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“When asked a direct question, you are to answer honestly. If the cock cage keeps you awake for multiple nights in a row, we’ll need to rethink a few things. Maybe bind you at night so you can’t touch it? Will and I can come up with a solution if it’s keeping you awake at night.”

He shook his head. “It’s the frustration, Sir. Not just the cage. It was this way last time, too, okay the first couple of nights, then really bad for a couple of nights, and then it was better again.”

I nodded and considered Will’s rules versus my rules before telling him, “If it isn’t okay and we don’t ask you a question about it, I expect you to write me a note or a letter telling me the problem, and then hand it to me — don’t wait for me to check your book.”

“I understand, Sir. Thank you for making sure your slave is okay. Everyone knows I hate being denied like this, but it’s my job to figure out how to live with it. If something happens so I realize I need help, I promise to let you know, Sir.”

I made a motion for him to continue drying me, and I went into the bedroom when he finished.

“Your mouth belongs on my pussy, and the goal is as many orgasms as you can manage until I’m ready to be fucked. Whether that’s you with a strap-on, or Will fucking me, is entirely up to Will.” Will had packed a little sex bag, and I’d seen him put the strap-on setup Davy wears into it.

“Oh, I think I’ll take his ass while he goes down on you, and then fuck your pussy when you decide you’re ready,” Will said, still lounging under the covers.

Chapter 38

Will

I’d been waiting for Micca to share her bear with us on her own terms before I took us another step forward. I knew if I asked her, she’d have let us spend time with her bear, but I wanted her to make the offer. It took months longer than I’d hoped, but she finally did.

Why was it so important to me? I can’t explain it, other than I needed to be close to her in both of her forms. One time wasn’t enough to be close to her bear, but it was a start.

Also, she’d talked to me about ways she could be the bear inside our house, so she didn’t have to go home as often, and someone was due to come out soon to replace three of our toilets with special toilets that could easily handle her bear’s weight. I figured our toilets should be able to handle her, but if the special ones would make her feel better about it, then so be it.

We were switching out the one in our bedroom suite, one just off the downstairs mancave, and another on the kitchen level. I’d also bought some huge custom floor cushions to go in our bedroom, in the mancave, and one in the top of the turret, where the best views in the house can be found — three hundred and sixty degrees, all around.

She’d been clear she wanted a proper proposal, and this made me consider how I could ask her to make it special.

Ghost had asked Hailey on stage during a concert, but this was going to be a private thing. Will was going to ask her. Not Lord Byron.

The deal where she’s only dressed up and super-hot when she’s with LB is a pain in the ass, because I wanted her dressed up and gorgeous when I asked her. So, how to make that happen while keeping her in the dark about it being a special occasion where I might pop the question?

I had an idea. I’d need help to pull it off, but I called Razor instead of Matty.

And Razor readily agreed to my plan. Not only that, but he said he could get away the following weekend.

So I called Kyleigh, my travel specialist, and told her what we needed.

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Micca

I don’t know how Matty managed to convince Razor to come along on this crazy trip, but he had, and Razor looked damned fine in a tux. I mean, the jacket was leather, but still. Damned fine.

The woman Matty works with is in a poly group, and her submissive is a famous designer. Matty drove me to Dana’s house, where Jacob got a good look at me wearing a bathing suit, walking around me, staring at me, then walking around me again, and then started sketching with a pencil on paper without saying a word.

Three or four minutes in, he said, “I need the top off, or at least the straps off her shoulders, and then shoot some pictures of her from the front, back, and sides, please Matty. My camera’s over on the table.”

I pulled the straps down and tucked them in because I wasn’t letting anyone have topless pics of me, and within ten minutes, Iwas looking at a picture of me on a wall screen wearing an outfit that was more skin than fabric, and it wasgorgeous.

“Oh. Wow. I love it!”

He ran through several colors. I wanted black, but he said I had to pick an actual color. He finally agreed it could be a dark color instead of the bright ones he started with, and I went back and forth from a deep purple to a rich burgundy.

“Aubergine,” he finally said. “I’ve decided for you.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I assumed it would be the burgundy, for some reason. Matty said, “Eggplant. That’s the purple one, and I agree.”

“So, I can put my clothes back on?” I asked.

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