Lucy Rasmussen blinks in amazement down at her Mistress's cock hanging from her mistress's cute husband. The sleek black device registers a bright red '1' at the top. Now she's blushing quite pink at the inappropriate nature of their circumstance. Something about the device brings up an irrevocable fear in her. In this threshold moment she knows: this is going to be a big day for her. A pleasurable sense of nervousness begins to drip down her midriff.
David looks downward-dog at Mistress's cage on him. He's frozen- too embarrassed to make any sound let alone form words. He doesn't think this level of embarrassment is even possible! His hands wait by his sides like a gun fighter. He's praying that she will say that's enough- and he'll just pull his panties back on- zip up his jeans and then go enjoy some time alone. Sure- then Mistress will zap Lucy with her memory eraser and they'll all carry on like nothing happened. But please?! Will no one break this silence?
The only one truly enjoying the moment is Peg. She's smiling her wisest, full-lipped smile. The longer this lasts, the more embarrassing it is- for them.
"Inspect him, slave girl!"
A bright idea finally breaks David's trance: "This is how creative kids always play. We declare ourselves to be Queens and Kings and all our friends- our subjects." He dares not share his thought with the room. He looks up now at Lucy- fresh- innocent- Lucy who will presently be handling his testicles.
"Yesssss, Mistress." A little theatrical for her taste, Lucy closes the gap between them. Surprising them both with the jolt of her touch- she tickles her fingertips over his exposed scrotum- drums her fingernails over his cage- all while looking into his charmingly nervous face. There is more love in those eyes than makes Mistress altogether like the scene. But for her- Jealousy is the sweetest Aphrodite.
"What do you notice about it, slave girl?"
So it is going to be up to Mistress to break the silence- otherwise these two love birds might as well get a room. Mistress hopes her question will stop Lucy from looking at him in that hungry way and make her look down at him instead.
Yes- In this reality- there is one authority and one beauty and they both belong to Mistress.
A little startled out of her daze Lucy says. "I notice there's a 'one' on the display."
David's stomach flips not knowing how much she knows- how much he himself doesn't know. He looks over at his Mistress inquisitively as if to ask 'are we done here? Or what?' Her beautiful smile still gives nothing away. Seeing her enjoy their suspense sets him more on the path of 'this could actually be fun and change things for-the-better'. He is just about to go to dark places.
"That's the special feature he already knows all about. There's a counter inside that counts up every attempt David makes to escape from the... from MY little prison- present I mean."
Suddenly interested in something other than David's pleasant scent, Lucy asks, "I'm sorry, Mistress, but- what do you mean by escape? I mean it looks... pretty... uh-tough!" Is she talking about the cock cage or David? But her confusion is an honest one- we all know- Lucy can be a little ditsy- not to mention- (horny).
Mistress tilts her head a little pensively and begins, "When... a man's little guy is all limp and squishy- turns out it's pretty tempting for him to pull the cage forward and pick his little weener right out of the can.... And then- especially if he's left alone for too long- he can actually get an erection and even Jack off... all without me knowing."
She actually winks at Lucy.
She's looking at David obviously throughout this lesson. It's sounds just like the accusation that it is. David would love to make a rebuttal but he doesn't dare. He's already looking guilty even to himself.
"Well that would defeat the whole purpose!" Lucy sees the light. It's her turn to look at David accusingly, "Did you used to masturbate a whole lot and this is your punishment?"
Mistress gestures as if to say 'by all means- answer her'.
Lucy looks suddenly over to Mistress to make sure she is alright in asking him questions like this. She nods affectionately.
"Oh Lucy- this is... pretty awkward for me... so... all I can say is: yes and no. I used to masturbate- like twice a day maybe? I didn't see how it was doing anyone any harm -no victim- no crime. Right?! Well awhile back I didn't know Peggy here- well sh-she's almost telepathic- or something! Either that or some kind of Sherlock Holmes of sexuality. She can read minds- I truly believe it."
"And what does that have to do with you jacking off too much- probably to porn?. Oh! It was the porn!.... am I right? Was it the porn, Mistress?" Lucy turns toward her friend with a new boldness that David likes a little too much.
Mistress intercedes, "David... just underestimated me- that's all- And I could no longer pretend that there was nothing I could do to help him with his miserable addiction. So rather than pout, or act hurt, or any of the other weak behaviors of typical women- I vowed to do a serious research until I found the right plan ahead for us. There have been just a few hurdles along the way. For instance, I never liked- even the idea of David being able to have even the slightest access to his penis. He probably doesn't have any idea how much I hated having only partial control- because I rarely tell him about... things I think need improvement until I've already made up my mind how to fix them. If you take away anything from today, Luce, I hope it's this: with a good man, there's nothing a better woman can't fix."
"Are you saying you think I could be a better woman?" She asks this only to seek her approval not to be argumentative.
Mistress approaches to embrace her Lucy in a way the friends never embraced- for as long and as hot as Mistress wants- but Lucy hopes she never does.
She whispers in the other woman's ear so David can't hear. But he thinks he can still make out, "I've always thought of you as the better woman."
Chapter 5: adult sleep overs
"The rest of our day depends on this question I have for you, Lucy, is Bruce really the jealous type and how much trouble can I get you into?"
Her mind suddenly brought to her naive husband does little to dampen her spirit, "Bruce..." Is all she says. It's dawning on her that she's not even a very good... Protestant.
"What if I could arrange things in a manner so that when you do go home... you will be able to look Bruce in the eye and tell him you love him without any shame or guilt... about whatever happens here?"
"I believe you." Says the loyal friend. And here's a very damp, entranced, enraptured Lucy. She wants so badly to believe her Mistress/friend- but she doubts her self. If she's already this horny- wet- feeling longing heat emanating in waves throughout her nervous system (but especially her maidenhead)... she already knows that she'll do anything to stay right where she is. How exciting- and scary!
"David..." so it's 'David' now?. David is highly aware that his Mistress still has yet to call him her usual: "pet" in Lucy's presence.
"Yes, Peg?" It's the closest thing to a tease he dares muster. And she flashes at him in response. Did he just earn....?
"Pull up your pants and get some rice started in the kitchen, please. Lucy and I have some plans to make." She takes Lucy's hand in hers- inviting her to dance.
David- still very embarrassed- wastes no time covering his nakedness. He is actually happy to see his wife openly hitting on her sexy, long-time friend right in front of him. He can still fantasize that she's only acting to impress him. He still doesn't know his wife as well as he thinks he does- Her frequent fantasies that involve only women.
He bends down to get the insta pot out of the cupboard. Mistress's pet wonders- he wonders what they're up to right about now.
