13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Jason
The next day, Henry and I went into the clinic to get tested. I shuddered as he explained to me that he wanted to stop worrying about condoms, that he wanted to lick my cum out of his wife’s pussy. That thought drove me more than a little crazy, and I couldn’t get it out of my head as we headed for his business. We spent the rest of the day setting up for some event at Henry’s restaurant, and I was in a daze the entire time, thinking about fucking Mari bare. My current job was pretty fun and not at all difficult, a part-time gig leading fly-fishing tours, but I didn’t think I’d mind working with Henry every day.
After she was done with work, Mari came by to eat dinner with me, while Henry rushed around the restaurant, making sure everything was perfect and greeting the event guests. He made sure his staff had all of their instructions, helping everyone get ready before joining us at a booth in the corner and stealing my noodle bowl.
“Hey,” he said, sliding into the round booth next to Mari, then reaching across and squeezing my dick. He kissed his wife hello, a long, slow, passionate kiss, with his hand on my cock the whole time.
“Didn’t cage him again?” she asked.
I blushed. “I was too embarrassed to wear it to the clinic.”
Mari shook her head. “There’s no shame in our kink. Though it’s fine. You need a little air if we’re going to avoid that chafing again, and I think you can be trusted not to fuck anyone but us. At least while we’re right here.”
I groaned and rubbed my hands over my eyes, wishing they didn’t know every goddamn thing about me. I wanted to earn their trust, but I knew it would take time, and I was ready to be patient.
Henry nodded, his eyes dancing with humor. “Good call. Plus, I want to play with him.”
“What is this event all about?” Mari asked, pointing around the room. After our hard work, the restaurant looked quite different tonight, with a big buffet laid out in the main dining room. Small tables were still scattered about for seating, but we’d left much more room for people to mingle, and along the far wall we’d set up a row of tables for vendors. It was a private event, I knew, but Henry hadn’t told me what it was yet.
“I don’t even know and I helped move furniture all day,” I said. “He wouldn’t tell me.”
Henry’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “A local BDSM group asked if they could host a munch here. It’s a social gathering, where we can meet other people in the lifestyle. A few people who make and sell fetish gear will be here as well, at the tables we set up for vendors. I guess there aren’t any good places around to buy things, so they show up at the munches.”
“Ah,” Mari said, looking around, her eyes wide. “Interesting. Everyone looks pretty normal?”
I frowned. “Everyone is normal. We’re normal.”
She chuckled, rubbing her hand over mine. “Good point. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I suppose I would have expected more leather and whips at an actual BDSM event.”
“The munch isn’t like a sex party or BDSM club. It’s just to meet and talk to others with similar interests, and to share information about events and the scene in the area. No one will be fucking, but I offered to work tonight in case we could find some things our pet needs.” He cupped my chin and lifted my mouth to his, kissing me tenderly.
“Is there an actual BDSM club in the area?” Mari asked, frowning.
“Yeah,” Henry said. “It’s beneath the Meadow Grill, in the basement. They’ve sponsored tonight’s event.” We both turned to him, wide-eyed, and he raised his hands. “I didn’t know about it, either!”
Mari looked flustered, and I wondered just how much she wanted to go to a club like that. Would she be up for doing a scene with others watching? My body thrummed with excitement as I thought about the new possibilities this relationship afforded us, about being placed on display for a whole room full of people who would admire me, but know I was theirs. Was I ready for that? Were they?
I supposed it would be best to take things slow, to ease into the more intense parts of this lifestyle, most of which I only knew about from fantasy and research. We could start by exploring toys and sex positions in the privacy of Henry and Mari’s home and gradually move on as it made sense.
“Maybe we can get Jason a gift since he was such a good boy for you last night,” Henry said, as if reading my mind.
“A very good boy,” Mari said enthusiastically. I blushed, ducking my head, a little embarrassed, but pleased to have earned her approval. And I had no idea why that phrase, good boy, got me so fired up.
“Then let’s go check out these toy vendors and get him a present,” Henry said.
“Ooh, or a sex swing!” Mari’s eyes sparkled as she looked across the room, where a man was demonstrating how to lash a submissive to a St. Andrew’s Cross. “It’s really too bad we’re renting. I suppose the landlord wouldn’t take kindly to us adding a bunch of chains to the walls.”
Henry laughed. “I know you love bondage, babe, but maybe we’d better start with things that don’t require installation. A new flogger, or a collar for our pet?”
“Maybe,” I replied, touching my throat as I thought about wearing a symbol of their ownership at all times. My cock twitched as I imagined standing before the vendors here, admitting that I was a slave. I wondered just how much Mari loved bondage. There was so much I didn’t know about them, and so much that I was eager to learn.
I’d never been to anything like this before, but soon learned that no one here cared if I belonged to two people. Everyone was here because they loved a specific kink, and all were welcome.
