Page 54 of Learning to Change

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.

Tate seemed to be thinking the same thing because he’d pressed his lips together and was trying not to smile. He managed not to laugh, though, and went back to his stern Dom expression quicker than I’d have thought he could. “Yeah, we want this to be worry-free so we can focus on the fun parts. Like driving him insane.”

That would not be hard.

“That means I get an insertable toy too, right?” My question had both my Doms nodding in unison. “Wonderful.”

I was glad we were all on the same page when it came to the orgasm with a cage plan.

“Why don’t you take a closer look at these and we’ll figure out which styles you’re most interested in.” Derek was talking to Tate and Dean, but he turned and glanced down at my pants again. “What dimensions are his penis? We’ll want to make sure we get the right option for him. Too loose is not going to give him the look he’s going for.”

“Cute.”

“Well-sculpted.”

“A nice handful.”

Derek cocked his head and studied us. “No one has measured him?”

Tate shrugged. “This is new and the internet didn’t tell him to measure his cock. He was more interested in making sure it looked nice.”

“It does.” I didn’t care how long it was. I wasn’t going to use it to penetrate anyone unless one of my Doms told me to. “It’s mostly for pleasure and decoration, though, so I wasn’t sure why I’d need to measure it.”

That just seemed odd.

Derek nodded and seemed to understand, though. “Tops or switches are more likely to focus on that. I think making sure it looked nice was reasonable. Oh, and I’m glad the internet told you it was attractive.”

It was nice to meet someone who understood what was important in life.

“Thank you.” He hadn’t even lectured me either. “It’s been very helpful in sorting through interesting kinks too.”

“Some people just don’t research enough before jumping into BDSM.” Shaking his head, Derek smiled. “You don’t need a lecture on that, though.”

No, but I was pretty sure there were other lectures I probably needed.

“No. I’ve been very good.” It sounded very believable until Tate snorted and Dean chuckled. “I don’t need a lecture on being polite, either.”

Derek grinned. “I didn’t think so. You’re very polite and cute.”

“Thank you.” He was very polite too. “And thank you for all your hard work helping us pick out my cages.”

I was getting a cock cage.

I was getting a cock cage.

I was getting a cock cage.

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