I woke up, still wrapped in Maurice's big, strong arms. He held my naked body close to his. I could feel his cock, warm and thick, against my leg. It was half-stiff already, morning wood, and I reached down to stroke it. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand. I fought the urge to crawl below the covers and wrap my lips around it. I was difficult, but I resisted, and instead slipped out of the bed. I could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen, and I knew that I had a big day ahead of me.
I walked to the kitchen still nude, and hopped up on the counter. Jason, my boyfriend-turned-cuckold was laboring over the stove. He was naked as well, save for his little pink apron. Maurice and I had picked the apron out for him earlier this week as an early anniversary present. Today made one month since Jason and I moved in with Maurice. Two months since the night we met Maurice, two months since our new life began.
As Jason turned to grab another egg, I saw he was already wearing his cock-cage. It made me happy to see him adapting so well to his new role. Things were a little difficult at first, but he's been happier since he learned his place. It helped that Maurice was able to find him some other Cucks to talk to. Once Maurice introduced him to Queen Shiloh and her Cuck, he really started understand. He grew into the role well, and it seemed to do him good. God knows it worked out for me.
"Are you excited for tonight?" I asked him.
"You know, I really am." He said, smiling.
"We're finally going to join the Court." I said, my excitement building.
"Yeah... I can't wait, Tonya. I never thought we'd go this far, but I'm really happy." He said with an easy smile.
He was playing with his cage beneath the apron with one hand, and turning the omelets with the other. I hopped off the counter and stepped up behind him, pressing my breasts against his back. I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend, my Cuck, and kissed him gently on the neck. Then I slid a hand under his apron and gave his cage a little shake.
"Damn, girl... Teasing him already?" Maurice's rumbling baritone carried across the room.
My Bull was standing naked in the living room. His well-muscled body catching the morning light streaming in through the windows. He was an ebony Atlas, like a Greek statue made of Obsidian. I caught myself biting my lip, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to do to him, and all the things I wanted him to do to me. Both lists were almost as long as he was. A familiar need rose up inside me, a need to serve and be dominated. A need to take, and be taken. To use and be used. A need to throw myself to the ground and worship at the altar of that beautiful black cock. That cock that had changed my life forever. That cock that put my boyfriend's to shame and locked it in a cage.
I fought the urge to run to him and tackle him onto the couch. I'd spent the last month jumping his bones every chance I got. For the first few days I was worried that it was just the newness of the situation. Eventually though, I learned that it was him. It was all him. His raw, animal magnetism. His ability to shift so quickly between calm confidence and insatiable hunger. It wasn't just his sheer size but also the way he used it. It was nature. It was how things were supposed to be. He was my Bull, and that's what mattered. I was happy, I was fulfilled, I was myself for the first time. I lived for him, lived for what we had.
I couldn't fight it any longer, I strode around the counter, and threw my arms around him. He locked me in a deep kiss, and I pressed my body against his. I felt safe, secure and so right. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Jason staring at us. A soft smile was spreading across his face. I took Maurice's thick cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. It swelled in my palm, and my need rose. My heart was racing. He chuckled softly and squeezed my ass hard, making my knees weak.
"Easy, girl. Wait for the party." Maurice said, sternly.
"Yes, Daddy..." I cooed, feeling disappointed.
I stepped away from him, despite how much I didn't want to, and started to walk back to the kitchen. I was addicted to him, all of him, there was no denying that now. Being denied that incredible cock was agony, even if it was with the promise of something greater later.
"So... When's the party again?" Jason asked, eagerly.
"We need to be at the hotel by seven, but we should probably get there a little early to get checked in and everything." Maurice said.
"I need you to take Tonya shopping today, get all the stuff she's going to need for tonight. It's going to be... Intense." Maurice continued, suddenly looking stern.
"Oooh, shopping..." I cooed, running my hand down Jason's back.
"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it." Jason replied, plating the breakfast and grinning ear-to-ear.
It was going to be an incredible day, I could feel it. Jason obviously felt the same, he'd been glowing all morning. After breakfast, which was delicious, Jason and I got dressed and headed out. I wore a white romper with pink flowers, and he wore jeans and a t-shirt. Before we got in the car, I made him show me that he was being a good boy and still wearing his cage. I knew he was, but playing with him was too fun to pass up. He dropped his pants at my command, and moaned gently as I inspected the cage and the lock.
