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