by Cara Adams
“I thought the scene between you and Jubilee went well.”
“Yes. You did a great job of understanding and fulfilling my needs. You’re a good Dom, Carey. You’re one of the very few men I trust with my secrets.”
“So, we’ll do it again?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Good.”
“It has to be something new. Not something I’ve done with Jubilee before. Something that is for them both, equally,” he muttered. A Dom was what he was. Carey hated not being in control and enjoyed planning scenes for Jubilee. Every moment of their time in the dungeon was carefully organized to bring her to the highest of orgasms. But with two subs, it was different. He had to add in the effect of one on the other.
He’d deliberately blindfolded Jubilee last time to preserve Larry’s privacy. But also, in not letting her know that Larry was there as a sub, he’d heightened both their emotions. Larry, in watching what was done to Jubilee, and Jubilee, by wondering what Larry may do to her.
This time that advantage wouldn’t exist. He had to think of some other way to intensify their actions. A new toy, perhaps. Something he’d never used before.
Ten minutes on his favorite BDSM store’s website and he was smiling. The perfect toy would be shipped to him in time for their next session in the dungeon.
* * * *
Carey had unwrapped the new toys and tested them both thoroughly then washed them carefully. He liked his scenes to proceed smoothly and without anything unforeseen occurring. He also believed in keeping everything very clean and always had disinfectant hand wipes beside him so he could touch his sub anywhere he wanted to, at any time, without risking cross contamination between body parts.
He hated porn movies where a man had his fingers up a woman’s ass then immediately touched her lips or her eyelids. That was so unnecessary. A genuine Dom always cared for his subs in every way. How else could they truly trust him?
Now they were all in the dungeon, and it was time to begin.
“Undress and kneel, subs,” he ordered.
He assumed they’d kneel side by side, but he was interested to see how they developed their own dynamics inside the scene.
Once again, Jubilee wasn’t wearing underwear. He loved that about her. She was always so ready for whatever he had planned.
Larry was quite different. He methodically took off his garments, folded them, and placed them on a chair.
Jubilee was already kneeling in front of him, her eyes down, her hands clasped behind her back, her shoulder-length, dark-blonde hair falling forward to cover her face. Her body was quivering slightly with anticipation, her golden-brown skin slightly flushed, the tattoo of the dagger on her thigh making her look mischievous and enticing.
Larry was light brown all over. Light-brown hair, brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin. Carey had only once seen him in wolf form and his fur was surprisingly a darker brown than his hair, which had made Carey wonder at the time if it really was Larry. Larry chose to kneel a couple feet to Jubilee’s right, lowering his eyes and clasping his hands behind his back as she had done.
Excellent.
Carey had purposely chosen to wear steel-capped boots tonight, which made a loud noise as he paced around the stone floor. He wanted them both to hear him. To wonder if, when he stopped, he would touch them or the other one. He intended his footsteps to raise their anticipation to the boiling point. Consequently, he paced loudly this way and that, stopping and turning when he was behind them, knowing neither of them would dare to turn their head and look at him.
Then he stomped over to where he’d left the bag containing his toys for this session. Deliberately, he blocked their line of sight with his body until he’d taken a whip from the bag. Then he cracked it loudly before they could see it, wishing he could have watched their reactions.
He smiled. Larry’s cock was enormous, and the insides of Jubilee’s thighs glistened with her honey. Oh yes, they were aroused.
He cracked the whip again before walking around the room, ensuring the metal in his boots rang on the stone floor, turning often in unexpected directions but not coming within arm’s reach of his subs.
Then he changed up the action, standing right in front of them, his boots mere inches from their faces, only to turn away and walk behind them, cracking his whip in the air.
“You may not come until I say so,” he ordered, laying a stinging stripe hard across Larry’s shoulders and an only marginally lighter one on Jubilee. He knew how much she liked being whipped, how she loved being sent to subspace, although he was too cautious to send her there often.