"Give me the key, sweetie, and we'll go." I said, putting my hand out expectantly.
He pulled up his pants, and fished the key to his cage out of his pocket.
"Yes, ma'am." He said quietly, placing the key in my upturned palm.
I grinned and pocketed the key.
"If you're really good today, I'll let you cum after the party tonight." I said, breathing my words into his neck as I hugged him.
Then we got into the car, and he drove us into town. We hit the mall first, and Jason pulled a sealed envelope from his back pocket. He handed it to me, and I looked it over. There was a wax seal holding it closed, with an embossment of a Spade with a letter Q in the center.
"Maurice said that this came for you from Queen Shiloh. He said that its a list of things you'll need for your initiation, and that it's my job to make sure everything gets taken care of." Jason said, beaming.
I opened the letter and read it carefully. It covered all the bases, manicure, pedicure, red dress, high heels, lingerie, dog collar, the works. I showed Jason, and he looked positively giddy.
"A collar?" He asked, not bothering to hide his excitement.
"Yeah, and a leash... I can't wait!" I said, hopping out of the car and running around to take his hand.
"A leash?" He said, climbing out of the driver's seat looking awestruck.
"Filthy right?" I asked, flashing a mischievous grin.
"The filthiest, you're incredible." He replied, matching my smile.
We all-but skipped through the parking lot, talking about how much fun tonight was going to be. This was the culmination of the last two months. This was what everything had been building towards. We were joining the Court of Spades, officially. This was the next step into our future.
We spent hours in the mall, Jason helped me pick out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and the sexiest thong I'd ever seen. Then he took me to the spa, and paid for me to get a full work-up. Nails, massage, facial, everything. Jason took care of it. After that, we hit the pet supply store and picked up a black leather collar with a D-ring on the front. I tried it on right in the store, just to make sure it fit. Jason found a chain leash to go with it, and we tried it out too. I loved the weight of it hanging from my neck. Thinking about Maurice pulling on it made me squirm, and the looks from the rest of the customers made me wet. I made a mental note to talk to Maurice about doing stuff in public later.
The rest of the day flew by, Jason and I had a blast. Having him help me get ready for my big night was one of the best "dates" we'd ever been on, even before Maurice. I'd never felt closer to him. We held hands everywhere we went. I was more sure than ever that this thing, this new chapter of our relationship, was what was best for both of us. I was so happy, and so was he. This is what a real relationship is supposed to be. Relationships require work, and ours required something a little more than that. We needed a Bull to make us whole.
The sun was starting to set when we made it to the Ramada. The parking lot was full of interracial couples and there was a sign in the lobby announcing the "Court of Spades Social Club". Jason checked us in, and I hurried up to our room to get changed. I shared an elevator with an older black man who had two women my age hanging on his arms. They asked me if I wanted a taste, but I told them I had a Bull. They just giggled. The party was in just a few hours, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Maurice was waiting for me in the room. He was wearing a black fitted suit, tie and everything, and I could see the outline of his cock through the dress pants.
"Damn..." I whispered, he cleaned up nice.
"It's going to be one hell of a night." He said, patting the bed.
I sat down beside him, and rubbed his cock gently.
"I have to ask, you sure you're ready for this?" He asked, his face looking serious.
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a growing trepidation like butterflies in my stomach.
"The initiation can be... Rough for some women. Not everyone who tries out actually makes the team, you know?" He said, putting an arm around me.
"I can handle anything, if you are with me." I said, trying to force the confidence.
"I don't know exactly what Queen Shiloh has in store for you, each initiation is different." He continued.
"I can take it, I can take you right?" I replied, smiling and stroking his cock through his pants.
"Alright, get dressed. I'll take you to meet everyone." He said, standing suddenly and seeming worried.
Jason made it to the room in time to help me into my dress. Then he brushed my hair for me while I put on my make-up. I did it the way Queen Shiloh said to in her letter. Heavy mascara, bright red lipstick. Jason put the collar on me, attached the leash, and handed it to Maurice.
"Are you ready, Tonya?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, let's party." I said, the outfit made me feel more confident.
