The Lovers: A new Fern for my garden of delights… (part 3)

I felt Paulo flinch as I drew the paddle forward, just glancing his bottom. Kicking him to the floor, I paced around to his front pulling his head up by the hair, prying his mouth open with the paddle and bidding him bite on it. From my pocket, I drew the keys to his chastity device.

“But I am merciful, am I not?”

“Mmmm.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake don’t speak with your mouth full, Paulo.”

Paulo’s teeth loosened their grip on the instrument and it fell to the floor with a dull thud.

“YES Mistress!”

“Good boy. Now… you held up your end of the bargain, and so I shall hold up mine. I suppose you would like the cage off, wouldn’t you? You must be terribly compressed in there – all blue and purple and terribly cold. Poor Paulo.”

Paulo nodded sadly. The boy gave good face. Sometimes I’d wonder to myself if he’d be a better actor than a musician. I jammed my hand between his legs, fondling his sac roughly, his thighs clenching around my wrist, until key met padlock, and released him from his confinement with a soft click.

And speaking of soft… He pulled the cage away and placed a hand around his flaccid contribution tenderly, as one might to a wounded bird. Of course, I laughed at him.

“And so I imagine you have plans for this week? You and Felicity? Maybe make her a nice meal, then lay her down and make love to her like the man you sometimes pretend to be?”

“Oh yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you can almost feel yourself entering her beautiful garden of delights, so warm and soft and tight around you…”

.The poor man had been useless for two months now. Well one might suggest that he had always been useless, but I only meant in the regard of intercourse. Paulo’s eyes had that one hundred mile stare as he nodded, mouth agog in lustful hunger, as if prepared to eat a large banquet – alas he would remain hungry at least a little longer.

“My dear Paulo, would you be so kind as to show Fern in? She’s waiting outside in the hall for you.”

He looked down at his nakedness and saw that he was naked. He reached for the neatfly folded pile of clothes on the counter.

“NOW Paulo. Thank you.”

Paulo scuttled off into the hallway. I waited a few seconds to hear Fern’s greeting followed by his gasp of dismay as she stood to show him her new metal undergarments…

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