Now, both of the girls looked utterly confused. She really hadn’t cleared anything up, but based on her inability to articulate or understand her feelings on the subject, I believed at the very least that Ashley was in love with Kim, and it wouldn’t have surprised me at all if Kim reciprocated. I could tell by their body language that the topic was sensitive to them both, and that they were both struggling to identify the nature of their relationship. I did not envy them their confusion.
After another stretch of silent communication between them, Ashley asked, “Does that answer your question?”
“Nope,” I began, “but it’s okay because I think I get it anyway.”
Now they were puzzled by my response, and Kim asked, “What do you get?”
I looked her squarely in the eye and asked, “Do you really want to keep going with this?”
Without missing a beat, Kim said, “Pass me the maple syrup.”
XXV. “Fuck,” I said.
We had finished breakfast, and the clock was floating around 2:15. I was thinking about work as I loaded the dishwasher as I remembered something important. Ashley had disappeared, leaving Kim and me to clean up.
“What’s the matter,” she asked.
I sighed before answering, “I need my headphones for work tonight, and I left them at my house.”
Kim agreed, “Yeah. Fuck.” She thought for a few moments before asking, “Are they special headphones, or can you use any old pair?”
I explained that I didn’t need my headphones, specifically, but I needed a good quality pair for work.
She said, “My father has a pair. Do you want to see if they’ll work?” Without waiting for me to answer, she ran upstairs, and I finished loading the dishwasher.
Ashley returned. “Where’s Kim?”
“She went to find a set of headphones.” I explained my situation as Kim returned to the kitchen with a rather nice Sony rig that was actually better than mine.
“This is perfect. Are you sure it’s okay if I use them?”
Kim handed me the set and said, “Yep, but if something happens to them, my father will kill me, and then I’ll have to kill you.”
“Got it.” I set the rig on a table in the den, and returned to the kitchen. “So, what are we doing now?”
Ashley said, “Jacuzzi until our food settles, then swimming.” The plan sounded good to me. Then she added, “But first, Kim and I were talking, and we think you should wear your cock ring until you go to work.”
“What?” I had heard what she said, I had simply been singularly unprepared for it.
“Put on your cock ring,” Kim commanded. “We want you nice and hard, just in case.”
I said, “Okay,” nodding in mild confusion as Ashley’s hand opened up to produce the ring. She must have pocketed the thing at some point, saving it for later. I’d felt my member awakening moments earlier at her first mention of the ring, and I knew I’d have to move quickly to get the ring on before I stiffened too much. It was in position after only a few seconds, after which she helped me reach full hardness with her hand.
“That’s better,” Ashley said. “Okay, jacuzzi.” Then she pulled me outside to the tub by my erection.
The sun was partially shielded by a thin layer of clouds as we arrived, and she said, “They ought to make leashes for these things.” Then, it hit her, “Wait, do they?”
“They do,” I said. “Not for this particular ring, but they make cock rings with leash hoops on them, and they also make collars for your cock that you can fit a leash to.”
She smiled up at me. “They make collars for my cock,” she asked. Kim smiled, clearly amused.
I tried to recover from my poor syntax. “Well, I didn’t mean your cock…”
She interrupted, “Oh, but I think you did.” She squeezed me firmly. “This is my cock.” Kim cleared her throat. “I mean, it’s our cock. Mine and Kim’s.” She turned to Kim, “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
Kim waved it off. “Don’t worry about it. Wait!” Then Kim turned to me, as serious as a heart attack, and asked, “Oh Dean, do you have one of these rings or collars we can attach a leash to?”
I chuckled and said, “As a matter of fact, I do have a ring and a collar, but it’s a little late now.”
“Damn it,” Ashley exclaimed. “Okay fine, but from now on, wear the cock ring for the leash.” Her eyes lit up again. “Actually, you know what? You should always have the cock ring on when you’re with us. All the time. You know, the one for the leash.” She looked to Kim for confirmation, and received it before clarifying. “Okay, from now on, whenever you are with us, you will wear the leash ring all the time, unless we say otherwise. Got it?”
“Got it.” Wow. Even my professional Domme hadn’t enforced anything like that on me. Of course, our relationship had been more intimate than a standard Domme/sub relationship, so there was a significant amount of leeway afforded me. I wasn’t sure how this new situation was going to pan out, but I’d give it a try.
My thoughts were interrupted by Kim. “Oh! You know what?” She looked at Ashley. “Let’s get the tail!”
Ashley’s eyes were wide as the sun as she looked at me. “Yes, let’s.”
I was apprehensive about what was coming. I’d gotten comfortable with the casual nature of our relationship, but the possibility of the new dynamic excited me, and I was eager to see if they could convincingly dominate me. She led me back to the den, again by my… Her cock, and told me to get the thing out of my bag. I dug for a few seconds before finding it, then a few more seconds to find the lubricant. I explained to her how it worked and how to fit it to me, then confirmed that she understood. Kim was smiling so big that I thought her cheeks would split.
Ashley said, “Okay, bend over.” I complied, placing my hands on the seating area of the sofa as I heard her open the tube of lubricating jelly. A few moments later, I felt the cool stuff on the ring of my bum, followed immediately by her fingers rubbing it around the entrance, and pushing a small ways into me. Then I heard the tube open and close again, and I waited.
“Oh, please let me,” I heard Kim say, and she really meant it. I was genuinely surprised, considering how she’d acted when I told them what the device was.
Ashley answered, “By all means. Remember, go slow.”
I heard them change positions behind me, then I felt the tip of the thing on me. I relaxed, preparing to receive the instrument as she pushed it gently into me. I opened to it, and she paused, apparently uncertain in her application. “Okay,” she asked, and I responded affirmatively.
She continued slowly and carefully, and I appreciated her caution. I felt myself gradually widening to accept it as she continued to push into me, filling me with the tool until it slipped into place.
She stopped and asked, “Is that it?”
“Yeah,” I told her. “You got it.” I was as hard as I had ever been, and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. No-one said anything, so I just waited for the command to stand… Or kneel.
Finally, Ashley asked, “Can you stand?”
“Do you want me to?” I hoped she would understand that I moved on their command.
“Yes. Stand up.” Slowly, I lifted my body upright, acclimating myself to my new ornament. Once I was vertical, I again waited for their words.