Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I’m glad you liked being a cockwarmer.” Derek squeezed my hand before he picked out another cage. “What was your favorite part?”
Oh, that was easy.
“Being used and ignored was so relaxing.” I ignored the way Tate chuckled and just focused on my new friend. “They even talked about me like I wasn’t there. I’ve never done anything like that.”
It was very different than just being ignored by regular people or when I didn’t have a penis in my mouth.
“You’re getting to figure it out now and that’s what counts.” Derek gave me one last squeeze before he released my hand. “It seems like you guys have got very good communication skills too, so that’s going to help you explore a lot.”
Nodding, I couldn’t help looking at the toys he’d picked up. “Yes, I tell them what I want and then ask what they want. We’re doing great. We’ve even started doing our ingredients but we need to do more.”
“Our limits lists.” Dean was helpful but then sighed because he was nervous and that meant he had to be dramatic. “He means our lists.”
Derek giggled, waving his hands. “I think that’s a great way to describe it. You’re adding in all the ingredients you want to make a wonderful relationship.”
“Yes.” He was so smart.
“And right now we need a dash of humiliation and some attention.” Derek held up the boxes. “Let’s go show your Doms and let them pick out something wonderful for you.”
This was going to be so much fun…and Derek was so smart he even knew Tate and Dean had to pick it out because I belonged to them.
They were smart, and knew it too, because they both walked over to the front counter and looked very professional. Serious faces were so sexy and even Dean was very Dom as he studied the options.
“We’ve got several options here, but let me know if these don’t feel right.” Derek was very professional as he stopped giggling and laid out the options. “These are more short-term restraints and would give you the look I think you’re going for over being practical for long-term use. I’ve also focused on cock cages to keep him small versus cock rings that I don’t think would give him the feeling he’s looking for.”
“Tiny.” Bouncing closer just got Tate to smack my bottom but didn’t get me enough attention.
“I’m not comfortable letting him leave the apartment in a restraint, so yes, short-term is fine as long as it’s comfortable and safe.” Dean glared at me when I sighed. “Looking tiny and cute is one thing but we’re not going to damage your dick.”
“Fine.” Sighing, I wiggled between the two of them to get a better look. “The clear one might make me look smaller. Right?”
“I’m going to get you a ball gag while we’re here if you’re not careful.” Tate’s dry response was confusing. My dick liked it if I didn’t think too much, but once I thought about it, my dick wanted to hide.
“That’s…” Something. That was definitely something. “It sounds frustrating.”
Tate and Dean both laughed, but Dean pointed to a clear plastic one. “I think he’d look small in that, but do we need the lock to keep it together?”
Oh, that was a good question.
“Locks can be very cute too.” Yes, I was a wonderful communicator.
“Sometimes we’ll want to get it off fast, slut.” Tate turned toward me and kissed my head. “But thank you for making sure we knew what you liked.”
“Even if you’re not going to get it.” Dean’s dry retort had Derek pressing his lips together. “And if you don’t calm down, I’m going to explain just how much I regret letting you have the big coffee at Starbucks.”
Oops.
Cheek kiss.
Snuggle.
Sigh.
Head on his shoulder.
I was forgetting something.
“Thank you for taking picking out my cage seriously, Sir.” I’d almost made a strategic error and thanked him for taking care of me, but I’d caught myself before I’d given him the idea that limiting my caffeine intake would be a good idea.
I didn’t like it but it liked me.
So who was I to say no to it?
Derek was going to give me away, though. He was almost giggling and he was going to egg Dean on if we weren’t more careful. Thankfully, he focused on the most important part and not the giggly bits. “How about we pick out two options? One with a lock when you want to take your time and keep things slow, and another for when you want a quick release option?”
Nodding slowly, Dean seemed to have forgotten how nervous he’d been. “Is the silicone comfortable or will it end up pinching him? He doesn’t have hair around his groin but I don’t want to worry about hurting him, even accidentally.”
No, we weren’t going to give him anything else to worry about.