Matthew woke the morning after his collaring feeling both drained and refreshed. The long tease of the previous day was broken by the shuddering full body orgasm he had at Bethany's hands before bedtime. He remembered the way his first spurts of cum reached his nipples followed by the rest of his cum being milked onto his stomach. Bethany scooped up the fresh cum on her perfectly manicured fingertips and fed every drop to Matthew. When she was finished she softly kissed the head of his cock and then French kissed his mouth deeply.
"Good night Matthew, my slutty subbie boy," Bethany had whispered after breaking off the kiss.
"Good night, Miss Bethany," Matthew whispered in reply as she glided silently from the room.
Matthew slipped from bed ready to start his day, as usual, with a naked workout. He noticed that his chastity cage was not waiting for him on his desk. Neither was it on the bathroom vanity. What he did find was the black anal plug, larger than the two training plugs he had been practicing with since Bethany first introduced him to them.
The black plug was five inches long, its end was as large as a golf ball and it had a shaft below that an inch thick down to the wide flange that kept it from slipping fully inside. He had worn this plug before. He knew from the few times he had been given it to wear that it had a noticeable weight and that the thickness of the shaft kept him feeling opened and filled while it was inside.
Beside the plug on the vanity counter was a note in the girlish handwriting that Bethany used for such things.
"Good morning slut boy, wear this for your workout and for an hour later in the day. No cage today, and no playing with my cock. Mistress Bethany"
That morning message set the tone for their new routine. Most days there was a plug waiting for Matthew, with instructions on when to wear it. Sometimes it was the heavy black plug. Some days it was a heavy string of anal beads, five of them, each an inch thick and the whole string nine inches long. Matthew moaned, his cock dripping heavily, each time he slowly inserted the beads one by one and felt their deep penetration.
A Bethany also added a new plug to the available choices. Irregularly shaped, it was designed to rest against Matthew's prostate and stimulate it with every movement. The second time he wore that plug, Bethany demonstrated that it was also a remote-controlled vibrator.
That lesson was provided as Bethany watched Matthew focus on a yoga routine after his workout with the free weights. Waiting until Matthew was in a forward lunge position with arms raised in a warrior pose, Bethany started the vibrator and slowly turned up its intensity as Matthew struggled to maintain his composure and the pose. Matthew's unrestrained cock went from a mostly flaccid state as his mind, which had been distracted by yoga routine, to a solid throbbing pole by the time he lowered himself to the mat. Of the three plugs, it was the prostate massager that Matthew most looked forward to finding waiting for him in the morning. It meant that Bethany was already thinking about playing with him that day, even if it might only be remotely with her phone app.
The new routine with anal plugs was one evolving aspect of play between Bethany and Matthew. Bethany continued her busy schedule of online play with her select and generous clients. Occasionally, she brought Matthew into her bedroom to be her supporting cast playmate, and at other times she was visited by Rick or another stunt cock. Sometimes the visiting play partner was a woman.
Matthew took all of this in stride. He was familiar with the scope and variety of Bethany's work from the months prior to his collaring. The difference now was that Bethany often kept him busy in the apartment, even when her guests were coming through. Some, she paused to introduce Matthew or let them greet him if they had previously met. Others simply joined her in walking past Matthew working on a task he had been given or while he was working out.
Within the first few weeks following their collaring ceremony, Bethany continued to exercise her authority to administer maintenance spankings with the same regularity. She took care to ensure that there was no change in the range or intensity of her domination over Matthew. But her control of his schedule and his orgasms subtly changed.
The planned series of teasing videos with Matthew as her submissive needed to be worked into Bethany's schedule and her other appointments arranged to fit. Sometimes she planned a full day during which she would perform a video sequence with a horny, hard, and dripping Matthew as her principal prop. At other times, a video could be built up from a series of brief teases that she fit in over one or two days. The video footage from these sessions then had to be edited into the finished product, a task that kept Bethany busy in her room for many hours.
