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Reposted by request
We were relaxing. Just sitting around the living room watching the teevee and enjoying being together. Jenny and Sandy were on the couch, Jen with her head in my wife's lap. Sandy's fingers were running absently through Jens short red hair while we watched the show. The little redhead was curled up like a cat dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a snug t-shirt, smiling happily with her cheek and one hand laying against the warmth of Sandy's thigh.
I had my recliner leaned all the way back with a small pillow under my head. The teevee screen was framed in my sight by my slippered feet. Daniel was kneeling by my chair, his arm over the arm of my recliner and my hand on the nape of his neck just below his collar, massaging him gently as I was almost slipping into a light doze. He was kneeling on a soft pad covered with some sort of chenille like material that was remarkably soft and comfortable. It was actually a dog bed that we had bought expressly for that purpose.
At first Sandy had worried that it might be considered a bit insulting or degrading to buy them pet beds. Jen and Daniel had offered up no complaints but my wife was a worrier. I stood there in the store with the two beds in my hands (one pink and one blue, appropriately) in front of all three of them (on our first buying expedition after meeting them) and said "We bought them collars and leashes. We had their names engraved on the tags. They are not animals. They are our pets. And I think pet beds are entirely appropriate. They aren't for sleeping on. Not unless somebody really misbehaves, anyway." I frowned at our two subbies and they both gulped and looked at the floor. "They are just to keep their knees off of the hard cold floor when necessary. Besides," I added "You know how I am. They are both going to be on their knees quite a bit. I would rather that they were comfortable as possible while they are down there." I could see Jenny and Daniel both blush just a little.
And I was right. They both spent a lot of time on those little pet beds. But so far only Jenny had to ever spend a night on one. She had gotten distracted teasing Daniel while they were washing the dishes and knocked my favorite coffee cup off the counter, breaking it into pieces.
I wouldn't have minded it so much. Accidents do happen, after all. But when I confronted them, she tried to shift the blame onto Daniel. He was more than willing to take the heat, but I smelled a rat and grilled her until she confessed that it was, really, all her own fault.
We are tolerant of many things, but dishonesty isn't one of them. So Jen got to spend a night curled up her little pet bed on the floor, sniveling over her well-striped bottom while the rest of us were warm and comfy and snuggled together on the big bed.
And while I had taken my hand or a crop or paddle to their smooth pink bottoms several times in the month since they had become ours, that was the first and only time so far I had done it for punishment rather than foreplay.
Daniel had sighed several times during the show and I could tell he was a little restless. Nobody had played with him at all that day and he was feeling a bit neglected. Sandy and Jen had been in for a "nap" earlier in the day and, since I was busy on the internet, I had him kneel outside the bedroom door so hear could hear them and just let his imagination run wild.
That sort of thing always got him wound up and ready for some fun. And so very eager to please anybody to the best of his ability in hopes of getting some release of his own. Hearing his wife's cries and moans of ecstasy drove him right to the edge every time.
That had been several hours ago and Daniel was feeling very neglected indeed. He turned on his knees and laid his chin on the armrest of my chair, those big brown eyes of his looking up at me wistfully. His hand went to the inside of my thigh and started stroking slowly up and down, seemingly innocently. But I knew better. He was trying to get me horny, as he'd been trying to do all afternoon. And while I wasn't going to let on, I had been fighting it myself all afternoon, just to stokes his fires a little hotter.
I was a real bastard like that, sometimes. But, truth be told, I was getting a bit bored watching teevee anyway and ready for a little creative nap time myself.
His hand was slowly moving higher and higher up my thigh, getting closer to my crotch with each move. I could feel my prick starting to swell and knew that it wouldn't be long before I was obviously aroused and there wouldn't be any hiding it any longer. Especially since I had changed into loose fitting flannel pj's myself. Any second now the front of my pants were going to be tenting up over my hardon.
My little pet boy sighed again and moved his hand just a little bit higher, almost but not quite touching my cock. He knew better than to touch directly without asking. I reached down and grabbed his hand and held it firmly.
"Stop." Daniels eyes went wide and he looked forlorn. I lifted his hand from my lap and set it up on the arm of my recliner.
"Stand up and strip for me, Daniel. Let me see you."
"Yes, sir!" He jumped up and quickly stripped out of his clothing, taking time to fold each piece as he'd been taught and laying them down beside his feet. That tag on his collar jingled as he moved. I could see the ladies watching from the couch. Sandy smiled and Jen licked her lips as her husbands naked ass came into view.
Once he was naked he stood next to my chair feet slightly spread, eyes forward and his hands behind his head. We had taught them the display positions that we liked. This one brought Daniels crotch just below eye level as I leaned my chair forward. I leaned over and again admired the little gadget that Daniel wore most of the time.
One of the rules that we had all agreed on when Jenny and Daniel became ours was that when they weren't in active sexual use that they would be kept in chastity at all times. We kept very strict control over their pleasure. Not just to be mean, but to heighten the pleasure when it was allowed.
Even though they had been husband and wife for five years when they became ours, our pets had only been allowed to play with each other sexually twice since becoming part of our household. Being selfish allowing them pleasure made it all that more sweet when it was allowed. And both of them admitted that it had been the best sex they'd had since their honeymoon.
Daniels cock and balls were locked into an ingenious little plastic device we had bought off of the internet. It had a ring that encircled his shaft and went underneath his ball sack. A curved plastic tube encased his prick. It had holes in it to allow for air circulation and a good sized one in the tip to allow him to pee. The tube itself was just a hair longer than his cock was when it was soft. And it snapped to the ring and locked together on the top with a small brass padlock. Sandy and I held the only keys.
The thing was designed to make it difficult if not impossible for Daniel to engage in any sort of sexual activity without permission. Not only did it make it nearly impossible for him to touch himself or for anybody else to touch him, it made it almost completely impossible for him to get an erection, being encased in that little tube.
After the first time I locked him into it and had him kneel by the bed and watch while the rest of us played together, he described it as an "exquisite agony". But each and every morning before work Daniel came to either Sandy or I with the thing in place and requested to be locked in. And Jen wore a metal and plastic device that locked around her hips under her business attire every day as well.
