Preston
The five days of my punishment passed faster than I'd expected. My studies kept me busy and Kyle was always writing as usual. The tap tap tap of the keyboard reassured me that things were back to normal.
When my punishment ended, Kyle took me to the bedroom. I was trembling with anticipation. It had been so long, and I wanted him so badly that I could barely contain myself. He had me strip down and take position. We'd developed a pattern where I'd undress, fold and stack my clothes neatly, always at the same place, kneel and await his instructions. Today he remained silent.
Pulling me up from the floor he manually positioned me onto my knees on the bed. I thought for sure he was simply going to mount me, being too impatient to go through the foreplay, but today he apparently had something else in mind.
Without hesitation he pushed my head down, bending my arms. He did not want me on all fours but was positioning me to keep my ass raised and my head down. Within a few seconds he thrust his lubricated finger deep inside. He followed it with another, gently pushing them in and out to loosen me. He began to spread his fingers apart, like he was trying to open me wider. Facing away from him in a highly submissive position with my ass bared had me sinking fast, and as he ordered me to relax, I was already deeply in my zone. Up until then, my curiosity kept me alert, but the pleasurable sensation, and knowing I wouldn't stop him, had taken over. The long period of abstinence had prepared me for just about anything and he seemed to know that. Apparently, he was going to take this opportunity to try something new.
As I sank into my special place, I was aware that he was taking me to a deeper level of relaxation in what was normally a very tight opening. "Just let the sensation take over. All you have to do right now is kneel there and feel what I'm going to do to you." The way he said 'do to you' was all I needed to hear. I was his, and he was making me relax more than I ever knew I could.
He was running his fingers around the entire entry and continued ordering me to relax the muscles even though I couldn't really help it.
This extended massage had me in that place, that place I prayed would never end. He continued stretching, adding one finger at a time and running what now felt like the end of his hand around and around. Over and over he'd tell me to relax and enjoy the sensation. It wasn't long before he coned his hand and his thumb joined the fingers. He was up as far as his knuckles and for a second I had to remind myself that I trusted him more than I trusted anyone. I began to wonder if he was planning to push his entire hand inside, but then he stopped. Withdrawing his fingers, he wiped them off with a towel.
Climbing into position, he entered me in a single thrust and within a few more he groaned, filling me. He didn't last long. After doing without and then stretching me the way he had I wasn't surprised. I wondered if it was less than he'd hoped for because of my relaxed state. He remained deep inside, as was his way, finally squeezing from the base to assure that every possible drop was left inside.
He withdrew and pulled a blindfold from the top drawer of the nightstand, tying it around my eyes. He pushed my head lightly down to the mattress once more and, climbing between my legs again, he sent a finger deep inside of me once again. As before, he followed it with the rest of them and massaged me inside. This time it didn't take long to bring me to the relaxed state once again. I wished I could see what he was doing but said nothing. He continued to push his hand up to the knuckles. It had been five days since he'd touched me. I'd been instructed not to do anything about it myself. His fingers seemed to be concentrating on a single spot and then he pushed forward. The pressure of his knuckles passing through was almost painful, but the pleasure overcame the pain.
"Are you inside? Was that your whole…" and then I felt a rush, a combination of pleasure and a mental picture of Kyle reaching into me that left me slumping down, baring my ass and waiting to see what happened next.
Sitting up a second, he said, "I'm inside. How's it feel?"
"Really good. I just never knew you could… do that."
I expected him to withdraw, but he was moving around inside. Slowly I felt him push further. As he did that, I felt the strain. The thickness of his arm was too much. I was about to say something when he gently withdrew what felt like several inches. Then he pushed in again. This continued as he gently made love to me with his hand, wrist and part of his arm. The sensation had shut me up. I just kneeled there, unable to think about anything but what he was doing to me.
Seconds later, I felt it coming. I held my breath, knowing I was about to… and then I heard someone scream and as he pulled out, I realized it was me.
I took a deep breath and gasped. "That was incredible… Oh My God… I never thought…"
"Shhhh. Don't talk," he whispered. He was using a moist towel to clean me, wiping up all the lube. Climbing onto the bed, he held me to his chest, delivering tiny kisses to the temple of my head. Untying the blindfold, he turned my face to look at me. I was waiting for his words but instead he kissed me long and hard. Before long we drifted off to sleep.
