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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 19 (Lily)

What I had expected, and what usually happened, when I’d first given a command, or even in some instances just sat on the face of a submissive and forced them to, was some sort intense, overwhelming sound of arousal, a full-body shiver, bucking and involuntary jerks of the body. Anything at all that indicated how desperately he wanted to do exactly as I’d asked. I had yet to meet a man who I’d Dommed whose sole existence could have been just to lick my pussy, if that had been what I’d asked.

Well, I hadn’t until Russell, apparently.

“Lick you—” he started, and I could tell by the look on his face that what I’d said had been the furthest thing on his mind. It hadn’t even been remotely on his radar, in fact. “Lick…like eat you out?” I nodded and he blinked at me, a strange expression on his face, like he couldn’t even fathom the idea of doing such a thing.

“Have you never given oral sex to a woman before?” I stared at him incredulously, sitting up then, and crossing my legs. He followed suit, looking more alert than he had been but still mildly in a haze. Despite being a bit in shock from this new information, I couldn’t help but still take pride in how swollen and uncomfortable his cock looked when he repositioned.

“I—well…no, actually,” he admitted, sounding a little sheepish. I watched him reach to rub the back of his head again, a habit I’d started to notice was common when he was feeling awkward about something. He tried to situate himself, looking uncomfortable from the state of his cock and the fact that I was likely staring at him a bit in disbelief. “My dick usually got the job done in the past. It’s not that I actively avoided it or anything. None of the girls I was with ever asked for it either—”

“Oh I find that hard to believe,” I rebutted immediately, and then leaned my body forward, crawling a couple of paces until I’d gotten in front of him, where he’d sat up on the bed. I sat back on my legs, spreading them apart a bit, and then dipped my fingers under the hem of my dress, straight between my folds. I was like a fucking fire hydrant, probably making a mess of Russell’s blanket, and even my brief touches caused me to moan softly.

The entire time I touched myself, Russell watched me wide-eyed, and then I moved my fingers that had been stroking my wet clit from underneath my dress, quickly up to his mouth. I didn’t even give him a warning, shoving two straight between his lips.

Russell’s eyes rolled back into his head the second I did, and without even an ounce of prompting, his tongue went straight to work, lapping at my fingers like he had previously. But this time, in addition to my soft little gasps of arousal at the way in which he did it, he too, was making sounds. The most amazing, soft, greedy sounds I’d ever heard, like he was lapping at the rarest, sweetest honey he’d ever tasted, and he hadn’t realized he was missing it until that moment.

I let him clean them for a while, moving until I was almost in his lap I’d drawn so close. “Good fucking boy,” I said gently, watching him the entire time he worked. He moaned at my praise, and after, I pulled away from his mouth, giving him an opportunity to breathe again. “I can’t believe you’ve gone your entire life never tasting the sweet nectar of a beautiful woman before…and with a mouth like yours…” my voice dropped lower then, lips drawing right up to his ear to whisper the last words. “...that’s almost a crime, Russell…”

“Please,” Russell gasped in response, writhing against where we were touching. My hands were resting on his shoulders. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something so wonderful in my entire life…” It was funny, when he said the words. Had they come from someone else who looked like him, I might have thought them insincere, almost ridiculous the way they sounded. But every single word that he’d spoken had been the truth. I could tell by his voice, by the way he looked at me when I focused on him again. There was nothing in the entire world he wanted more than to please me, and that little act I’d just done was consuming his entire being in those moments.

“I want to put your cage on first…” I said softly, running my fingers against his cheek.

He let out the most adorable whine I’d ever heard, and it nearly killed me. “Can I—can you…can you please just leave me out of it for now? Please? I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to, I just… I don’t want to go back inside it yet…”

I paused for a second, studying him, considering his ask of me. He’d been very sincere, nearly pleading, and I’d just tormented the shit out of him for over an hour. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing if I gave in now and let him stay out for a little longer…

“I’ll make a new rule,” I decided, after a little bit of time to think about it, still stroking the side of his face. Russell hadn’t torn his eyes from mine, watching intently, waiting on my every word. “Whenever we’re together like this, just the two of us, I’d like you to be completely naked. Including without the cage. I’ll only require it if we’re out in public like today, or if we're apart from each other. I want you to think of it as a symbol of my dominance, more than anything. A reminder, like my hand holding onto my cock. Otherwise, I think it would be better if I had access to my property when I want…don’t you think?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Russell agreed, nodding enthusiastically. I laughed, shaking my head at him, and then I put my arms above my head abruptly and he blinked.

