“It would’ve made my cage bounce, but I liked it when you did it at the club.” I really didn’t have the right vocabulary to explain how it felt but some kind of mildly irritating pleasure was the closest I could come up with.
“You’d have liked that, boy.” Master’s voice was somehow even lower that time and it hit just the right note like it was one of the sound mixes on my favorite app.
The almost thumping feel to his voice gave me the same pleased feel as the cage or being restrained had. “Feeling that wonderful sensation as it bounced and pulled on your cock. You’d know exactly who you belonged to.”
My Master.
What would he like to hear?
“You’d know I belonged to you too because of the marks you’d have left on me first.” Yes. I could do this. They were a sign of his claim. “Your flogger made me all pink, but I think you’d have liked to see deeper marks on me.”
I wouldn’t have pushed back against the idea. The warmer hug-like thuds were relaxing in a way I still didn’t know how to explain, but it’d been obvious they could impact my skin harder. He’d been careful because I’d never explored something like that before, but it felt like the first step into a hot spring.
If the comparison was correct, and I had every confidence it was, that meant I was supposed to inch deeper into the water until I found the perfect spot for me. Our initial exploration was perfect for relaxation but there might be other temperatures that would work well too.
Something about the flogger or maybe whatever images the deeper marks teasing had given him made my Master moan. “You were so sexy with all that pink skin on display for me, but I loved how deep you sank and how beautiful all that sweet submission was.”
So there was an erotic component to the flogging and he liked seeing the marks, but his favorite part was my turning over control to him.
“Being tied up for you was amazing and the thudding of the flogger felt good. It was like you were hugging me all over but your hugs were leaving marks. Do you think I’ll still be able to see them tomorrow?” I didn’t think so, but his moan was giving me conflicting information.
He liked something and was frustrated by something, maybe?
Thankfully, he didn’t make me guess.
His communication skills were top-notch.
“You’re treading on dangerous ground, boy. You really shouldn’t encourage me to mark you or leave my claim on you.” His words talked about being dangerous but I was fairly certain being claimed would be nice.
He couldn’t deny knowing me or being my Master if I was literally wearing his mark or something like that.
“If I was bouncing on your cock, what kind of marks or claim would you want to see on me?” Hmm. “My skin would be pink and you’d see the cage you put on me, but what else could you do to your boy?”
Ha.
Those sounds were definitely good because his tone had gone deeper again.
“God.”
Oh.
I’d heard that one online in several interesting videos.
I waited while my Dom groaned and made heavy breathing sounds. I wasn’t sure I’d know when he was done, but he had a smart sub and I could hear when he was relaxed again. “Was I tight around you, Sir?”
His chuckle was rough and almost sounded like a groan. “You were very tight around me and I loved the way you bounced on my lap. That cage...oh yes...”
It sounded like I’d done very well, then.
“I’m glad you got your orgasm, Sir, and that you had good visuals to enjoy.” It was nice to know he liked the way I looked. “And I did enjoy my cage and the flogging. I didn’t bring those up just to help you to orgasm.”
I wasn’t sure he needed confirmation on that, but it seemed helpful just in case. The internet had talked about people in this lifestyle worrying after their orgasms or after their scene had ended, and I didn’t want him to have those feelings.
“Thank you for making sure that’s clear.” His pleased sound gave me the impression of a cat stretching before curling up in the sun. “What did you think of hearing me jerk off?”
Would telling him it was interesting be rude?
He laughed before I could decide. “No editing your thoughts.”
