“Wait, are you pointing to the gargoyles?”
Excited, I nodded my head, tossing my mane with pleasure at being understood without needing words.
“That would be amazing. The bodysuits alone would be a challenge, just to sculpt them accurately, but talk about a way to blend wicked and sexy,” Daddy said, fishing his notebook back out again.
This time, he didn’t just write; he sketched while Murry and I stood drinking in the rest of the room and the scenes playing out around us. Impact, suspension, someone was even doing needle art and adding colorful feathers to a starburst pattern they’d already created in someone’s skin.
“Alright boys, gear change time, and we’ll come right back in and even see about getting you in line to dance in that cage,” Daddy said.
We’d known there would be a bunch of gear changes at the event, as we’d be showing off all the options available in Daddy’s collections, but as we headed back into the vendor’s room to collect the next change of gear, I really hoped Daddy would let me pick which outfit to wear, because I really wanted to dance in the cage in the imp gear he’d made me.
Aspen was too busy to do more than grin at us when we returned, because he was carefully helping a Pony Master fit his pet with gear, and when I looked closer at the pair, I saw that they had been at the races while we’d been over there. Score one for marketing, as Aspen would say.
“Daddy,” I said as he started leafing through the gear on the rack, “can I wear my imp gear, please? Murry could wear his new fairy gear, and we could show off the fantasy collection in the cage.”
He rubbed his chin, thoughtfully considering my suggestion before nodding and collecting them from the rack.
“I think that would be perfect, especially with the gargoyles on top of the cage,” Daddy said. “And if you are up there long enough, I might be able to create a rough sketch to fill in later and add to the growing collection of drawings on the website. Thank you once again for suggesting that I add them as well as some of the progress sketches. I’m a little shocked by how much attention they’ve garnered, but you were right when you said that people love watching how things take shape and become even more invested in something when they are treated to inside glimpses of a creation at different phases. The uptick in views to the website over the past few weeks has been staggering.”
I nearly tripped on the corner of a tote that was sticking out from beneath a table in my haste to hug him and paused to carefully nudge it back under completely so no one suffered an unfortunate accident.
“I love the ideas you share with me,” Daddy said when he finally had me wrapped up in his arms. “Please never stop.”
“I won’t, Daddy, not ever,” I said as Murry snuggled in against my side, turning it into a group hug that Aspen grumbled about not being able to get in on.
A short time later, in imp gear that was comprised of strips of leather and mesh and a badass cowl with horns and bat wings, we stood in line, next to get into the cage. My gear had wings and a tail too, and all that mesh left little to the imagination as the gear hugged my body like a second skin. Murry and I had already drawn a great deal of attention standing in line, but I knew we would gather more when we got up in the cage and they saw how we moved.
His fairy gear was like mine: leather and mesh, formfitting, with a double set of shimmering, translucent wings. Daddy hadcreated a cowl shaped like a leaf that fit perfectly on the top of his head and matched all the shades of green woven through it. Mine was black, gray, and a deep royal purple that contrasted the brightness of Murry’s suit perfectly, and I positively loved every inch of it, especially the shimmery silver strands woven through the mesh that twinkled whenever one of the laser lights struck it.
We clung to each other’s hands with Daddy’s arms wrapped around us to keep us from getting too bouncy and impatient while we waited. My naughty side was itching to come out, and the cage was so close, while the scene that was taking place inside felt like it had been going on forever.
Orgasm denial was an erotic game I enjoyed when I was the tormentor, like the two men in the cage who were teasing their third, but positively adored when I got to be the one who was being tormented. Something about riding that ragged edge really did it for me.
Yes! The cage was coming down.
Daddy’s hold on us prevented me from bounding forward and getting in the way of the group coming out of the cage, and it was a good thing too, because the attendant passed them a pack of Clorox wipes to use on the bars before Murry and I were allowed to go in.
“Remember the first time we did this?” Murry asked, head resting on my shoulder as the cage rose, Daddy growing smaller and smaller as we stared down at him. “I was so scared, and you went and started swinging the cage.”
“Got you over being scared, didn’t it?” I said, giggling when he poked me.
Of course the imp in me came out then, and I poked him back, moving around him in a slinky dance as a song we both loved hit.Do I want to know?by Arctic Monkeys had been one of our favorite songs to strip to, especially when we got to perform as a team. I slipped into our old routine, with a few added twists, as I tapped, prodded, and poked my fairy boy, who feigned indifference and stuck his nose in the air, attempting to ignore me, until I started lovingly stroking his wings.
First he turned and shook his fingers at me, his frosty stare slowly melting as I pressed my hands to my heart while tossing my head back like cupid’s arrow had just struck me as I slid to my knees in front of him. Murry played his part to a T, rebuffing me at first, even pressing one of his booted feet to my chest and pushing me away. I bent backwards, flattening myself against the bottom of the cage so Murry could step over top of me and dance, while I stared up at him, hands gripping his thighs, drawing wolf whistles from some in the crowd below.
I sat up when he stepped past me, spinning on my knees when he grabbed my hand and tugged me towards him, helping me back to my feet. The dance continued as I cornered him against the side of the cage where we shared a sizzling kiss that garnered cheers and whistles. As I drew back to stare down into Murry’s eyes, a shudder rippled through my body as Murry palmed my cock through the mesh and G-string I wore, rubbing until I rocked my hips to the beat, fucking myself against his hand.
It was his turn to shine now, as he caressed, ghosting kisses along my collarbone, the mesh preventing me from feeling the full effect, but it was still enough to raise goosebumps. He trailed a fingertip over the mesh on my hip, caressed my thigh, and tugged me until our bodies were pressed together so he could grind against me. Hot as sin and as wickedly provocativeas when we’d been dancing at the club, we played to every shifting beat of that song, nearing the end of it with me pinning Murry’s hands over his head as I yanked him into a scorching kiss, my free hand planted firmly on his ass.
“Mine!” I snarled against his lips, tugging, rocking his lower body against the thigh I’d wedged between his legs.
He rolled his hips to the beat as it faded away, the final moments of the song lost as our kiss deepened again. There were people cheering, while others clapped and whistled, then Daddy’s voice proudly rang out, letting everyone within earshot know those were his pets. I’d dreamed of moments like that when I was younger, though I’d known my folks would never show up for any kind of school programs or performances. Having him fulfill that for me now, in this magical place filled with every implement of exquisite pleasure the mind could dream up, meant the world to me.
Knowing how hard it was to wait for our turn in the cage, I signaled for the cage manager to bring us down as soon as we’d broken the kiss. It was time to get back to work and give the onlookers who’d been admiring us from afar closer looks at the amazing gear Daddy had made.
There was so much applause when the cage touched the ground, and the attendant opened the door to allow Daddy to sweep us into a great big hug. He even wiped the cage down for us while we took a bow and remembered to pass out cards to appease Aspen. Daddy was quick to rush to our sides when people started surrounding us to get a closer look at the gear, though.
Like at the club, people knew not to touch what wasn’t theirs, but Daddy did give permission for a few of them to touch the gear, especially our wings and cowls. When it came to the mesh,he gently tugged it away from our bodies so they could feel it without putting their hands on one of us. I’d noticed more and more pets in the room as the day went on, some varieties Daddy hadn’t started making gear for yet. Each time we’d seen one like that, we’d pointed them out to him so he could jot the type of pet down for consideration later. A beaming Murry held out his hand to me, and I grabbed it and held on tight while people continued flocking around to admire our gear, proud to share this moment with him.
