I woke up the next morning in a jolt and immediately sat up wide-awake. I felt well rested but very anxious. The room was bathed in morning light as I got my bearings. I was all alone.
I looked down and opened up my panties. I was shrunken and flaccid, no morning wood today.
It felt like I had had dreams, but I could not remember any of them. Yesterday had been quite a blur. I had met some new people, saw some more of the house, and been penetrated for the first time. Then of course I saw that sweetheart Brit get used like piece of fuck-meat by that Alpha while I had sat helpless with my little hardon. The bastard even made me come!
But then the terror hit me. Jake was coming home today. Surely it would come out that I had lied about the key. It had bought me a full day not being in the cage and several ejaculations, but at what price? I hated Jake, but he also scared me shitless. Everyone was telling me that I needed to submit to that guy, but that would mean fully giving up Jenna, not to mention my ability to get hard without his permission.
Maybe I could challenge him? Maybe all it would take is one good smack to that guy's jaw and I would be the hero. Ideas swirled in my head. On one hand I loved seeing him with Jenna as damn hard as it was to admit. There was no way that I could fool myself into thinking that I could do anything near like he could do to her. Also, and as equally hard as it was to admit, I did somehow feel safer locked in that cage. My little erections had gotten me into so much drama in the past that if I thought about it, it wasn't really worth the hassle. His guidance would save me from that.
What the hell was I saying? Was I actually happier being caged? My mind was all jumble about what I thought I wanted.
Suddenly I knew what I wanted, I needed to talk to Jenna. But there were no signs of her and I didn't hear her in bathroom. I walked through the doorway and there by the sink was a letter. -"Hi honey! We had a wonderful day today and I can't wait to see you later! Mother and I went shopping so we will be out until this evening. Have a great day! Your Jenna P.S. Keep yourself out of trouble:)"
I guessed that I was on my own for the day. I undressed from my boy-shorts and took a shower. I made sure to shave all that Jenna liked. It did make me feel 'better' smooth. It was something that was hard to explain.
When I got out of the shower my eyes fell onto that unused cabinet. I had to pause. That cabinet contained Miss Kat's penetration device. Did I really need it? Why was it inside me in the first place?
For some reason and without thinking I went over to the cabinet and pulled out the plug. I walked over to the sink and washed it as best I could with soap and water. This thing had been with me for several hours last night. Again, without thinking too much about it I checked Jenna's cabinets and found some K-Y. I gave my plug a decent slathering, bent over like a prom queen, and inserted it into my 'boy-pusssy'.
The sensation was familiar; at first it was a piercing pain, but once I relaxed it slid right in and fit into place. Once it was adjusted it felt almost awesome, awesome and right that it should be there. I was reminded of Miss Kat and her watch over me. It sent a beta shock to my shaven penis.
I looked a bit in the room for another pair of boy-shorts but didn't give to much effort before walking straight out the door shutting it behind me.
"Good morning sweetie," came a familiar voice.
I turned around to see the beautiful Brittney standing there. She had on the same outfit as yesterday, except today she was wearing these cute, white baby-doll socks. She looked a bit worn and seemed to have more makeup on compared with the previous day, but she had a big smile and her disposition was a warm as ever.
"I was waiting for you," she said with her cute smile.
"Brit!" I said beaming, "Are you ok?"
"What?" she asked seemingly shocked. "Why the 'ell wouldn't I be?"
I wrapped my arms around her neck. My penis began to get erect as we were close. She was so damn sexy.
She seemed more confused as anything. "Maybe I should ask if you are okay," she said patting my back.
I released the hug. "I'm just glad that everything is alright," I said trying to get my composure.
She looked down and saw my small stiffy forming. "Oh my," she said smiling, "The little stinker is out this time out I see?" We both looked down at it. "At it seems it likes me," she said giving a wry smile before flicking the tip and walking toward the supply closet, "Come'on we are running late."
This time she seemed to only want to supervise. I found a cart in the corner and decided to load it up with supplies. I found that I was able to get the vacuum on there as well, which was nice so that I wouldn't have to pull it behind me.
Britney seemed relaxed as she watched me get everything ready. She gave me some pointers as to what I might need and even kindly put a few items onto my cart. When it looked like we were fully loaded we left.
As she walked in front of me I couldn't help stare at the back of her milky-white thighs and the amazing ass that they were attached to. This time my erection was able to fully develop.
"So," she said breaking the silence, "What did you think of the show? Enjoy it?"
I hurriedly caught up with here so we were even as we walked. "Uh yea," I said trying to play it cool. "It was amazing, you were really good."
"What? Good at getting fucked?" she said playfully. "Why thank you!" she said smiling.
"Well I mean," I tried to correct myself, "You looked amazing and uh..."
She stopped and so I stopped. "Was good at getting fucked?" said again looking me straight in face.
I didn't know what to say so I just lowered my eyes. She again flicked the tip of my dicklet. "I'm only playing darling," she said walking again. "You might just say that it is one of my great talents." She looked back at me as I began to catch up with the cleaning supplies, "You might say that each of us has a talent..."
When we arrived at the first room I knew where to start vacuuming. Brittney simply leaned against the wall and was checking out her phone. It was clear that I would be the only one doing the cleaning today.
As I made my way around the room Brit would occasionally laugh at whatever she was looking at on her phone. After that rough time that guy had given her last night, I thought that she would be laid up in bed or something, but she seemed fine to me.
When I had finished the floor I began dusting and then cleaning the surfaces. There appeared to be some drink stains that really were difficult to remove, but eventually I got them.
Brit had moved over to the couches and when she saw that I was packing up the cart for the next room she called me over. She sat down on her knees on the extremely soft, designer rug. She patted the ground next to her and I sat on my knees as well. We sat with our legs against each other facing opposite directions. It was a little strange to be this close to another girl than Jenna, especially as I was completely naked and had a little hardon. But, Brit made me feel comfortable and safe, so I simply followed her lead.
As we sat, with our legs touching she reached down and put her hand around my little stiffy. For some reason it seemed perfectly natural and I wasn't a nearly shocked as I thought I might be. Because I was on my knees, it barely protruded from my body, but she did her best to keep a semi-tight grip.
It was strange, but it wasn't entirely sexual. She seemed to be holding my dicklet as almost friends might hold hands. She wasn't jerking it, she just held it.
"I knew you were there the whole time ya know?" she said looking down at her hand and it's contents.
"You did?" I asked.
She nodded in the affirmative. "I knew you were watching me," she again seemed to be talking to me but not at the same time. "I was worried that you would be worried for me. Was I right?"
I nodded that she was.
"I knew it," she said still admiring her control in her hand. "I bet you came though. Am I also right about that?"
This time I paused a bit before nodding again that she was.
"I knew that too," she said almost in a dreamy state. "That's good."
I couldn't exactly tell what Brit was thinking. But she began massaging my dick as she held it. She didn't seem to be wanting to cause me to ejaculate, she seemed almost curious to play with it as if it were a curiosity. For my part, I simply went with whatever she wanted.
