"Really?” Dana said to Zach, “You're good with this?"
He smiled. “I find I'm looking forward to watching you Top him. I can see the attraction between the two of you and it fascinates me, but I don't feel threatened. So yes, really."
Jacob was sitting on her other side and laid his hand over hers. “He's a keeper, you know that, right?"
"Yeah. I do. I need to figure some things out before I can be fair to him, though.” Dana decided that was enough serious talk. “Tell me what you've got going on under your khakis, Jacob."
His face went red; his voice clearly telling her he was embarrassed. “I'm in a chastity device, so I can't get hard, and I'm wearing a plug."
Dana looked at Brent. “Can I see it?"
Brent laughed. “Don't ask me; tell him what you want."
Jacob's plate had only a few morsels left. “Eat your food, then strip and show me, please."
"Yes, Dana."
He took another couple of bites, finished his wine, and stood. Dana sat back with her water and watched as he unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his perfectly ironed khakis. He was commando under his pants, and she was awed by the look of his cock in the shiny chrome cage, barely large enough to hold his soft cock.
Brent spoke up. “It's called a jailbird, and can be worn long term, if we choose. He occasionally has to wear it for three months at a time, with no orgasm or hard-on for the duration—though of course he must still service me in all the usual ways."
"How long will it stay on this time?"
"Until I decide to take it off—could be an hour, could be tomorrow, or the following evening. It's rarely more than a few days if he isn't being punished."
She looked back at Jacob's cock. “It looks like it'd hurt to get a hard-on."
"It does, Ma'am. It's excruciating."
Glancing at Brent, she said, “Does it damage anything if he gets hard?"
"Nope.” He gave a sadistic smile. “Have at it."
Jacob's face looked pained, but when Dana crooked her finger for him to move closer, he did.
She massaged his balls and ran her fingers across the skin of his cock between the bars. She noted a slight indication of where the single tail had hit, obviously not a powerful strike.
"You used higher gauge needles? I don't see any marks."
"Yes,” Brent answered. “The entrances and exits have all healed. The club will stop the scene if there's too much blood, so I reserve the larger diameters for play at home."
Leaning forward, her tongue traversed the sides of Jacob's cock through the bars of the jailbird before flicking the edge of the head, where the metal pressed into it.
He looked like he didn't know what to do with his hands, so she figured she'd help him out. “Hands at the back of your head, Jacob—stand tall for me, and spread your legs."
He immediately complied and she reached under his balls to feel for the plug, his cock growing a little when her fingers wiggled it. She pushed it up, released it, allowing gravity to pull it back down. He swelled more, and his groan was like music to her ears—so she did it again.
She played with the plug while torturing him with her tongue, and before long he'd expanded as far as the jailbird would allow, his skin ballooning up between the bars, red and angry and trapped. Jacob's groan echoed frustration and pain, but she didn't stop tormenting him. She pulled one of his balls into her mouth, gently applying pressure, his moans became almost frantic, going straight to her core every time, sending a welcoming buzz through her veins.
She worked herself into a frenzy before remembering she wasn't allowed to come, and she sat back, breathing through it, motioning for Jacob to sit on the floor beside her. He rested his head on her leg as she stroked his hair, soothing him.
When her arousal level was manageable again, she looked at Zach and said, “The line between pleasure and pain is so narrow, sometimes you can't tell them apart."
He shook his head, smiling. “I'll have to take your word for it; I've never had that particular problem."
"Maybe you haven't taken either to extreme? Think of it as the face of a clock. Imagine the six, pointing down, is no feeling at all. A three is what most people consider intensely pleasurable, and a nine is what the majority would deem exceptionally painful."
She paused, letting it sink in, and he said, “So what's twelve?"
