Page 82 of There's a Way

Davy had been in his cock cage four days, so he had another six days to go. He’d be in it ten days and then out of it ten days, and then we’d move to two weeks in and two weeks out.

Will wanted to work him up until our boy was in it a month, then out of it a month. I hadn’t thought I’d like the plan, at first, but it was working. I made use of his cock every chance I had when it was free, and I worked things so Will fucked me a whole lot when it was locked up. Sometimes, I made Davy wear a strap-on to fuck me, when it was just the two of us and he was all locked up.

“Oh, I want to see him hurting while we pleasure each other,” I told Will. “Maybe the cinnamon lube on a plug in his ass, and a weighted parachute on his balls? The pillory will work if we use a wide enough spreader bar between his ankles.”

“Excellent idea,” Will said. “Weighted nipple clamps, too.”

Will had experimented around with a variety of chemical-play options to find several that our boy isn’t allergic to. Only one of the pepper varieties was okay, but all the mints we’d tried were fine. Mostly, we use a cinnamon and olive oil mixture — it burns plenty, but all the redness is gone within a few hours.

Personally, I’d learned from experience to either use gloves to lube the plug, or to be sure I washed my hands with soap and water afterwards. Cinnamon burns like fuck in your eyes.

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Davy

I love that my two Masters work hard to make sure I remember I’m the slave. Being naked all the time, having to clean up after sex, having to ask before I’m allowed on furniture, these seem like small things, but they’re important.

I’m not such a fan of the chastity device, however. Master went through four before we found the perfect device. It’s an open one, kind of like the jailbird, but different. It needed to be comfortable and safe for long-term wear, engineered so I can keep my dick clean without having to unlock it, and it had to be secure, so there’s no way I can get it off. Also, it has to be impossible to have an orgasm in. This one is all of those things. It has a piece that goes into my PA, which makes it impossible to get off. It’s completely customizable, Master took a dozen measurements of my cock, and they made it specific to my measurements down to the hundredth of an inch.

Master wanted a device that made it so I can’t touch my dick at all, and we have a few of those that work fine for short-term wear, but you can’t keep your dick clean in those, so he had to be okay with one that allows me to touch it through bars. I’m only allowed to touch it as much as necessary to pee and clean it, though. As always.

After he ordered the first, he made some slight adjustments to the measurements, and then had them make it with bars even closer together, so I can’t touch anywhere near as much of it now. This one is made from titanium, so it’s a whole lot lighter, even with more metal in it. And I have to admit, the tiny little changes in a few dimensions made it even more comfortable for long-term wear.

So, I can’t complain that it isn’t comfortable, and I’m not allowed to complain about the fact I’m being denied pleasureand orgasms. And I guess that’s my own fault, for complaining until Master was tired of hearing about it. So now, every time I complain I get a day added onto my time, and that means one less day I’m out of it.

I cried this time, when he locked it on. Not complaining, just distraught that I’d be locked up for ten whole days. Master hadn’t punished me for crying, though. I’m not supposed to hide how I feel, and expressing emotions is always okay. Just not constant complaining. Master knows I don’t like being in the cage, I don’t have to keep telling him.

Master held me while I cried. He didn’t fuss, or ask stupid questions. He kissed me on top of the head, told me he knew it was hard, and then held me until I finished crying.

When I was breathing normally and over my crying jag, he put me on a wedge on the bed, fucked my ass, came inside me, crammed a huge plug in my ass to make sure I didn’t leak, and then took me downstairs and made me chicken and dumplings. One of my comfort foods.

Master loves me, but the wordfairhas nothing to do with the life of a slave. It just doesn’t. I chose this life, and that means accepting the whole package. Honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing. He wanted to fuck his slave, so he did. I mean, it’s nice that he held me while I cried, but it didn’t change anything. I’d have felt bad if he’d changed his plans because of my tears, though. I exist for Master’s pleasure.

Tonight, in the pillory with my asshole on fire, my balls aching and throbbing with the weights dragging them down, and my nipples in the programmable clamps, so they went from just tight enough to stay on all the way to crushing pain, and then slowly went back down so they didn’t hurt so bad — the night was hell. I gasped and yelped when the nipple clamps reached a certain tightness, and I’m pretty sure Micca orgasmed more frequently during the times I was in the most pain.

And the thing about being a shapeshifter is that Sir can’t get infections, so Master can go back and forth from her ass to her pussy, and he frequently does with her. He can also go from my ass to her pussy, and he says this simplifies our scenes a great deal.

After Master gave Sir at least a dozen orgasms, he finally came in her ass, andfinallyreleased the pillory so I could stand.

“Remove all your hardware and clean your ass enough to get all the cinnamon out. Use soap in a bulb and then rinse with plain water a couple of times. Or more, if needed. Before you come to bed, lube the big purple glass plug and put it in. I’m sleeping in the middle tonight.”

It took a while to give myself small little enemas to clean inside my asshole, but Master was still awake when I came to bed, and he held the sheet and blanket up so I could crawl in beside him. It was a silent permission, so he didn’t wake Sir.

Sir is always on the left side of the bed since she doesn’t like to be in the middle. Something about her bear not being comfortable with it. So, sometimes I’m in the middle, and sometimes Master is.

He held me a few minutes when I crawled into bed, and then ordered me to sleep.

Chapter 37

Will

When Matty found out we were coming to Micca’s, he decided we should cook out at their place and all eat together. I know how close Micca and Matty are, so it was fine with me so long as it didn’t interfere with us getting to spend time with Micca’s bear.

Matty had put several racks of ribs into their smoker that morning, and they were beyond good. He’d also made some fancy potatoes in a casserole I hoped Davy could get the recipe for, a surprisingly good broccoli and bacon salad, a wonderful pate on crisp-cooked cheese I decided needed to be one of my new snacks when I wasn’t eating carbs, and a charcuterie board with tons of meats, cheeses, and veggies.

We all ate our fill, which took more for Micca and Razor than the rest of us, and then sat and talked about a little of everything. My security team had the night off, since we were in the RTMC’s neighborhood, and it was nice, just being with friends without extra people hanging around the perimeter. Especially now that I knew they could likely hear us even from pretty far away.

Micca says she prefers to give her food an hour to settle before shechanges, otherwise it’s just gone, and she doesn’t get the calories from it. When it was finally time for her tochange, we all went to her apartment, where she stripped down to nothing, folded her clothes on her kitchen island, and then turned to us and just kind of morphed into a bear.

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