(Contains depictions of male chastity, male masturbation, cock and balls torture, prostate milking, crossdressing, tightlacing, role reversal, and affectionate femdom. This story takes place in a universe where reverse-traditional gender roles are the norm, so be aware that it will not show feminization as a process. For the reading pleasure of interested adults only.)
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"Will you be accompanying me tomorrow morning, my lady?" Gabriel asked, busying himself with the oil lamp beside Sir Elizabeth's bed, preparing to douse it for the night.
"Leave it," Elizabeth stopped him. "I want to look at you while I decide."
Gabriel stepped back from the flame and looked down at the toes of his high-heeled slippers instead, a warm glow starting in his cheeks. As usual, he was still fully dressed.
It had been nearly two weeks since Elizabeth had claimed him as her trial consort and brought him to share her bed, and though she had seen him with his skirts pulled up for the claiming ceremony itself, and for some mild discipline where necessary, he had never fully undressed in front of her. Somehow, he always managed to remove his many layers of linen, silk, and whalebone after the light was out, before sliding under the covers beside her, and have them all perfectly back in place the next morning before she woke.
Most of their relationship had been rigorously civilized, in fact. They had read to each other, played chess and cards, walked the grounds in conversation, and attended performances and banquets together as if he were an honored guest at Heartgarden Castle, just as she was.
Rarely had they touched more than hands.
"Do you
want
me to accompany you?" asked Elizabeth.
Tomorrow was Gabriel's first scheduled seed extraction since their time together had begun. The procedure was usually performed weekly, but his had been deferred for an extra week after the claiming, a standard practice intended to intensify his desire and accelerate the bonding process.
He had not spoken a word of complaint, though all the study Elizabeth had read on masculine humors indicated that he should be in noticeable discomfort by now. She wondered what it felt like. Not having equivalent parts, she couldn't quite formulate a guess.
Gabriel traced a line on the floor with the toe of his slipper, and Elizabeth couldn't help imagining his thighs squeezing together around his unyielding chastity belt.
"Yes," he answered, clasping his hands behind his back and looking resolutely up at her. "I'd like it to be you, performing the extraction."
"I see." Elizabeth wrapped her hand around the key on her necklace. "You know, I could still use this. If we both agreed to keep it a secret, I could let you
enjoy
your draining."
"Not exactly," said Gabriel. He was getting more comfortable with politely contradicting her in private. "You could let me enjoy
a
draining. I would still have to undergo the usual procedure, to show that I'm maintaining my health for my true lady. I suspect it would be harder on me, with less pressure to release. But I thank you for the offer."
"It wasn't an offer, yet," said Elizabeth. "It was an observation. You make an interesting point, though, which in turn presents an interesting opportunity."
"My lady?"
Elizabeth swept one of Gabriel's long, brown locks of hair behind his ear, lingering on the soft skin of his neck as she lowered her hand.
"Why have I never unlocked your belt?" she asked.
Gabriel thought for a moment. "You are tasked with safeguarding my purity for my true lady, whether or not you are she."
"Oh, yes, and we're both such devotees of the rules, you and I," said Elizabeth with lighthearted sarcasm. "You who cheated at the very first game we played together, I'm sure you just couldn't live with yourself, knowing you'd accepted pleasure from your
trial
lady, without waiting for an everlasting commitment. And me, a knight treading in the domain of the highest nobles, how could I ever justify taking one more privilege usually reserved for ladies far above me?"
"If you're caught spoiling me, we could both be thrown out," said Gabriel, though the light purr in his voice, and the way he leaned into Elizabeth's touch, didn't make it sound like much of an argument.
"So, it's not respect for the rules that holds us back, but fear of consequences?" Elizabeth followed his thinking with a nod. "Yes, it would be a challenge to get away with. It's not as if we're all alone, in a room that locks from the inside, with the key to your belt right here."
Gabriel giggled nervously.
"All right, why would
you
say you haven't released me?" he asked, breath warm near her ear. "You could have had me any night you chose, knowing that I'd never dare admit it to anyone."
"Do you remember what you told me the first night?" Elizabeth asked.
"Which part?" asked Gabriel.
"The part about what a disappointment your cock is to you, when you have free access to it," said Elizabeth, taking the liberty of trailing her hand down his bodice to touch the hard chain at his hip. "How that magical glow inside it only exists when it's owned by someone else."
Gabriel blushed and buried his face in her shoulder.
"I've kept your belt locked, because we both know that if I indulged your desires too easily, they would lose their power. But then again, what good is that power if I never use it at all? I've been searching for the right moment to tap that tempest inside you, without quieting it. I think this might be that moment."
Gabriel's body vibrated against hers with tense anticipation. "Why is that, my lady?"
"Because it would come with a cost," said Elizabeth. "As you've just pointed out, an orgasm now means a more difficult extraction later. Think about that. Think about the natural punishment you'll incur for letting me tempt you, even though no one will know. Think about how you would never pick this moment for release if it were up to you, but it isn't. Chances like this don't take your convenience into account, if they come up at all."
She pushed him gently to arm's length, to examine his face.
"How do you feel?" she asked. "Sufficiently owned and unspoiled? Is the feeling strong enough to stand up to being touched?"
Gabriel bit his lip, holding back a nervous smile.
"Is that an offer yet, my lady?"
Elizabeth observed him a moment longer, savoring the way his excitement threatened to overwhelm his shame.
"It is," she said.
"Then I accept," said Gabriel. "I accept whatever treatment you deem appropriate, and the consequences that come with it."
Elizabeth grinned, quite pleased with how well this was going.
"Turn around and lift your skirt."
Gabriel obeyed, gathering up his many layers of petticoats to reveal the heavy padlock that held the four chains of his chastity belt together.
Removing the much finer chain that hung around her neck, Elizabeth placed her key in the lock, and turned.
The lock clicked open, allowing her to slide the links of chain off of it. Kissing the back of Gabriel's neck, she eased the contoured metal plate off of his pelvis, freeing his penis from its inflexible, faucet-shaped casing.