Smiling, pleased he saw where she was heading, she said. “Let's go back to three and nine—if you can power past either of them, the closer you get to twelve the more bleed-over there is from the other side. So when you're at five minutes after the top of the hour, which is way beyond normal pleasure, there's a touch of pain involved. When you're at five minutes till, it's agony beyond comprehension, with a little bliss mixed in. If you can power past pleasure you get to pain, and if you can endeavor beyond pain you eventually get to nirvana. At twelve exactly, it's merely sensation, you can't tell which you're feeling. It's both, but neither. If you're played just right you can hover between pleasure and pain... No, on top of them, or maybe swimming in both. Yeah, awash in them—feeling every extreme of bliss and agony at the same time."
Jacob looked up. “That's perfect. I'd never thought of it that way, but you're right.” He looked over at Zach. “Just after you come, when your dick is super-sensitive, and it hurts to touch? That's sort of what she's talking about, when it feels so good it's a little painful."
"Okay, I get that. When I pulled my hamstring I experimented around with using electricity to help with rehab, and I found a few sensations that wavered between pleasure and pain. I'd forgotten about it, but I can see what you're saying."
They talked until Dana's ass and back began aching. “Can we help with the dishes and then maybe go for a walk? I need to move around, get the blood flowing."
"It won't take five minutes for me to stick everything in the dishwasher,” Brent said. “Why don't you and Jacob go for a walk. Zach can keep me company while I clean up, and we'll meet you in the center of the labyrinth."
"Oh, I remember your ideas for one! Did it turn out like you wanted?"
Brent smiled. “Go see for yourself."
Dana looked at Jacob, peacefully sitting on the floor, naked, appearing comfortable and at ease. “Would you like to put your clothes back on?"
"Let's not require he make decisions now,” Brent said, looking at Jacob. “Put your clothes and shoes on and take your lady to the labyrinth. Let her have a little fun, but don't start her too far back."
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Chapter Nineteen
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Zach watched through the wall of windows as Dana and Jacob walked across the patio onto the lawn. He expected to feel a pang of jealousy when she reached for Jacob's hand, and wondered that he didn't, until she kissed it and, apparently, ordered him to his knees.
As he observed their conversation, he realized he'd never be jealous of anyone on the receiving end of the current expression on her face. She was all Domme as she looked down on Jacob—her posture relaxed, eyes scanning his face and body language as he answered her questions.
Zach glanced at Brent, noted his awareness glued to them in fascination, too. Both Doms had a big stake in this, and Zach needed to better understand the other man's motivation. “Any idea what she's asking him?"
"No. You?"
Zach shook his head. “What are your intentions with the two of them? I've heard her side, but I'd like to hear why you pushed for her to Top your boy."
Brent stood and began clearing the table, and Zach moved to help as he listened.
"Before I met Jacob, I had what some referred to as a stable of available boys. None monogamous, but all had a contract with me for either training only, or training with the possibility of feelings developing. My standard agreement had a clause requiring they Top people at my instruction, until they'd learned what I thought necessary. I usually had them dominate each other in turns, while I supervised, until I was sure they ha
d the hang of it, and then I just watched."
"Why?"
"Because I wasn't keeping them, and felt it my responsibility to help them find their eventual Master. Once a submissive learns what it takes to Top, it's easier for them to weed the good Doms from the bad, and it helps them define what they want in a Master, Owner, or... whatever.” He smiled, remembering. “I never required it of Jacob; I knew right away I wanted to keep him."
"Ah, so this was your way of taking care of her?"
"Yes, but if Jacob hadn't liked her I wouldn't have made the offer, and before she arrived I'd put the thought out of my mind. He wasn't pleased about her coming—he'd heard about her, knew how close we were, and...” he ran his fingers through his hair. “He had this idea she'd walked away and didn't deserve to have me back. I rarely have to punish him for his mouth, but he pushed pretty hard Friday night. We had a long talk first, but he ended up holding a soapy enema for forty-five minutes, with his tongue clamped, while I was brutal with his nipples."
