Page 15 of Any Which Way

Eleri walks behind me, standing with their front pressed against the chair I’m still seated in. They trail their fingers over my naked body in light strokes, teasing in near ticklish touches. Their lips press kisses to my skin—across my shoulders, into the gentle slope where my neck begins, against my cheeks, atop of my head.

Every inch of my exposed flesh breaks out in chills from not knowing what Eleri plans to do or what they plan to say. They’ve had an uncanny ability to read me since day one. And while it’s never quite unsettled me, sometimes, I do wonder if I married someone with telepathy.

“I’ve watched you over the last few weeks, too. Of course, you know I’malwayswatching you. You’ve always been so goddamn beautiful that it’s hard not to stare.”

Seductively, my wife walks back around to the front of the chair so we’re facing one another. They swing one long leg over the chair, straddling me with their naked body. Our torsos press together, the heat of our combined cores a near inferno despite the wand still between us. I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t begin to melt. Then again, I’m halfway between here and Heaven, so I’m not sure I’d be the best judge of anything other than the pleasure coursing through my body.

Eleri crashes their lips against mine as they simultaneously circle their hips against the toy. They catch my surprised moan in their mouth, echoing it back to me in satisfaction before pulling away.

“I can see the cogs in your brain turning a mile a minute, sweetheart. Just because this exact situation and scenario might be coming to an end doesn’t mean there isn’t an amazing future for all three of us. It might simply take some time to figure out what the new normal looks like going forward. Any which way the cards fall, we’ll figure it out together. We always do.”

My eyes still water, though now their tender words are just as much the catalyst.

“I love you, Mistress.”

They give me a reverent smile that melts me further. “I love you too, pet.” Raising their voice to be sure Kai can hear, they continue. “What do you think about taking a shower with me? Kai can kneel on the carpet outside our shower and watch with his hands tied behind his back. Maybe I’ll strap the wand to his thigh and see if he can last longer than you.”

From his place on the mattress, he whimpers.

And then, we do just that.

Until the moment mere seconds ago when my name was announced over the impressively crisp sound system, I truly didn’t know if I would have the courage to step out onto the stage at Glittering Vices with an audience packed full of familiar faces.

Sure, I had done some relatively impressive things in my short life. For example, finding two women I wanted to spend my life with while fostering other relationships that could potentially continue to develop romantically wasn’t something that had been on my radar when it happened. Neither had been developing and selling my first app, starting a company that continued to flourish after five years, or serving as a member of the board of our local chamber of commerce.

And it had been one thing to dance in front of a few people. Ryan and her incredible lessons and staff truly seeming to transform everyone into a more confident version of themselves over the course of the weeks we worked together. I even became accustomed to seeing the version of myself reflected back at me from the large, mirrored wall in the practice classrooms abovethe main floor of the club. A softer, more vulnerable man who wanted so much to care and provide for those he loved just as much as he yearned to let go of the responsibilities and headspace that kept him busy more hours than he cared to admit.

I owed my performance to that version of myself.

I owed my performance to Brynn and Eleri, too.

Of course, it had been Eleri who initially formed the plan to approach me about the class, but once I decided I was in, both Brynn and Eleri were involved almost every step of the way. Brynn spent late nights after my classes at Glittering Vices helping me perfect moves, her time dancing helping me to look more polished than I ever thought possible. Eleri and I listened to hours of music, both while together and apart, finding the perfect score to bring my final performance to life.

The only detail I managed to keep hidden from the pair was the final piece of my costume. The final piece of mytransformation.

And now, as I stand center stage, the opening notes echoing into the otherwise quiet venue, I only wish I could see their faces in the audience, that I could see both of their accepting, loving auras as I face the fear of stage fright the likes of which I have never felt before.

But the bright lights are near blinding. It’s only me and the music.

Actually, maybe not being able to see anyone in the audience is for the best.

Waiting for my count as the music starts, I hesitate for less than a second before coming to life alongside the music. The jacket I wear is inky black as dark the deepest parts of the sea with gold brocade detail painstakingly sewn on top. I look more the part of a ballroom dancer ready to take on a powerful paso doble with high-waisted black pants and a tight-fitting shirt thana man about to shed his inhibitions to his lovers, his teacher, fellow students, and half the town.

It’s as intentional as the dance moves I start with, wanting to fully lean into the sensual and emotional side of my performance.

I use the stage to my advantage, parading around with deliberate, sharp movements that match the pizzicato string music from the live band. My body tells the story of my day-to-day life—the way I’ve always felt tied to my work, my commitments, and my desire to hold control in the aspects of my identity that somehow always come back to the ways in which I still feel inadequate.

Nearing stage right, I encounter an oversized prop chosen specifically for my performance. A gold, gilded cage more ornate than anything created to hold actual birds. And as I enter into its confines, the closure snapping shut behind me, I smile to myself at the irony, knowing my dick is locked in chastity beneath the layers of my costume.

It wasn’t something I had planned on wearing underneath my dance clothes, but I’d found the longer I explored the dynamics of chastity and staying locked away, the heightened my other senses became. And tonight, knowing one of my partners sat in the audience with the key on a delicate chain around her neck made me feel closer to both Eleri and Brynn while the stage continued to separate us.

Throughout the venue, the music of the orchestra changes as the spotlight carefully trained on me turns red. With the help of a quick release harness of Cypher’s design, the bolero-like jacket is ripped from my body, disappearing from view of the audience while leaving me in the black pants and shirt.

It’s still me, still my story. Only now, through the moves I orchestrate, it’s more languid and fluid. The dance of a persongoing through the motions of everyday life while still hiding pieces of the man they’ve always needed to be.

I incorporate moves Ryan has guided us in learning over the last few weeks, staying aware of the confines of the prop I’m moving within. My body grinds and gyrates against the walls of the cage, reminiscent of the way my hips greedily thrusted in Eleri’s palm earlier this morning prior to being locked away.

Trying to jump to life at the memory, my cock throbs beneath its cage, and I’m reminded that if I ever plan on coming again without a miserable, ruined orgasm, I first have to make it through the rest of this performance.

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