The ride home was awkward. We both thought about the same thing, we knew that's what the other was thinking about, but neither of us wanted to say it out loud.
I broke the silence
"Thank you, Michael."
I can tell he's dragging himself out of deep thought to answer.
"Thanks? For what?"
"For everything. For accepting me and my... troubles. And, I guess, committing to me. To us."
His smile was strange, his eyes friendly but far away.
"I thought you'd be mad," he said, chuckling.
"Well, you did make me decide rather suddenly, about something very important, but I think... no, I know you made the right decision."
"Kids. I never... well, I didn't know I wanted them either."
I laughed.
"You want them badly enough to get in my pussy."
He laughs too.
"I guess that's one way to look at it... but I want them, I want you, I want a family bad enough to go without cumming for six months."
"Oh. Right. I'm sorry. I never wanted you to suffer because of me."
"Ha, why shouldn't I find out what you've been going through?"
"It's not the same."
"Why?"
"I... I don't know."
That night, we cuddled a lot, kissed a lot, and said a lot of 'I love yous.' Michael played with my nipples, and I was on fire, but neither of us could do anything about it. I kept touching the ribbon-like lock, thinking about how close freedom was... and what it would mean for Michael.
A week later we're back at Tyler and Vanessa's.
"Strip. Both of you."
There was no trace of the fake sweetness in Vanessa's voice. We did.
We were each tied, our hands behind our backs, me by Tyler, Michael by Vanessa.
Then Michael was hooded and next was my turn. Finally, they cut off the serialized lock and freed my pussy.
"The members have gifted us with some toys. They come with requests, of course."
Vanessa guided me to their king size bed; I could have found it on my own, even blinded, since I'd been in it so often. She sat and turned me around so that I nestled backwards into her prominent chest. She reached around to my nipples.
"Isn't this nice?" she whispered while nibbling on my ear. It was.
Suddenly, something firm but soft surrounded my clit, some kind of rubber ring, and I felt a strong suction. I squeaked, and tried to close my legs, but they were slapped apart again. I could feel my delicate button pulling into a tube of some kind.
"Wha-?
"It's a clit pump. We've shared the good news with the members, and they suggested we should be working on sensitizing your clit to make sure you don't miss your opportunity to cum when Michael fucks you. Isn't that nice of them? Some of them seem almost as excited as you about the breeding!"
I could feel my cheeks burning as my clit filled with blood. I could imagine it bulging obscenely in the plastic tube, and though it hurt, that and the humiliation turned me on more than I'd thought possible.
"Let's read some comments from the site."
The pump pulsed. I squeaked and jerked.
"'Congratulations on starting your family.' Aww, that's sweet."
Pump. I jerked again and began to leak.
"'Letting her cum only when she gets bred will create a good association. Bravo!'"
Pump.
"Ooh, here's a reply: 'I agree in spirit, but if you really want to reinforce her status as a breeding slave, wouldn't it be better to let her cum only once she's pregnant?' What do you think, Chastity? Should we put it off until then?"
I groaned, shaking my head.
Vanessa cooed in my ear.
"Don't worry, Chastity, we know what you need. Trust us. We'll take care of you and your pussy."
Tyler chuckled, and read another one. "'One orgasm per baby sounds like a good round number.' Wow, I don't even know if I'm quite THAT cruel!"
Vanessa whispered, sweetly, intimately. "He's not cruel. He's giving you what you need. Control. Training. Not orgasms."