Though most people were socializing, there were quite a few tables with vendors along one wall, and I wandered over there, looking at one of the floggers, which appeared to be hand-crafted of some kind of soft hide. The woman at the table smiled.
“Pick it up, get a feel for it.” She pushed the flogger towards me, and I touched the supple hide, imagining what it would feel like when Henry hit me with it. Would it leave my ass nice and marked up, red from his lashing. I couldn’t explain why I’d enjoyed the pain of his spanking yesterday, but I knew I wanted to explore that more.
“Do you make these yourself?” I asked.
“Yes! I think handcrafted is best with floggers. I got into it with my own submissive, because working the hide myself allows me to get the perfect feel. Then someone asked me to make one for them, and the rest is history!”
“I didn’t know it would feel like this,” I said, gently hitting my palm with it, imagining what it would be like against my more sensitive skin.
“It’s great to be able to handle it. We could use a good sex shop in the valley somewhere,” she said, smiling. She was really nice. I wouldn’t have expected it of someone who made and played with whips.
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Yes, I sell on Etsy too, but I find letting people see the product in person helps explain the quality difference of handmade items, you know?”
“That makes sense,” I said, smiling.
“That’s why Carl started inviting more vendors to his munch events. Do you have a special someone you’d like to use this on?” My cheeks reddened as I glanced towards Henry and Mari, and her eyes shifted, softening. “Or a special someone you’d like to use this on you?”
I set it down, catching Henry’s eye across the room. Even from here, I could see the way his eyes darkened as he spotted the toy I’d been handling. “Only when I’ve been bad,” I admitted. “But I think I’d like it even when I’ve been good.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “My husband is the same way. Sometimes, I don’t know if it’s punishment or fun ishment. Well, maybe talk to your dom and see what he thinks. I’ll be here for a while.”
I’d never felt so accepted in my life, and I thanked her for her time and walked over to my doms.
Henry and Mari were standing at another table, one that held intricately crafted collars. I felt warm and fuzzy in this space, talking to people who were like me, who understood. I knew right away that no one here would mock me if they found out I got off on being controlled and wearing a cock cage. The munch was safe and welcoming and warm. Even our budding menage relationship probably wouldn’t raise many eyebrows.
Once I was close enough, Henry put a hand on my back and pulled me between them, and it felt like he was claiming me, letting everyone in the room know I was owned. As the woman at this booth answered Mari’s question about her wares, Henry’s fingers traced up my neck, tangling in my hair and giving it a little tug, and I shivered.
Mari glanced at me, smiling. “We’re trying to pick out something that will fit you. Linda says that it should be something that you’ll find comfortable for daily wear if we want that. And I think we want that. You’ve been getting a lot of curious looks from the dommes in the room, and Henry is feeling the urge to mark you as owned.”
“Curious looks?” I hadn’t noticed that, and wondered if it was all in his head. Still, possessive Henry was sexy as hell, especially the way he was touching me.
Mari stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips, and I wondered if she was possessive, too. “Never would I have thought you could blush so adorably,” she whispered.
“I can’t help it. You want to mark me as owned,” I said, fingering the fine leather. It was supple and thick, clearly expensive. There were cuffs, collars, and other symbolic items. “Does the cage not do that?”
“Are you showing people your cage?” Mari asked, and I laughed, shaking my head.
Henry’s hand tightened on the back of my neck. “I can be possessive of our boy if I want,” he said, and my body responded to the firm note in his voice with a rush of warmth. “I want to look at you naked and know every inch of your body is ours.”
That made my cock instantly hard, when it should have been an awkward thing for him to say in front of the vendor. But she didn’t notice or didn’t comment if she did. I glanced at my best friend, smiling a little. “Okay. Could we find something that’ll fit under my shirt? I wouldn’t mind wearing it all the time. As long as I don’t have to explain it to random clients at work.” I reached up and unbuttoned my collar, exposing my neck.
Henry picked up a thick black leather band, wrapping it around me and buckling it, then buttoned the shirt closed, frowning. “That one is sexy on you, but you can see it under your collar.”
“Some people choose something more discreet for daily wear, and something bulkier for playtime,” the woman at the booth said. Mari reached out and picked up a medium weight silver chain with a keyed lock in it, fingering it. She unbuttoned my shirt, tugged off the leather collar, and smiled at me as she hooked the chain around my neck, snapping the lock closed. It sat right at the base of my neck, cool and heavy.
I fingered it. “This could work,” I murmured, clearing my throat. “And the collar for play.”
“Or a harness,” Henry said. “I could manhandle you in all the fun ways.”
“Oh, there are some lovely handcuffs, too,” the vendor said, winking, and Mari squealed, picking them up. I had to admire a woman who could upsell.