Page 14 of Boo-ty Calls
Archer,
Here is part of your punishment. Be a good boy and put it on. Then load my location and come eat dinner with me. I have your dessert.
—Sloane
Looking in the bag, I pull out a bright pink hard plastic oval. Rolling it over in my hands, I realize it’s a cage for my cock. Grabbing the paper it came with, I read over the instructions and do as it says.
Once the click happens, I’m stuck, and with a glance around, I assume she must have the key. The rings inside ofit keep a tight clasp on my bits, and I don’t think I’ll even be able to get hard, but that’s the point.
Reaching for my phone, I pull up her location and see she’s not far from the house, about a five-minute drive in the middle of the forest.
I slip into a pair of shorts and grab a black shirt before heading out the door, worried the cage is visible, but looking, it blends in fine. I’m surprised she didn’t do this earlier in our relationship, but glad we can try it now.
Finding the area, I walk through the park and see her through a set of trees in a secluded area.
“Bout time. I didn’t think you’d ever get here.” Sitting on a black blanket, she has a basket next to her.
Looking up from her book, she grins wickedly at me, then sets it down and stretches out. Her thick legs are covered in thigh-high fishnets, and a black skater dress accentuates her look.
“Of course, Goddess, like I’d miss this for anything else?”
“You put it on?” She crosses her legs, and I sit on the edge of the blanket.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her gaze narrows as she glares at me, but she lets it go.
“What’s for dinner?”
“Dessert first, you need to make me cum.”
Sloane opens her legs, and I kneel before her, moving over her thong. I spread her open for me and inhale her heady scent. She’s already wet, and I want to devour her.
Licking around her clit, I slip a digit into her as I tease her to the edge. Inserting another, I devour her until she grips my fingers, and pressure pushes me out.
Diving closer, I drink her offering and continue playing with her until her hand grips my hair.
“Stop, enough.”
Pulling back, I glance at her and wipe my mouth. “Thank you, Goddess.”
I reach into the basket and pull out the sandwiches she’s made for us as she situates herself. Biting into the pastrami and cheese, I glance at her.
“How was your day?”
She finishes chewing and wipes the crumbs from her dress. “Productive. I’m excited for this punishment.”
“I deserve it. I’m thankful you hand them out to me.”
Sloane grins and takes a big bite. “Once we’re done here, we’ll head home. I have another surprise for you.” She finishes her sandwich, and I shove the rest of mine into my mouth. “Don’t choke… yet.”
Packing the little picnic she made, I don’t care about the rest of the snacks. The only thing I want is to get home and be whatever she wants me to be.
I’ve been craving this punishment because without it, I’ll drown in my negative thoughts. Each time Sloane corrects me and plans something, I know it will erase the chaos in my head, and we move forward on a clean slate each time.
Walking to her car together, she slips her hand in mine, and I smile to myself. Holding the door open for her, I toss the basket in the backseat and we drive home separately.
“You take care of this. I’ll be upstairs getting ready,” Sloane says, handing me the basket.