He sighed, obviously frustrated. “Since our discussions weren't productive, and were just getting him into more trouble, I put him on speech restriction until she walked in the door, so the next words out of his mouth were to her and not me. Honestly, I think he was jealous of her, perhaps I made too big of a deal over how relieved I was to have her back? Or maybe he was upset she'd hurt me, and wanted to protect me? I don't know, and he wouldn't tell me. I assume he'll enlighten me now that it's resolved, but he dug his feet in Friday evening."
Zach felt for him, sometimes it was hard to know when to talk first and punish later, or when correction needed to come before the discussion. “What happened to change his mind?"
"Good question. Chemistry, maybe? His initial words to her were overly polite snark, and had me scrounging in my head for the best way to deal with the situation, but then she complimented the curtains and his voice went from passive aggressive jackass to star-struck. He liked her instantly, even though he didn't want to."
He shrugged. “Others have admired the drapes and only managed to annoy him, so I asked why he'd made such a quick about face, and he said she's the first to figure it out, to understand it had just as much to do with the ceiling and floor and sofa, with the scale and balance, as it did the windows. But he said it was more than that, and began gushing about her inner core of humanity, and how he understood why she's so special to me.” He rolled his eyes, “He's lucky I love him as much as I do when he starts talking like that."
"He's an interior designer, too?"
"No, clothing designer and make-up artist. But I suppose that gives them fabrics in common."
"More than just fabrics, but how colors and patterns work together. The whole design thing.” Zach considered the idea Jacob would have more in common with her than he would, searched for feelings of jealousy, but still couldn't find any. “How far will you let him go with her?"
"Our contract allows him to have a relationship with a woman, and to even fall in love, though I'll always be primary Master, and he'll always live with me. He's pretty picky about the women he feels are worthy of his submission.” Brent shook his head. “The pro Domme types are a turn-off for him, he says their commands sound like a bad actress trying to play teacher—but he expects them to have enough command and presence to handle him when he doesn't follow orders, and he needs someone with a sadistic streak. Damn tall order."
"Can Dana fill it?"
"Why do I get the feeling you're making sure she isn't going to get hurt?"
"Because I am. I found myself oddly fascinated by their brief exchange at dinner, and I recognize the signs of attraction in both of them. I don't want her falling for him only to have you say he can't see her anymore, or have him decide she's not enough Domme for him. She's fragile right now, and I don't want her hurt."
"You love her?"
"I think I fell for her long before our first date—I'd be like a damned love-struck teenager the night before our weekly meetings, sleepless with a hard on, thinking about her. And then when I had the cage delivered and her face went slack looking at it when she thought I wasn't watching? I was on cloud nine for days. But she insisted on not mixing business with pleasure, so I waited until I'd paid her final invoice to ask her out."
He shook his head. “But now I've got her, and yeah, I'm head over heels, but can't tell her yet or it'll spook her."
Brent smiled, nodding as he said, “Right now, you're probably correct, but I think she's making good progress. As to your question, I can't speak for Jacob, but I can't imagine my denying them time together unless he's grounded. You saw her at dinner, what was your feeling about her sadistic streak?"
"I wasn't sure if she was getting off on hurting him, or the power she had over him—but she was certainly turned on."
"Yeah,” Brent said, a sadistic glint in his eye, “and I do enjoy watching her torment him. Can I ask how your talk went? Whatever happened, it made her lose the haunted look she's had all day."
Zach shrugged. “She just needed to be shown she's still submissive. Any conversation would've been pointless without a demonstration of her need to yield, a reminder of her inner craving to belong to someone. She enjoyed masochism alone, but needed to be reminded her submission adds another layer onto the pain. I'm glad she experienced it, because I don't think she'll want to separate them again. Letting her come here was hard, but it was the right choice—she no longer seems afraid of her feelings for me."
"I'll ask the same thing you asked me—are you prepared to let them become emotionally involved?"