“You want me to take it off?” He looked at my dress, and I nodded. There were a few seconds where he paused, like he’d almost been bracing himself. And then he let out a little nervous chuckle as he reached down, gathering the hem of my dress with his hands. Before he started to pull at the fabric, he spoke one more time. “Fuck, I’m feeling like my nervous-ass teenage version of myself right now with how desperate I’ve been to get to do this since I met you. Since you sent me that picture—”

As he tugged at the dress, pulling it over my body, I replied, unable to help from laughing a little myself. “I never send people pictures like that. Ever. I don’t know what the hell I was fucking thinking.”

The dress was tossed to Russell’s floor. I’d opted out of wearing a bra for the day, because the style of dress gave me enough support, and while my breasts weren’t small, they weren’t big enough that it had mattered. They were the perfect size to be palmed in this sexy man’s perfect hands…

A growl ripped from Russell again, upon seeing me naked in front of him. I didn’t think I’d ever seen a man rake his eyes down the length of my body as murderously as he had. I’d always been a big fan of CFNM—where the woman remained clothed while the male was naked…but fuck… if those gorgeous blue eyes looked at me like he was doing now every time he saw my body… I’d probably stay naked indefinitely, just to watch him do it.

There had been a short bit of time, just after he’d removed my dress, that I thought there wouldn’t be a chance in hell the man wouldn’t pound the shit out of me, and I was starting to lose my mind so much in horniness that I was convinced I might let him. He’d surprised me however, just sitting like he had been in the bed, staring at me like I was some exquisite piece of artwork he was trying to take in, with all its nuance.

“Would you like to touch me, Russell?”

He looked straight at me with those beautiful, amazing, soulful eyes, and I knew the second he did, I was lost. Knew whatever words that were about to come out of his mouth were the truest, most sincere words he’d ever spoken to anyone in his life.

“More than anything.”

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Chapter 19 (Russell)

Several different expressions must have passed over my face. No woman had ever…“Lick you—” I repeated in confusion and then had to make sure I understood. “Lick…like eat you out?” She nodded in confirmation and I could hardly believe it.

“Have you never given oral sex to a woman before?” she asked, correctly reading the expression on my face. She looked at me incredulously, sitting up and crossing her legs. I followed, sitting up as well, my cock still throbbing and leaking.

“I—well…no, actually,” I admitted and the look on her face made me feel like it was something that I should have been doing a long time ago. I rubbed the back of my head in thought for a moment, trying to recenter myself between my hard cock and the look of disbelief that she was giving me. “My dick usually got the job done in the past. It’s not that I actively avoided it or anything. None of the girls I was with ever asked for it either—” When they said they were horny, they wanted me to pound them. It was as simple as that and I had never failed to oblige them and make them scream in ecstasy.

“Oh I find that hard to believe,” Lily said immediately, leaning forward and crawling over the bed until she was in front of me. My eyes widened as she spread her legs in front of me and leaned back on them. Her fingers went under the hem of her dress then and I couldn’t look away as she let out a few soft moans as she touched herself.

I watched wide eyed, highly aroused by it, even though I couldn’t directly see what she was doing. The expression on her face told the story. Suddenly, she removed her fingers and I could just make out how wet they were before she shoved them between my lips without warning.

Between my state of arousal, how off balance I was, the expression of pleasure on her face, the complete act of dominance she was displaying, and then… the taste of her, my eyes fluttered closed and I immediately started to suck on her fingers. I was overwhelmed with the desire to please her and my own arousal. I started to make little moans of unabashed desire as I got more greedy in sucking on her fingers, and she matched me with soft moans of pleasure. She tasted so good, and I had no idea that a woman could taste like this. The underwear gag from the diner had not prepared me for how it tasted directly.

Why had I never tasted it before? How many times could I have done this and tasted this pleasure and caused that look on a woman’s face?