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I had classes the day before our dinner. After the last class, I did the shopping on my way home. We really couldn't afford to make this a big deal with a standing rib roast or something like that, so I decided to make carbonara, a salad, and ice cream sundaes for desert. I set the table and managed to finish just as Kyle closed up his computer for the day.
"What's for dinner?" he asked.
In all my excitement getting ready for the following evening, I'd totally forgotten about dinner. "Sir, I totally forgot. I'm so excited about tomorrow that I was concentrating on everything being perfect. I'm so sorry."
"That's fine," he said. "Just fix us something quick and simple."
We dined on bacon and eggs that night. I was precooking the bacon anyway, so the house wouldn't smell the next day. My recipe for carbonara uses bacon as a variation on the classic.
At six o'clock the following evening, our guests began to arrive. I showed Dexter and Jake the house, making sure to show them the restraints hidden under the bed. I thought Jake's eyes were going to fall out of his head, but both of them accepted them as perfectly normal. Dexter actually commented on how handy their placement was. When the tour was over, the three of us retired to the kitchen to talk while our Doms got comfortable in the living room.
I bent over to see if the rolls were ready and Dexter slapped me across the butt. "Jake, did you see the ass on this boy when we were in the shower?"
"Not really. I was checking out the other guys. Besides, asses aren't really my thing."
"Well, I'll tell you, you could bounce a quarter off that thing."
"Yeah, yeah, you're just jealous 'cause you ain't getting any of this," I teased.
"Maybe," Dexter said. "Maybe not. It's something to think about."
"Let's get this stuff to the table," I said, trying to change the topic. Dexter grabbed the salad and Jake grabbed two of the water glasses already filled with ice. I lead the way carrying the steaming bowl of Carbonara.
Dexter and Jake sat down while I ran to the kitchen, returning with a pitcher of water for the glasses. When everybody was seated I noticed the look on Robert's face. I had the boys shuffled around the table so we could all get to know each other better. Jake was sitting across the table from his Dom, also seeing an unfamiliar look. "What?" was all he could say.
"I've been talking to the guys. They filled me in on more of our options, and how to be a good Dom. Just wait till we get home."
Jake gulped audibly but grinned in anticipation. His face turned red as he said, "Uh… okay, Sir."
Dexter and I teased him, but a stern look from our Doms put an end to it. Pulling ourselves together, we all started passing around the food.
After dinner we all separated again. This time Robert returned to our group after a few minutes. "What are you doing over here, Robert?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to be in the other group."
"I do, but they wanted a few minutes to talk privately. I'll leave you guys alone in a minute. This is all so fascinating. I can't wait to talk to them some more."
A few minutes later, he returned to the living room and we started talking again. Dexter took the lead this time. "I'm not sure my relationship with Leonard is going to work."
"What the hell?" I said.
"It's just that he's a total Dom and he says I'm not really a total sub. I really enjoy subbing and I totally get into it, but he says I have this other side that wants to turn the tables and be a Dom. The thing is… he's right. He doesn't have a sub bone in his body and is constantly reminding me that this is not a game. 'It's not a scene. It's real,' he says and while I get that, it doesn't keep me from wondering what it's like to be in his place. He says he thinks I'm a 'switch.' Anyway, I have a strange feeling that he wants to cut me loose. The thing is, I'm falling for him and I don't want to lose him, but I'm afraid he can't handle me the way I am. I think he's been damaged by someone like me. The thing is, I moved in with him to save money on the apartment. It just seemed silly to keep paying for it since he wanted me to be with him all the time. He gives me plenty of space to study, so it seemed perfect. Until now. I could lose Leonard and be homeless at the same time."
It was a bummer getting this news at my first dinner for my friends. It put a damper on our conversation, so we wandered into the living room once again to see what the guys were up to. It had grown quiet, piquing our interest. They seemed to have run out of things to tell Robert, so we all sat around the living room to visit as a group. We didn't really have seating for six and before long the three of us subs were sitting on the floor next to our owners. For me it seemed comfortable and natural. My life had become less stressful since Kyle came into my life. I just concentrated on my studies and taking care of his needs. I did the cooking and the cleaning for the most part, but he made all the decisions about everything else in my life. I felt like I was using him, but I think he felt the same way about me, and maybe we were both right.
After some simple conversation, Kyle checked his watch. "It's getting late guys, we better hit that bar if we're going out tonight." In a few minutes, we were all smashed into one car and heading out.