"As long as you and I can collaborate and build scenes to include all of us, as well as allowing time for the two of them, then yeah, I am. I won't mind giving them occasional alone time but I'd prefer to be around so I can watch, when they're together."
Brent nodded. “We're in agreement there. Let's head up to the dungeon and grab a few items. There's a playroom at the center of the labyrinth, I'd like to be waiting for them when they arrive so we can push straight into a scene, if that works for you."
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Chapter Twenty
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Dana waited until they were off the concrete and onto the grass before turning to Jacob and saying, “Kneel."
Caught off guard, he hesitated for only an instant before gracefully dropping to his knees, focusing on her feet.
"Eyes to me, please. I'm going to ask a few questions and I need you to either answer honestly or, if you can't be truthful because of a conflicting order, then tell me you can't answer the question. Do you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am, I do."
"Are you submitting to me because Brent ordered it?"
"No, Ma'am. You heard him make sure I liked you—if I'd answered that you're nice, he wouldn't have offered me to you. I'm glad Brent is allowing us this, and I hope Zach will, too."
"Has he ever required you submit to someone you weren't interested in?"
"Only once. We talked about it later, and he's agreed he won't do it anymore. I can ask permission to offer myself, but he's good at seeing who I'm attracted to, so he usually initiates it—like he did with you.” He smiled. “Just one of the reasons I love him."
His face glowed with adoration, and Dana was very happy for Brent, that he'd found a man with such strong love and devotion to him. “I'm glad the two of you finally found each other. I have a few more questions—what do you want to call me?"
"I'm not sure, Ma'am. I've been trying a few things out, and so far I like Ma'am and M'lady. Do you have a preference?"
"Not yet. I'm happy with both of those, but I don't like Mistress. We aren't likely to be around people you work with, so it's okay to use honorifics, but if you'd like to use my name, I'd be fine with that, too."
He scrunched his eyebrows. “I might use it some, but I'd rather have an honest to goodness one to call you. I understand why I can't, but I miss being able to call Brent my Master, and it'll be nice to verbally remind us both of my posit
ion to you. Ma'am."
"All right, if I come up with a preference I'll let you know, but keep experimenting around until something feels right. No rules yet about when you must use them, I want to know you're saying them from your heart, not because it's required. Next question, will it be weird, seeing me submit to Zach? Will it take away from my power over you?"
"No Ma'am, I like the way you look at him, and knowing you understand how I feel, because you submit to someone, too—it makes me feel closer to you. You know exactly what I'm surrendering, as you've given the same. I can see it in your eyes, when I offer myself. You value it more."
Dana's heart swelled and she leaned down, kissed his forehead, ordered him up, and then hugged him close to her for several long minutes, their heartbeats in synch with one another.
"Okay, show me the labyrinth; I'm excited to see the result of Brent's grand plans."
As Jacob walked her towards the towering hedge Dana wasn't terribly impressed—but stepping inside was like falling through Alice's hole, and two minutes later she wasn't sure she'd have been able to find her way out.
The walls were tall thin trees planted close together, so you couldn't orient yourself with distant landmarks. Eventually they came to a section with shorter hedges, and she saw a neighbor's roof on a hill in the distance and could figure out which direction the house and pool lay—but it didn't help her figure out the correct route.
"Have you ever gotten lost in here?"
"Many, many, times. I know it pretty well now, and can easily get to the center if I start at the beginning. Sometimes he blindfolds me and walks me around until I have no idea where I am, with instructions to count to one hundred before taking the blindfold off and meeting him in the middle, or at a certain statue, and it can take forever to find the way. Sometimes he hobbles me with short chains, or puts a giant plug in, or some torment on my cock or balls, with my hands restrained so I can't give myself relief. Once he used a balloon nozzle to hold an enema in, and I had to navigate to the center and beg him to deflate it, so I could finally expel. It was awful when I was going through it, but now it's a good memory."
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