Romance Author, Ann Jacobs

After dinner Jack lay face-down on their new bed while Tawny massaged the tightness out of his glutes and hamstrings. “You do that better than the trainer,” he said, enjoying her softer, teasing touch—especially the way she occasionally slid her hands between his legs to tickle his balls and twist the plug in his ass on the way back to the business of rubbing him down.

“I think I’ll remove this,” she said, stopping to pull out the plug and remove its leather harness. “It gets in the way when I’m rubbing you down.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” He didn’t know why, but tonight he was remembering that night nearly two years ago when she’d let him fuck her tight, wet cunt while a big, masked Dom fucked a male sub’s ass. He’d have been hard as stone if it weren’t for the chastity device that kept his libido under control. As it was, he felt a growing arousal deep in his belly, though his cock stayed soft and obedient in its cage.

She slapped his ass cheek and moved to his side. “Roll over onto the towel and I’ll unlock my play toy for a while. It’s been two weeks, and you need a shave.”

He rolled over on his back and held out his arms and legs so she could snap them into the metal handcuffs and shackles that hung from the posts at each corner of the new bed. “Still don’t trust me to stay still even after all this time, do you Mistress?”

“I’m afraid that if you wiggle, I’ll hurt you, and I wouldn’t want to do that.”

God but he loved the feeling when he heard the click of the hasp in the brass lock, felt his Mistress’ fingers loosening fasteners and then slipping the cage down and off his cock. He fought the erection that was already pressing his tightly contained flesh against the thick, wide ring that still surrounded it. “Are you gonna take the ring off?”

“Um-hmmm. You’re gettin’ as hairy down here as my head used to be once I quit shaving it for a week or so.” As a favor to him, she’d grown out her hair before they had moved down here, but she mentioned shaving her head every now and then, he supposed just to keep him in line. “My, but you get hard as rock after you spend a couple weeks locked up in this thing,” she told him as she loosened and removed the ring, setting him free.

“Yeah.” He met her gaze and grinned.” If you want me to, maybe I’ll shave your head in a scene at Rebels’ Roost some time, the way Jimmy did to Julie after the first regular season game.”

“Forget that. The scene wouldn’t be nearly as hot for us. With them, it’s obviously his fetish as much as hers. And he’s her Master, not a groveling slave like you.” She softened the harsh assessment by pausing in her grooming job and jacking his cock affectionately.

“You’re right. Besides, you show you’re the boss by parading me around on a leash, and you keep your cock out of commission except when you want it.”

Tawny laughed. “Same reason that Jimmy and Julie shave each other’s heads, I guess. I keep you on a tight leash and keep your mind off my cock because that’s what you want, no matter how much you sometimes complain. That’s why I don’t shave my head or yours—because I know it’s not something you want.”

He appreciated that. And he treasured her for understanding that he could live in chastity and be her 24/7 sex slave without flaunting everything about his very traditional upbringing. Just as they both had adapted to living a conventional lifestyle in public, a lot like the one they both had been raised to embrace. He appreciated that sometimes she chafed at the restrictions—wearing her hair long and smooth, eschewing tattoos and piercings and dressing like a typical young housewife and driving a Mercedes like her mom’s, only sportier.

Unlike some Mistresses, Tawny was good about leaving him with a lot of freedom, as long as that freedom didn’t involve his cock. She was also an angel to set up dungeon scenes where he could play not only with her but also with a playmate. Usually Brian but sometimes Donna or one of the other club subs.

Maybe that was why his sexual compulsions had diminished to the point where he thought he could control himself without the chastity device that now almost seemed a part of him. “As always, you’re right, Mistress mine. Have I told you lately how good it feels when you play with me this way?” The way she rubbed gel into his groin and the rasp of the razor as she carefully shaved off all his pubic hair turned him on—maybe because he never knew whether she’d wash off the lather, milk his prostate and put him back in The Curve, or take him in her mouth and give him the best and only head he’d ever had.

Maybe she’d even let him fuck her. He’d been caged for the last two weeks, and though she had him use his hands and tongue on her sweet cunt almost every day, she probably needed a good fucking. He fantasized that she’d let him put her in the brand-new fucking swing that hung above their heads and take her from behind, clutching her beautiful breasts as he slammed into the dark, sweet wetness of her cunt. Yeah, he was her sex slave and he knew she loved being his Mistress. But once in a while they both enjoyed pulling a temporary switch.

Would it happen tonight? Jack tried to stay calm while she gently, thoroughly washed off the lather and rubbed soothing lotion into his freshly shaved groin.

“Whatcha thinkin’ so hard about, my sweet slave? You want my pussy? I think I may let you have it tonight before I lock my toys back up, but you’ll have to use your tongue first. Like this.” When she bent and stabbed her tongue into his slit then took his cock head into her mouth with a noisy slurp, he damn near came on the spot.

“Oh, yeah, Mistress, whatever you want, just please don’t stop.” Jack’s balls drew up close to his body. “I’d love it if you’d shave me every day.” Not that he didn’t like the way she used liquid soap and the shower spray to clean and lubricate his penis through the cage and fondle his balls with her soapy fingers, but this was so much better. Being free.

Not that he belonged to her any less, but this way he could let his emotions fly , revel in the sense of power she ceded to him. Jack felt no less submissive, no less owned, yet his spirit soared whenever his Mistress granted him this small concession. It reminded him that he was safe here, that he could unleash his sexual hunger fully, letting that instinctive male drive for possession lead the way for once.

When she released his arms and legs, he got up and followed her to the shower, feeling like her willing slave, but also like the powerful football player he was.