Again he marched around the room, this time striking their asses several times as he passed them. He repeated his actions, whipping their shoulders then their asses. Larry’s cock was a deep red, and Jubilee was shaking. He knew it was with the effort of not coming. He’d been successful, then. They were highly aroused. It was time to move on to the main part of the program.
“Stand.”
Jubilee rose gracefully to her feet. She was lithe and beautiful, all her movements a pleasure to watch. Larry wasn’t clumsy—he was a wolf after all—but he was still a man and less graceful than Jubilee.
“Jubilee, stand in front of Larry, face the side wall, not him, legs shoulder-width apart.”
Watching her would make the man even more desperate to climax.
Carey took his new toy out of the bag, carefully holding it behind his body so neither of the subs could see what it was.
He moved behind Jubilee and smoothed his hand over the silky skin of her ass. There was a row of red lines where he’d whipped her, and her butt was pink, but the skin wasn’t broken. His strokes had been perfect.
He moved to stand in front of her and unwrapped the toy. He cinched the metal band around her waist and unfolded the flap. It covered her mound completely. He pushed the vaginal plug into her then snapped the lock. The chastity belt was in place. There was no way she, or anyone else, could give her an orgasm until he decided to unlock it.
Carey wondered whether Larry would figure out what he’d do next. Carey collected the other toy from his bag. Once again he kept it hidden, although most of the secrecy was likely wasted.
“Jubilee, you may watch.”
Carefully, he locked the metal belt around Larry’s waist after feeding the sub’s cock into the metal tube. While both subs were watching him, he threaded the two keys onto a chain and hung it around his own neck.
“Tomorrow night, we’ll meet here again and I’ll unlock your chastity belts. I’m sure you’ll both have interesting days tomorrow. You may dress and leave.” Carey stood and watched them obey him in silence. They wouldn’t realize it just yet, but tomorrow would be as stressful for himself as for them as he wondered how they were coping with their new undergarments.
At least half the power of BDSM was in the sub’s thoughts and emotions. Wearing a chastity belt for twenty-four hours should be an intense experience, and he’d very deliberately chosen solid-metal ones so they’d never be able to forget what they were wearing, what was restricting them.
* * * *
“Holy fucking hell.” Larry pulled off a third pair of jeans and reluctantly took a baggy pair of cargo pants from his closet. Even his largest jeans pulled tight across the fucking metal encasing his cock, and the last thing he needed was for someone to see the outline of it under his clothes. He was already wearing his thickest pair of underpants, the pair he only ever usually wore in the middle of winter when he had to be out in the snow.
His dick was as hard as a rock, and every time he moved the metal swung against his legs or his body. He’d even woken up about every hour last night his dick was so hard. He desperately needed to jack off, but that just wasn’t possible. The damn chastity belt was torture.
Then he smiled. “Damn, you’re a genius, Carey. I’d never have thought of such a thing, but it’ll be something special and secret just for me to know all day.”
Larry mentally ran throu
gh his to-do list as he hurried down the stairs from his room on the second floor of the main building and into his office on the first floor.
“Hey, Lucy. What’s new?”
“Frank’s waiting to see you now, and Tor wants you to phone him on his break, between ten and ten fifteen.”
“Can do.” Larry gave Lucy a wave, turning his body slowly so his cock didn’t move too obviously in its metal wrapping, and walked into his office.
“Hey, Frank. What’s new?”
“You’re starting to sound like an echo there,” joked Frank.
“Haven’t had any coffee yet.”
“It’ll be here in five,” called Lucy, having overheard him.
“Thanks.” He raised an eyebrow at Frank.
“Bill and I’ll be going out to that north ridge today, taking a two-man tent, sleeping bags, and supplies for a week. We reckon we should be able to get the guard post set up pretty well in the next couple days. Likely move the tent a fraction up or down, left or right, until we’re totally happy with it before we unpack our gear.”
