I needed to think, to keep the conversation from derailing into territory that I was still too sore to embark on.
“W-what about the journal, though?”
“Right.” His gaze flicked down to my cage, the one I’d have to clean up before we left the club. “It was an old entry, I think, but he talked about how when his Mistress punished him, one of the things that entailed was that he lost all access to his dick. His Mistress would take off the cage, make him come, and clean him up properly while he was asleep, so he wouldn’t even get to touch anything.”
“That one was hot, yeah.”
I wasn’t going to say that I’d read all his entries at least five times.
Was he one of the main reasons I’d gotten so into chastity? Yeah. It wasn’t like I was that obsessed. I didn’t remember all of their content. A few entries had stuck more with me than others, though, and that had been one of them.
“Would you be into that?”
“What?”
I was holding my breath before I finished asking. I had heard perfectly, but surely he wasn’t implying what I thought he was implying.
“If I was in charge of your cage.”
“Like my key holder?”
See, that would make more sense. It was a more rational ask; it wouldn’t send my heart galloping, and it would prove that I’d been right asking for clarification before jumping ahead.
“Well, yeah, but would you be into that? Me taking it off and milking you dry and cleaning you up and then putting it back on while you’re asleep.”
Or not.
“I’m actually not sure that entry is one hundred percent realistic,” I admitted. “I mean, the staying asleep through it all has to be fantasy to a degree, but…yeah. I’d be really into that.”
It was one of my core fantasies revolving around chastity.
My heart beat faster. I was waiting for Santos to freak out, to tell me it was too much or we were moving too fast, but he just looked steadily at me. The way he always did. The way I relied on him to look, even though that was probably a thought to examine and deconstruct later.
“You’re one hella deep sleeper,” he murmured. “If it’s possible for anyone, it will be on you.”
I was going to be so pent up, it was definitely not going to be possible for the first few weeks of us trying this. I didn’t say it out loud, though. Santos looked playful and excited about it, and I wouldn’t be the one to take away this itch to experiment he was going through—not when I was more than a little familiar with it myself.
“Suit yourself,” I said instead.
It was the right thing. Santos pulled me close, and I forgot all about finding the right position or all the time we were taking up in the room.
Sergio was going to have so much to say when I saw him next. That was if he wasn’t waiting me out by the bar or in the Littles room. They hadn’t had a playdate for the age players in a while now. It was usually a once-a-month event, but something or other happened last week, and they hadn’t found a good time for everyone yet.
For now, I’d take advantage of the room. Of Santos sharing more of his fantasies and other entries he’d read and all the wayshe wanted to fuck me. Of the haze that settled in until he had to shake me before I fell asleep for real. That, no one would let me hear the end of for sure.
forty-four
Santos
You’re looking at the guy who’s leveled up to one appointment every two weeks
Ev
Nice!
Santos
My therapist is so impressed with me
