his pets

32. tested

The next morning, the beats grew louder, gently rousing them from their slumber.
The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft, golden light across the room. Lily blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the sight of the velvet cage and the man who lay beside her. Oliver stirred, his arms tightening around her as he too woke to the reality of their situation.

Christopher entered the room and unlocked the cage with a quiet click, his eyes alight with a mix of affection and dominance. "Good morning, my loves," he murmured, his hand reaching through the bars to caress Lily's cheek. She leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm against her skin.
Oliver stretched languidly, his eyes opening to meet their master's gaze. "Thank you, Sir," he said, his voice still thick with sleep. "For everything."
Christopher's smile grew. "You are most welcome, my pet," he said, his voice filled with affection. "Now, rise and prepare for the day. We have much to do."

They climbed out of the cage, their bodies slightly stiff from the night's confinement, but their spirits were high. Lily and Oliver moved in unison, their actions synchronized by the rhythm that had become a part of their very existence.
He handed them a pair of shorts for Oliver and a short skirt with a skimpy top for Lily. They quickly set to work dressing each other with trembling hands, the fabric a mere whisper against their sensitive skin.

The clothes were a stark contrast to the confines of the cage, a reminder of their role outside of it. They were to serve, to obey, and to do so with a grace that reflected the dominance of their master. As they dressed, they exchanged glances that spoke of a shared excitement, a silent agreement to give themselves fully to the day ahead.

Christopher led them to the kitchen, his hand firm but gentle on the small of Oliver's back, guiding him through the house they had come to know so well. Lily's stomach growled, a reminder of their human needs amidst their devoted servitude. He gestured to the kitchen, and they moved with a practiced efficiency that came from countless mornings like this one.
Oliver took charge of the stove, flipping bacon with a skill that would have made any chef proud. Lily sliced avocado and tomatoes for the toast, her movements precise and delicate. They worked in silent harmony, their bodies moving in a dance of submission and service that was as natural to them as breathing. The air crackled with a potent blend of desire and anticipation, their hearts racing in time with the ticking clock on the wall.
Christopher took a seat at the breakfast nook, watching them with a keen eye that missed nothing. He enjoyed the view of his two beautiful submissives, their bodies moving in concert, their eyes focused solely on the task at hand. The smell of breakfast grew stronger, the aroma of coffee mingling with the rich scent of the food.
Christopher felt a thrill of power knowing that Oliver and Lily would do anything to satisfy his hunger, both physical and otherwise.

Oliver plated the perfectly cooked bacon, the strips arranged in a neat fan, and placed it before Christopher. Lily followed with the toast, each slice adorned with a precise spread of avocado and a sprinkle of salt and pepper.
They both knew better than to speak unless spoken to, their eyes downcast, awaiting his approval. The clink of silverware against porcelain was the only sound that broke the silence as Christopher took a bite, savoring the flavors. His nod of satisfaction was their cue to serve themselves, and they did so with a quiet grace that filled him with pride. The food was simple but exquisite, each bite a testament to their dedication to pleasing him. The warmth of the coffee spread through Oliver, chasing away the last remnants of sleep.
He felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to find Christopher's gaze upon him, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"You've done well," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "But remember, the day has just begun. There's much more for you to do."
Oliver felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He knew that Christopher's praise was never just for the moment, but for what was to come. They ate in silence, the occasional clink of a knife or a soft moan of pleasure the only sounds in the room. The food was delicious, but the anticipation of the day's activities was the real nourishment.

"Today, we will explore new boundaries," Christopher announced as they followed him back to the playroom. The anticipation was palpable, a tension that tightened Lily's stomach into knots. What new lessons would they learn today? The room was bathed in a soft, red light, the walls adorned with various toys and restraints. In the center stood a large, gleaming St. Andrew's cross.
"You will both be tested separately," he said, his eyes flicking between them. "Your challenge is to resist the urge to speak unless you are given permission."
Lily nodded, understanding that this was a test of their discipline and trust.

Christopher approached Lily first, attaching her wrists to the cross with soft leather cuffs.
She felt the cool metal against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound, letting it guide her breathing.

Oliver was secured to the wall opposite to her, his arms stretched out wide, a blindfold over his eyes.
Christopher began with Lily, his hands gliding over her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Each touch was precise, deliberate, a question that demanded an answer in the form of a gasp or a moan. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to speak, her eyes flying open every time a new sensation overwhelmed her.

As Christopher worked his magic, Oliver's own desires grew. The muffled sounds of Lily's pleasure were like a siren's call, tempting him to break the silence.
He strained against his restraints, his body aching to be a part of the scene playing out before him.
But he knew the rules, and he knew the consequences of disobedience.
Their training had taught them well, and Lily remained silent, her breathing the only indication of her growing arousal as she felt herself quickly approaching her orgasm.
Finally, with a gasp, she fell over the edge, her body convulsing with ecstasy. She hung there, panting, as Christopher unbuckled her from the cross, his touch tender and loving.

He turned to Oliver, whose body was rigid with desire. Lily watched, her eyes gleaming with a mix of love and lust, as Christopher approached him.
Christopher began to touch Oliver, his movements a mirror of the ones he had used on Lily.
He bit his lip, his eyes squeezed shut, fighting the urge to beg for more. Lily felt a pang of envy, her own body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Finally, it was Oliver's turn to succumb to his master's touch.
His body arched, a silent scream of pleasure echoing through the room.

As Christopher released Oliver from his restraints, the three of them stood together, their hearts beating in unison, their souls forever intertwined.