“That’s great,” said Larry, glad Frank had taken on the establishment of their little outpost.
Lucy entered then with the coffeepot, and he inhaled his first cup, breathing deeply and loving the taste and smell until he realized it made the chastity belt pull on his cock. Fuck! I can’t even breathe without noticing it!
“What I was thinking though…”
Frank hesitated, so Larry nodded encouragingly. Frank was a good man. About fifty and very sensible. Larry trusted him to have a good idea, or at least nothing crazy.
“Now that we’ve got that inner electric fence, I wondered if we might be able to use some of the power from it to run a few surveillance cameras from high trees that overlook the fence line. I mean, we wouldn’t be able to cover the entire boundary by any means, but a tall tree should give us quite a wide view, which would really help.”
“That’s a great idea. I wonder if there’s enough electricity for that though.”
“I talked to JB and he thought it was possible. He said there might need to be some fiddling with the system, but he reckoned it should work.”
“Excellent. That’s great, Frank. I know those panthers will be back, and our security really bothers me. Every extra safeguard we can have in place makes me happier,” said Larry, jumping up to clap Frank on the shoulder. Only after he’d moved did he remember the damn chastity belt as it pulled and tugged on his equipment. Goddamn it. This was going to be a hell of a long day.
By the time Frank left and Larry had made a few notes about things he needed to check, it was time to call Tor.
“Hey, Tor. What’s new?” Only after he’d said that did he realize he was repeating himself. I need to think of a new greeting, he told himself as he tried to make his cock sit more inconspicuously in the front of his pants. Touching the metal holder did nothing. It hung from the belt and that was that. His damn dick was harder than a spike and it looked like it’d be staying that way all day.
“Hi, Larry. I chatted to the counselor who’s been assigned to Sam. He works out of the hospital and knows I’ve been helping nurse Leticia. Sam’s refusing to talk. Says the court ordered him to attend the counseling session but didn’t order him to speak to the counselor or answer any questions. The counselor said Sam sat there in silence and ignored him the entire half hour. Didn’t even drink his coffee.”
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.”
“Do you think it would help if Omar talked to the counselor? Or if Omar went with Sam?” asked Larry.
“I don’t know. It could go either way, I reckon. Sam’s a pretty determined kind of guy. But yeah, I’ll give you the counselor’s cell number and you could ask Omar to ring him, ask his advice.”
“Thanks.” Larry scribbled the number down, thanked Tor again, and wiggled his ass on the chair, trying to get his dick in a comfortable position. There wasn’t a comfortable position. Not for his dick, and not with this mess with Sam.
“Fuck!” he said again to the empty room.
* * * *
Jubilee reveled in the chastity belt, loved the harsh grip of it around her waist and the fullness in her cunt. It felt so different from a cock. Of course the metal wasn’t cold after the first few minutes, but it was a unique kind of hard. Not unpleasant, but not as welcoming as a real cock. Still, it filled her up and teased her walls, making her think of Carey and his care of her. All day, every time she moved, she had a permanent reminder of how he’d planned for her to focus on him today.
She thought of him every day, but not all day long. Today, every step she took brought him to the forefront of her mind.
“What can I do that will please him?” Now that was a problem. She genuinely didn’t know. He never commented on whether or not she’d painted her toenails or had her hair colored or trimmed. She was sure he noticed because he observed everything, but he didn’t say anything, so she didn’t even know if he preferred her nails unpolished or not. “I should ask him.”
Yes, she supposed she should. All right, she would do that. That was a reasonable suggestion. But it didn’t solve the immediate problem of what she could do to please him today.
But there was also the question of Larry. Not only had he been part of her first-ever ménage, but now he was joining her as Carey’s sub. When she thought hard she could vaguely remember hearing he was a switch, not a Dom, but that was a very long time ago. Certainly she’d always pictured him as a Dom. Last night he’d most definitely been a sub. And today, too, as he was wearing a chastity belt just as she was.
