his pets

31. perfect harmony

Their gazes held for a moment longer before Lily took the initiative, her hand sliding down Oliver's chest to the waistband of his pants. She could feel his cock straining against the fabric, and she knew he was as desperate for release as she had been. With trembling hands, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing him. He was already hard.

Oliver gasped as she took him in her hand, her touch tentative but sure. 
She leaned in to kiss him, her hand moving slowly over his body.
Each touch, each caress was a silent declaration of her love for him, a promise to serve him as faithfully as she served their master.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, guiding them toward a shared climax. Lily felt Oliver's muscles tense, his breath quicken. And then, with a guttural groan, he spilled into her hand.
They lay there, entwined and panting. The silence that filled the room was filled with the unspoken understanding of what they had just shared.
They had proven themselves worthy of the trust Christopher had placed in them, had shown that they could handle the responsibility of their roles without his direct guidance.

Christopher's voice, soft and warm, broke the silence. "You have done well, my pets," he said, his footsteps approaching the couch.
"You have shown that you truly understand the depth of your bond."
They turned to face him, their eyes shining with a mix of pride and anticipation. He offered them a gentle smile, his hand reaching out to stroke Lily's cheek. "Now," he continued, "it's time for you to rest. You've earned it."
With a graceful gesture, Christopher opened the door to the velvet-lined cage in the corner of the playroom. It was a space they had become intimately familiar with, a symbol of their submission and unity. Lily and Oliver exchanged a knowing glance before rising from the bed and making their way over to the cage.
They stepped inside, their bodies fitting together as if made to share the confined space.

Christopher secured the lock with a soft click, the final act in their ritual of submission for the night. The cage was large enough for them to lie down comfortably, their bodies nestled together, but the bars were a constant reminder of their roles within the trio. Lily felt a warmth spread through her as she curled into Oliver's embrace, his arms wrapping around her protectively. The cage was their sanctuary, a place where they could truly be themselves without fear of judgment or repercussion.
The velvet lining was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion-filled evening. Lily felt Oliver's chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, his heartbeat a soothing metronome. She snuggled closer, her cheek pressed against the soft hair of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin seep into her bones.

Christopher watched them from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had molded them into the perfect submissives, a testament to his skill and their willingness to submit. The way they moved together, the trust in their eyes, it was all because of the structure he had provided.
He approached the cage, his hand sliding through the bars to stroke Lily's hair. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Oliver, ever attentive, nuzzled against Lily's neck, his hand sliding down to her collar, a silent declaration of his love and ownership. The three of them were bound by more than just the physical, their hearts and souls entwined in a dance of power and submission.

Christopher stepped back, his gaze lingering on them. "Remember," he said, his voice a low rumble, "you are to remain in the cage until I release you in the morning." His eyes held a glint of excitement, knowing the anticipation would only serve to strengthen their bond. "Use this time to rest and reflect on your journey so far." With a final nod, he turned off the lights, leaving them in the gentle embrace of each other.

The darkness was absolute, the only light coming from the dim glow of the city outside their window.
The cage, once a symbol of confinement, had become their shelter, a place where they could find solace in their shared submission.
Lily felt a profound sense of belonging, her body fitting perfectly against Oliver's, his warmth seeping into her bones as she finally fell asleep.