Matthew knew Bethany's schedule which she shared on their network. But it was the way his readiness for the taping sessions was managed that kept him fully informed. On a day before a teasing video session, Bethany would keep Matthew caged and horny, his cock fully under her control and caged overnight as well to prevent unauthorized actions. This way she ensured a ready and wanting slut at her hands for whatever scenario she had decided to play out. If she had decided on roles for them during a session, Matthew would have his instructions on what to wear and how to act in the scene opening.
On days with no video sessions planned, Matthew's cock was free. This made it available for Bethany to hold and stroke and tease whenever she took a break from her room and wanted a brief distraction.
Matthew wasn't certain which types of days, caged or uncaged, left him hornier and wanting more. In either case, his orgasms were at Bethany's command. Sometimes she milked him to completion during a video session, and other times she ruined his orgasm or relocked his cage without allowing him to cum. Other days, she was in the mood to take Matthew wherever she found him in the apartment, to ride his cock or tongue, and then decide if a milking was deserved. Occasionally when Bethany was playing with Rick or another stunt cock, she might send the video and audio feed to Matthew's room, having given him permission to stroke and play and cum as often as he wanted while he watched his Mistress ride a thick cock. And every time Matthew came, he consumed the product, whether it was from Bethany's hand or his own, or lapping it off whatever part of Bethany's body he had been permitted to cover with his cum.
After another long day of teasing without relief and another night listening to Bethany entertain Rick for one of her remote clients, Matthew woke slowly, aware of two sensations. The first was the feel of the narrow leather band of Bethany's collar around his neck. The other was the straining hardness of his morning erection, demanding attention he could not give it. Under instructions from Bethany not to masturbate before their next session for her teasing video series, Matthew knew it was going to be a hard day, and he fully intended that implied pun.
Reaching up to his neck, Matthew stroked the smooth leather of the collar with his fingertips. The feel of the collar and its symbolism of his submission to Bethany was a comforting reminder that his sexual frustration would be rewarded by an amazing orgasm when she decided the time was right.
Groaning softly as he rolled out of bed, Matthew's mind flashed back to the previous evening. After a day of on and off teasing by Bethany to keep him primed for her next video, he had spent the night laying in bed listening while Bethany entertained Rick in her bedroom. With his cock dripping steadily each time he heard Bethany moan in orgasm, Matthew wiped up the drippings to bring to his lips as he imagined Bethany feeding them to him.
Naked except for his collar and carrying the towels he would use during his workout, Matthew walked into the living room. He could smell the coffee that indicated Bethany was already awake and about. He noticed that some of the weights that Bethany normally used were subtly out of position and made a mental note to tidy those up when he was done his own exercises. Looking over to the stationary bicycle, he saw her towel hanging from one handlebar.
Matthew smiled as he imagined Bethany pumping away on the bike, her Lycra bodysuit wet with the exertions of her workout. That thought was enough to bring his cock to full hardness and he followed its bobbing head toward the low weight bench and pulled it into position for his dumbbell exercises. Matthew placed the weights he planned to use on either side of the bench, spread one towel on the leather surface, and sat on the end of the bench in readiness.
"Good morning, Matty," Bethany's sing-song greeting came as she walked into the living room.
"Good morning, Miss Bethany," Matthew replied.
Matthew was so used to being naked around the apartment that it was his normal condition around Bethany. He looked up as Bethany approached, his cock surging upright in its own salute to his Mistress. As much as Matthew loved the skill with which Bethany used her makeup and hairstyling to accentuate the roles she played, he was always mesmerized by the beauty of her untouched skin and facial features.
Bethany wore a short dressing gown of black silk with bold white flowers on the fabric panels. The cloth belt was loosely tight at her waist, but not tightly enough to prevent the sides of the gown from separating to display a three-inch wide strip of exposed skin from neck to crotch. Fresh from her shower, Bethany had a pink towel wrapped turban-style around her head to hold up and cover her hair.