She moved even closer until she was almost on my lap, not pulling her fingers away, and I got a little lost in sucking on them. “Good fucking boy,” she said gently and I let out a new moan at the praise from her, feeling such satisfaction at it. She then gently withdrew her fingers from my mouth and I was panting a little, my mouth hanging open. “I can’t believe you’ve gone your entire life never tasting the sweet nectar of a beautiful woman before…and with a mouth like yours…” her voice dropped lower then, lips drawing right up to my ear to whisper the last words. “...that’s almost a crime, Russell…”

“Please,” I gasped in response, feeling her body against mine and unable to stop writhing against it. Her hands rested on my shoulders as I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something so wonderful in my entire life…” I said in worship, meaning every single word and now more fully understood why she had been so incredulous that I had never done it before. I wanted more and I desperately just wanted to please her and I knew it was evident in my eyes.

“I want to put your cage on first…” she said softly, running my fingers against my cheek again. It wasn’t cruel, but I felt so desperate that I didn’t think I could take the cage right now. I just wanted to be allowed to please her.

I whined with fear of the cage and begged, “Can I—can you…can you please just leave me out of it for now? Please? I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to, I just… I don’t want to go back inside it yet…”

I knew the chastity cage was a part of my life now, but with how much my cock was straining, I was hoping she would have a little mercy on me at this moment. I would do anything. I didn’t think my cock was going to go flaccid enough any time soon to be able to get back into the cage. Not after all of that torment. It must have been two hours of edging.

She considered my words for a few moments and then her expression changed as she arrived at a decision.

“I’ll make a new rule,” she said, still stroking my face. My eyes were locked on her, eagerly awaiting every word. “Whenever we’re together like this, just the two of us, I’d like you to be completely naked. Including without the cage. I’ll only require it if we’re out in public like today, or if we're apart from each other. I want you to think of it as a symbol of my dominance, more than anything. A reminder, like my hand holding onto my cock. Otherwise, I think it would be better if I had access to my property when I want…don’t you think?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I agreed, nodding right away. She owned my cock, my pleasure, and my orgasms, and it wasn’t the cage that gave her that ownership. I had willingly given that power to her and I was a man of my word. It might even be more torturous to be uncaged around her all the time, giving her free access to it at any time, but it was well worth it. As she said, the cage was more of a symbol and a reminder of her dominance over me. Whenever we were apart, I would feel her grip around her cock and I was happy with that.

She laughed at my enthusiastic agreement, shaking her head at me, and then put her arms over her head. I looked at her in confusion.

“You want me to take it off?” My eyes widened a little and I realized that she must be talking about her dress. I looked down at it and she nodded in confirmation.

Finally.

I was going to see her incredible body exposed to me in the flesh. I had been dreaming of this moment since she had sent that picture. I let out a little nervous chuckle as I reached down to gather the hem of her dress.

Before I pulled it up I said, “Fuck, I’m feeling like my nervous-ass teenage version of myself right now with how deseperate I’ve been to get to do this since I met you. Since you sent me that picture—”

I started to pull the dress over her body, revealing it inch by inch and she laughed, “I never send people pictures like that. Ever. I don’t know what the hell I was fucking thinking.”

The dress came over her head and I immediately dropped it to the floor. She was completely nude just like that, having not worn a bra and with her underwear having been removed at the diner. Her breasts were fucking perfect and just the right size, not that I had ever not enjoyed looking at any size. They were plump and full, without being overly large, and they hung over her perfectly toned abs. Her pussy was bare and her wetness quite evident.

A sound came from deep in my throat looking at her and how incredibly sexy and beautiful she was. I took in every inch of her body like I was looking at the finest sculpture I had ever seen. I couldn’t get enough of just looking at her and appreciating her, and I hoped to god that she wouldn’t withhold her nudity from me ever again. There had been a certain power imbalance conveyed with her being clothed while I wasn’t but… even without her touching my cock, just seeing her would keep me in a constant state of arousal.

There was a part of me, the old part of me that I had come to think of it as, that was quite ready to grab her roughly, force her legs wide, and pound her into the fucking mattress, and it was getting more desperate to do so the longer I waited.

But the new part of me, this new submissive man that was emerging more strongly every day, held it back, and it didn’t take a lot of effort. She was a work of art and she was my Domme, and I could only stare in appreciation, despite the look of hunger I must have also been giving her.

“Would you like to touch me, Russell?”

Her soft question didn’t break the spell. The new submissive part of me almost felt unworthy to touch a creature such as her, but I knew that was born from feeling so incredibly fortunate to have the perfect dominant attention of a woman that acted and looked like she did. My eyes roamed over her perfect body before coming up to meet her. I’d never meant anything more in my life.

“More than anything.”

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