This is part 3 of a story, that has a middle still being written and things took a dirty turn for our little sub. On a break from that soon to be shared drama, our Sub finds himself in a pickle with a relative:
After returning to my hometown for a few days from the consulting gig. It was time to get caught up on chores, recover from the craziness my body was subjected to, and the violence that had occurred. I was battered and bruised, internally and externally. I had a lot to to think about.
My partner was gone for a few days. So some quiet time was in order. All I had to do from my Domme was keep my cage on and not cum. After the last week. NO problem. In fact I had to really wonder where this was all going. Miss X and her outing and follow on and what I did the last night, was beyond the pale. Miss B and I needs to have a long chat.
I was working in the yard in shorts with my heavy metal cage on, and tight satin panties, a random ask by the Domme who always kept me on my toes. I was a tad sweaty, and the damn panties were not very breathable, and the g string was right up my crack. I was shirtless, and alone not worried about any one seeing the bruising, scratches and welts, I hoped the sun and fresh air would help my back, thighs and my black eye heal.
A car came racing up our drive way.
The driver honked horn and damn it was my sister in law. FUCK. I had no shirt, and short shorts on. She pulled up, pushed open the door, and ran up to me to give me a huge hug. She was as always full of happy energy. Wearing an incredibly tight pair of beige yoga pants, and a loose top, with her masses of blonde curls barely restrained by a baseball cap. Stunning. No make up. Just beautiful.
I said 'wow what a surprise' as I hugged her. She pressed in close. Too close and I saw the frown as her shapely leggings brushed against my cage, despite me angling back.
'Surprise, I spoke to my sister and she said I could stay a few days, I thought you were still in Toronto?' My Sister in Law said.
'I earned a break.' I said.
'Wow. What happened to you?'
'Oh..that an issue with a guy. You should see him! Ha! Lets go inside and get you a drink, I'm parched from working.' I spun around quickly, 'what happened to your back? Holy cow!.' She said.
'I'll explain inside Sis. chill, ' I said over my shoulder as I raced inside, in a panic. and walking inside, straight to the closet for a T shirt.
She followed after grabbing her bag.
'Hang on wait if you are here, where will I sleep? And seriously tell me what happened, to you and your body.' She asked.
I handed her a water, and suggested her favorite cocktail, which she agreed to.
'Look its just complicated, don't tell your sister, all this will be cleared up' I pointed to my face. ' By the time she gets home....'
She came around to my side of my bar. Pointed to my thighs and my crotch. 'Are you ok?'
Fuck..am I ok? I think. I'm lost down a rabbit hole of crazy sado-masachist, BDSM with two Dommes. Am I Ok? I just wanted to learn how to have a prostate orgasm. So I'd stop wanking as much, control myself, and yeah explore a bit. After two years. Am I ok?
'Look sis, as I said its complicated. This ( I tapped my cage), is something I wear to just enhance my intimate moments ok. The fight, bruises, well that's a longer story and I really don't think its any of your business. '
'So you wear a cock cage. Are you a sub? Who for, does your wife, my sis know. What to do you mean by 'enhance', WTF.???'
'Sis, Karen, listen, so you know what subs and Dommes are?
'Of course, you think guys are the only ones who watch porn? You know Mr Jetset Hubby is gone a LOT.' She laughed; Gosh I love her laugh. 'So tell me everything.' She smiled a dirty smile and looked down at my cage. 'Everything.'
'Ok. its not what you think I use forums and chats to get tasks, and I wanted to learn things...Lots of things. Remember when I started taking all those hormones. I got very frisky, and well it got out of hand. So I tried to find ways to play with myself and orgasm different ways, and not orgasm but still pleasure myself, so I could give the Mrs a break. She hit menopause as you know, has no interest and I'm like a 20 year college punk on a tear. Sadly I found all these hormones too late. So, I attempt self-control, I do tasks to get rewards, and I edge endlessly for hours and don't orgasm, or I do it many times a day. So that when the group allows me, I have an amazing orgasm. Kinda less is more.' I finished up my drink as I told her. This was more or less the truth. But it was really one person who I was lost to, who controlled even my breathe, who right now despite all the pain, and all the confusion in my head, I needed. BADLY. But that was something I could never share. Suffice its online 'stuff', I thought tomyself.
'Oh, My God. Wait, that is so you, Less is More, but what sort of orgasms. Like ass things for boys what else? And what do you mean edge for hours?' She finished her drink in a swallow and held it out for me to make another. The Caipirinha, a dangerous drink at best. Her cheeks were flushed.
She took a step closer.
My cock twitched in the cage, looking for room to grow. Shit. I need to change the topic.
'Ok, look enough. Yes I have p-spot orgasms, and even hands free, with guidance. I edge until I am told I am allowed to orgasm. Simple as that. Its usually a simple count down, and I am told to cum. Or worse...not ha! Anyway, lets get you unpacked, I'll hang on the couch, you got the bed and you can finally try out our monster walkin shower. ' I stepped back looked down, and saw a small dark stain on her crotch. Fuck is she wet?
Oops. She noticed me looking.
'Not so fast. My sister knows nothing? And you do this where and when and how?' Karen asked
'No, I'm done, talking Karen, I told you too much already. I find time. She does not know, I still seek her pleasures whenever I can, but under the rules I'm usually not allowed to cum with her, so she gets a bit annoyed, as I last so much longer now. Its not comfortable for her anymore. Let it go and let us go.' I said.
'These people, are you having sex with them?' She asked.
'NO! Never, I dont know who they are, they are faceless texts or sometimes voices on a web app.'
'Well the bruises? ' She asked.
'Look Karen, I went to a location and got tied up and beaten to a pulp and edged and other things. I lost my cool. Got in a fight with a dude who was 100% off base. Lots of crazies in the fetish lifestyle. Its one of the reasons I came home early was it was too much. Too real. Online when I'm alone its ok, to me its better than wanking over porn. Right?'
'Hmm. ' Now her nipples were hard. 'How do I learn about this? She said urgently.
I spat my drink. 'YOU! Sweet innocent Karen? No. No way. Karen, you cant, its one thing to have a few toys and sexy lingerie. Its another thing to be a sub.'
Her gaze hardened. 'First of all, what the fuck, do you know about my toys and lingerie? Secondly, I was not thinking of being a sub. I want to control a cock!'
Oops again, besides always thinking she was highly fuckable, I had rummaged in her draws on a very frustrating dirty night, when I stayed at their vacant house, when they were out of town. I found her toy bag, her silk thigh highs, smelt her panties, masturbated in her stockings and used her dildo. I have not been able look at her the same way since. Her lingerie is so sexy and elegant. Fuck. If she found out...man that would be bad.
'Karen, everyone has a dildo and lingerie, right?' I said quickly
'Ha, yes I guess so. I actually brought all my stuff as I thought I'd be alone, and since Pete hasn't touched me in weeks, I was planning to have some fun.
'You can, I'll go out so you can do your thing in private. Weeks, ha. That's nothing. Imagine a months.' I said.
I made us two more drinks.
She stood there mouth agape. 'Months, nothing? How did you do that?'