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I arched my back more to give Will a better angle, and Will groaned behind me. “Fuck, your ass is sweet.”

I have no idea how Will knew when I was about to go, but he ordered Davy to come just as I was about to, so the two of us came together, and then Will popped off as Davy and I were finishing up.

If I’m honest, the orgasm was a seven on a scale of ten, so not the best I’ve ever had, but they can’t all be tens.

However, the whole thing was more about being a shared experience, the three of us getting off together, and letting Davy have a positive sexual experience with a girl.

So even though the orgasm was only a seven, the entire thing was damned close to a perfect ten.

* * * *

Will

It was my job to get everyone cleaned up and into bed, but I needed a few minutes to recover from the orgasm. I dropped the condom on the floor beside the table and sat back on my heels.

“Hold her, boy. I need a minute.”

“I need a moment myself,” Micca said.

I reached forward and caressed the side of her adorable ass. It was too soon to talk about monogamy, but that was the goal — no more condoms, no more protection.

The world finally righted around me so I trusted my equilibrium, and I released Davy’s ankles from the table first, and then the carabiner holding them together.

“Stay put, boy. I’ll get Micca cleaned up and off you, and then you can clean yourself, use the toilet, and join us in bed. Playroom cleanup can wait until tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Master. Permission to wipe down the bondage table tonight? It’ll only take an extra couple of minutes.”

“Granted.”

Micca and I would use my toilet while Davy used the one in the jail cell, so it should work out okay. In a perfect world we’d all just fall into bed, but reality dictates we deal with germs and empty our bladders first.

I released Davy’s chest strap once I had Micca off the table, and then I walked her out of the playroom and to the bathroom ten feet down the hall and across from the playroom.

When the playroom door closed behind us, she noted, “So, he’s truly a slave and not an overblown submissive.”

“Yes, but I’m curious as to your logic.”

“You put him right to work. A submissive gets aftercare right away. Sounds like Davy will eventually get it, and I hope that’s the case, but based on what you said, there are times he has to clean up after a scene before he gets it.”

The toilet in this room is kind of around the corner from the shower, so one can use it without being seen by the other person in the room, and I motioned for Micca to use it first.

“Depends on the intensity, but yes, he sometimes has to clean the room and everything I used before he’s welcome in my arms in bed. He almost always gets some snuggling after a scene, eventually, but never after punishment.”

“Never?”

I considered how I handle theafterwhen he’s punished. “The day continues. I give him enough time to go wash his face and get his tears under control, and then we go on with our day.”

I stepped into the shower to wash my dick with the handheld piece so I didn’t get my hair wet. I figure I get ass germs on the root of my dick, behind the condom. Probably all around my dick, for that matter. I’d likely make Davy give me a blow job the next morning, so it needed to be clean.

She came out of the toilet area while I was in the shower, grabbed the baby wipes I’d put on the counter, and went back to the toilet area.

While I dried myself, she came back to the main part of the bathroom and told me, “I’ve been in love several times, but I’m kind of new to this whole power-exchange thing, so there’s never been romantic feelings with a submissive. I was given someoneto train during myrehabilitationtime, with someone overseeing us, and talking to me away from the slave I was in charge of, so I could think through how I was training him and not fuck it up. My decisions, but with guidance. I grew close to him, but he wasn’t mine and would never be. I was training him for someone else, and we both knew it the entire time. Still, you can’t help but grow close to someone you know inside and out, someone you’re responsible for — food, sleep, exercise, and everything else.”

“I was impressed with both the care you took of Davy, and the levels of pain you took him to. It’s good we both have similar styles.”

I opened a drawer and pulled a toothbrush still in the original packaging out along with two tubes of travel toothpaste — one with fluoride and one without, and pointed to the bottles of soap and lotion. “Use whatever you need, and ask if you need something else. Davy’s allergic to latex, so we have special condoms. He’s also sensitive to ingredients in a lot of commercial soap, so I find myself purchasing locally made goat-milk soap.” That wasn’t entirely true, so I amended it. “Or rather, I suppose it’s my house manager who does the actual purchasing.”

“I lived in a home with a huge staff during myrehab, including a stick-up-his-ass butler who managed all that stuff so the estate’s owner didn’t have to.”