The next day Patty texted me to ask me if I was alright after the intense day we had. And I was.
I was a little worried though, but I decided to leave that be until we would see each other again, if I'd still be worried by then.
I was having fun, a lot of fun, and I never wanted it to end, but I was wondering if maybe I had bitten off a little more than I could chew. I have always had kinky fantasies and was really curious about bdsm, but this was my first time actually playing with someone and yesterday had been really intense for me. While, during our years of friendship, I did often think that Patty would make good Domme, it had always been a fantasy. And now she was taking her first steps into actually becoming a Domme and she was already pretty intense. And she was just getting started. I was curious to how she would develop, but also a little scared. Would I be able to keep up with her? Would she break me beyond repair?
I tried not to worry about it too much, but it took a while to shake the feeling I was getting dragged into something that I might not be able to handle. It was exhilarating and very scary to be playing with Patty.
A couple of days later Patty texted me to ask me if I wanted to hang out that evening. And of course I wanted to.
We did groceries right after she arrived at my place and we made dinner together. As usual a meal almost magically appeared as we chatted and laughed while we moved around the kitchen without ever getting in each other's way. It was great to be cooking with her again, both fully clothed, as if nothing had changed and as if she hadn't seen me naked or her pussy hadn't been on my face. We were just plain old Patty and Conrad. And that eased my mind.
"How are things with you and Ben?" I asked during dinner.
"Pretty good," she said. "Sex is improving actually and we get along mostly."
"That's great," I said.
"Yeah. You know, he still is a teenager, sometimes it's really tiring, but I try not to make a big deal about his immature ways."
I ate my food, wondering if he really was that immature or if it was just Patty having certain standards she thinks a boyfriend has to measure up to. But I didn't know him well enough yet to have a real opinion on the matter, so I let it rest.
"Does he really not mind you playing with me?" I asked.
She shrugged. "No, I guess not. He seems interested in a way. He does ask questions about what we do and how it makes me feel, but I truly feel he asks them out of interest and not out of jealousy, so I don't think he minds. He says he is totally fine with it, as long as you and I don't have sex and Ben and I do. And that's not an issue for me. I love playing with you and I love fucking with him. To me there is no competition between the two of you and I think he knows and feels that."
It fell silent for a minute as I took another bite of my food. The way she said that last sentence made it obviously clear that she would never have sex with me. At least not in a way you do when you are in a conventional relationship. And although it hurt my manly pride a little, I was fine with it too. You see, Patty could be really demanding in a relationship. I always thought we worked great as friends, but would make a horrible couple. We would hate each other within weeks probably if we would become a couple.
I thought back about what Maggie had said about how playing with her clients wasn't sexual for her, and I was curious about how that worked for Patty. I knew for me it was definitely sexual, most of the time at least. I was genuinely interested and I thought I could handle the answer, so I asked: "Is us playing in any way sexual for you?"
"No, not really," she said with her mouth full. She swallowed her food and then continued: "Not in like 'I need your cock' or like 'please make love to me' or something. For me, sex is something I have with Ben. To him I make love and with you I play. I really like it though and I do often get turned on by us playing, sometimes very much so. So yes, maybe it is sexual in a way, just a very different kind of sex than making love to my boyfriend."
I thought about that for a minute. I understood that last part very well. Maybe playing is a different kind of sex, I thought. I would love to fuck her of course, but she would never let me make love to her. But playing was definitely sexual for me. And there was no doubt there was some weird kind of love between her and me. Maybe us playing together was our way of having sex, a different kind of sex, outside of the context of a conventional relationship. And if it was, I might like that even better than making love to each other. And on top of that, with us playing I had a safe word if she had a Patty fit, as Ben had called it. Poor Ben didn't have a safe word at all.
"It's nice hanging out again," I said. "With clothes on I mean," I added as I chuckled.
"Yes, it is," she said as she paused eating her food for a second to look up and smile at me. It was a loving, appreciative smile.
"Aren't you scared that us playing together will ruin this?"
She shrugged again. "No, not really. It might get complicated, but I trust we can always talk about it or even stop playing and just be friends if necessary."
I wasn't sure I would be able to do that, at least not right now.
"I would hate that though," I said.
"Of course, I'm hot and you're a guy," she said, grinning.
As we finished cleaning up after dinner, Patty said: "Go strip Conrad. You need a shower to wash your thingy properly and I'm definitely not going to let you do that on your own."
"Yes, of course," I said and hurried towards the bedroom to take my clothes off. I would really like to take off the cage and wash myself properly, but I was most excited of Patty going to be there to watch me. Maybe she'll let me masturbate, like last time. I would really love to cum and I was hoping that after the intense day we had the last time we saw each other she would think I would deserve an orgasm.
I quickly took off my clothes and hurried towards the bathroom where I heard Patty run the shower already, my cock growing in anticipation in my cage.
I hoped Patty would take off my chastity cage for me. I'd love her to touch my cock, even if it was just for a second doing something trivial as removing my cage. But she just handed me the keys, stating: "Take it off."
I unlocked the lock and separated the cage from the ring, freeing my cock. As usual it stretched itself out by getting harder immediately. I wanted to hand the cage to Patty, but she wrinkled her nose and said: "I'm not touching that. Put it in the sink."
I let it drop in the sink and started to push my stubborn erection inwards so I could take off the ring. Once I wrestled my genitals out of it and put it in the sink, my cock stood straight up and I looked down on it for a second, enjoying the sight and feel of my hard cock being free and having room to move.
Patty chuckled at the sight of me being all happy with my erection. "What is it with boys and their penises? You see, that's why I have to supervise you when you shower. If I'd let you alone for just a minute you would be jerking off, wouldn't you, perv?"
I just grinned at her, still happy I was out of the cage.
"Don't just stand there, hop in," she said, gesturing with her head towards the shower. She tried to look serious but her eyes were twinkling.
As I stepped into the shower, Patty jumped on the washing machine and folded her legs. I was very aware she was watching me as I soaped up my body, focusing on my penis immediately. I washed my body daily, but this was the first chance I got in a while to wash my dick, so that's why I made it the center of attention for this shower.
I loved the feeling of my soapy hands gliding over my smooth skin. I washed my balls around the base, where the ring had been all the time. Next I thoroughly soaped in my penis, stroking it's shaft and head with my slippery hands.
"Stop jerking it you little pervert," Patty said. "Just wash it."
I thought she was just teasing me, but I did slow down a little while washing it.
"No Conrad," she said and sighed. "Stop what you're doing."
