I’ve always wondered if being, well, turned on, was a common experience between us. It’s such a weird experience, walking down that road of going from zero to 60 on the “interest” and “oh my” scale. I’ve wondered a lot if it’s the same for you as it is for me.
Have you ever wondered if you could maintain something for 15 minutes if the stakes were high enough, that you weren’t used to lasting that long unrelentingly? How’s that for a question?
Well, I’ve thought about it. I mean, not unprompted, of course. The prompting comes from you…
You sit down, cozying up next to me with this grin on your face. “We’re going to give you a test today!” is how you open the challenge. “Do you have a favorite metronome speed?“
I look at the calendar. The lack of W’s seems to indicate yet another game loss for you. And we don’t have anything planned for the day so it seems like a perfect opportunity to give you a chance. I like you being the underdog but it might be fun to let you think I’ll make it easier this time.
When I woke up, I felt a sharp, not altogether good feeling bite from inside my cage. It felt off a bit. I was used to pressure in the tube. Used to pinches from time to time from the PA and the “fixing” for that. Even around the various points of the cage itself. But this felt… different.
After the day is done, we are starting to wind down, or so I think, and you tell me it’s time to head back and get the cuffs and remove my cage. I look at you with an odd look on my face. The way you say it makes it seem like there’s an appointment or something along those lines. If there is, I’m missing it. I am, however, not complaining.
This story is a response to the challenge for today’s December challenge, the final story of the challenge (though certainly not the final Fiction? posting here on the site). Here’s a link to the challenge post.
“You know, there is just one more present,” you say to me with a gleam in your eye. I’m not sure what else there could be, we’re just finishing up from a weekend of family, presents and food. So much food. So many people.
Sometimes things get a little (!) funky and you decide to try something just… fun and goofy and odd. Today is one of those.
You tell me to get undressed, uncaged, and present myself…. you mumble something about “for wrapping” or something – I can’t really make it out and I sense that that’s on purpose.
It’s been awhile. A while since you’ve told me to just, essentially, lay back and relax. I have come to know and understand that that’s not REALLY what you mean. What you REALLY mean is lay back and hold on tight… because you have plans to do something, try something… or just want to play around and see what happens. I’m not sure, but I think this last one is the most challenging – because it usually means any kind of reaction that you think is interesting – if it happens, you get all over it to see how far you can push it.
Turns out, pretty far.
Tonight you are all business. As soon as I lay back, you start to toy with me, stroking, teasing, walking me down that narrow ledge. It hasn’t been that long, so I’m not really expecting to get the golden “yes,” but you’re definitely coming after me with great abandon. Usually you’ll race up to the edge, slow, or stop, then repeat that.
As you lay back and pull me to you, you draw my lip into your mouth as we kiss – nipping at me, biting, kissing, releasing and pulling me back to you for more. One of my favorite things is kissing you, which seems… odd for a dude maybe, but it is, and has always been, a huge hot-button for me.
You take advantage of that so frequently. It doesn’t take much – from your tongue dancing around in my mouth, to pulling mine into yours to small bites and more substantial chomps, you know exactly how to get my attention, and I, yours.
There is a fire in your eyes, but it’s not that Domme fire, it’s just pure lust. Horniness at its best. I can see it, sense it, almost feel it on you as you lead me to our room.