She respected Larry. He was wise and fair in his dealings with all the people at Carnal Connections. He’d even allowed Sam to return, albeit with conditions, when many people would have left him in jail. Larry genuinely cared about everyone, and the panthers, even Leticia, wanted Sam back with them.
Larry was a caring sexual partner, too. He’d endeavored to please her and not asked for anything himself until she was fulfilled. So, while Carey wanted Larry to join them in the dungeon, she was happy to participate. Because she loved Carey, and he understood her and always knew what was best for her.
Carey. What could she do for him today to bring him the kind of joy he’d gifted to her?
Jubilee sat very still and focused her mind on Carey’s tiny house. It was one of the smallest ones on the property, just two rooms really. The living room, which he also used as his office, contained a long workbench down one wall covered in the equipment he used for translations, with a tiny kitchen nook at the other end. The other room was his bedroom, with a miniscule bathroom off it to the side.
He didn’t even have a deck or a stoop, just two big planter pots, one on each side of his front—well, only—door. They were both empty. They’d never had plants in them as far as she could recall.
“That’s what I’ll do. I’ll plant something nice in his planter pots. Some pretty flowers, or would he rather have sweet-smelling herbs? Flowers? Or herbs? I know, there’s two pots. I’ll do one of each.”
Happy with her decision, Jubilee changed into a long, flowing skirt to go to the garden store. There was no way she could wear jeans with the bulky metal chastity belt around her waist and between her legs.
She spent a very happy hour wandering through the garden store. Every step she took reminded her of Carey, arousing her body as the metal plug deep inside her teased along her sensitive tissues. But her mind was focused on him, too, as she chose a range of brightly colored flowers and some tiny tubs of fragrant herbs. She added a giant-sized bag of potting mix to her shopping cart then hurried back to Carnal Connections, ready to work magic on Carey’s empty planter pots.
* * * *
Time seemed to slow right down the closer it came to the hour when Larry needed to go to the dungeon. He’d deliberately stayed later than usual at his desk—and he was never an eight-to-five type of man anyway. But instead of his work consuming him as it so o
ften did, he found himself checking the clock on his computer every ten minutes waiting for it to say 7:00 p.m. Finally, he gave up at six fifty, knowing he’d done nothing but stare vacantly at his spreadsheet for the past half hour. Then he found himself staring blindly at his closet door unable to decide what to wear or even whether or not to take a shower before he headed downstairs.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just do something,” he told himself, carelessly stripping out of his shirt and kicking off his shoes.
Larry headed down to the dungeon half an hour later, wearing his jeans and an oversized T-shirt he hoped hid the outline of his chastity belt. “And who the fuck even knew there were chastity belts for men anyway?” he muttered.
Larry found it hard to believe sensible, grounded, ordinary him was so excited about returning to the dungeon to complete the scene begun last night. His life for so long had been centered on his work here at Carnal Connections, with only a very occasional trip to the city to a BDSM club to get some sexual relief away from the people here, who he considered to be almost family.
The more he thought about it, the more he reasoned that asking Carey to be his Dom for a few scenes now and then was a flash of sheer brilliance. Surely he’d get his fill of being Dominated quite soon and settle back into his daily role of running Carnal Connections, browbeating Doms, an Alpha, wolves, panthers, and determined humans into doing what was best for the community as a whole.
Meanwhile, he could hardly wait for Carey to unlock his chastity belt and finally get his rocks off. He’d really like to fuck Jubilee again, but he’d be content if she sucked him off. Hell, he wouldn’t even care if he had to jack himself off, as long as he fucking came!
He paced the room for endless minutes until Jubilee arrived and then Carey entered and locked the door.
“How did the chastity belt make you feel, Larry?” asked Carey.
Larry thought carefully before answering. “I was completely aware of it all day, every time I moved. I kept noticing how hard my dick was and how much I wished I could come.”
