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We found a laundry room complete with the kind of laundry detergent I, along with most shifters, use, and Will put the clothes in to wash them before we wore them. Will would be fine, but Davy can’t wear brand new clothes without risk of an allergic reaction, and that included rubbing against Will or me while we wore them. So, everything went into the washer and we’d change clothes later. There were also shorts and tees, probably for us to sleep in, though we usually all sleep naked.

An hour later, we sat down to our meal with a bottle of wine Will had found in the pantry. Nothing special, but it was decent, and I wondered who we’d owe for all this. Would Aaron bill Will for it? I’d need to check in with him and make sure that wasn’tthe case. I wasn’t sure I could afford the bill, but it wasn’t fair for Will to have to pay when it was my fault all this happened.

Will held his glass up and said, “To us! Trapped together in a room in another realm, and now in a cabin in our own world, and I don’t need some time to myself. I’m happy being with both of you, and I hope you both feel the same.”

We clinked glasses and Davy said, “I do, Master and Sir.”

I had to consider my answer before I made any promises, but I found that I felt the same as Will — I was good spending this much time with these two.

“I feel the same, and I know it’s too soon to talk about where we’re going, but the three of us just seem to work — in the bedroom, the playroom, and the kitchen.”

Will cut the lasagna pieces and doled them out. I cut a bite and blew on it because I’m not a masochist, and then moaned when I finally bit into it and all the flavors hit my senses.

Chapter 29

Davy

No one ever explained what happened that made it safe for us to go home a few days later, only that it was. We had different people guarding us at night, so I figured the risk was higher when the sun went down, but no one acted like we had to stay downstairs and super-secured at night, so maybe not?

Also, the daybed was back where it belonged when we got home. No idea how that happened, but it did.

And here’s another weird thing. Master knew someone who knew a kinky therapist, but then it turned out she was no longer taking patients, but she had another to recommend. It turns out, Kirsten was the therapist originally recommended, and she’d sent me to Dr. Woods, which is cool because I like him, but is it weird that Kirsten might’ve been my therapist if she wasn’t so busy being Queen of another realm? Yeah, it is.

There was a package waiting for us on the kitchen table when we arrived, though, and Master’s smile when he saw who it was from was about as sadistic and pleased as it ever gets. Just the look on his face made my dick go hard and my heart race in my chest. It wasn’t big enough to be a cane or a humbler. More butt-plug sized, or maybe nipple clamps?

It turns out, Master had ordered a custom-made contraption to go on my dick. As promised in our contract, it went through the PA and locked, so there was absolutely no way to get it off. It was way more comfortable than the devices I’ve worn in thepast, but also scarier. There was no way for me to get it off, short of finding someone to cut off, but since it was only on my dick and balls, I absolutely didn’t want that to have to happen. I guess that’s the point, though.

It went on for ten days and was supposed to come off the day before we left for Alaska. I’m pretty sure the idea was to make me look forward to that date, and maybe it did a little because having two Masters meant I got edged two or sometimes three times a day. They justlovedplaying with the slave when his dick was all locked up. Micca even made me wear a strap-on to fuck her!

The morning it came off was the day before we left for Alaska, and they pointed out I wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm while we were gone, so this ‘day of orgasms’ would be a last gasp for a while. I managed five in a fifteen-hour period, and the last felt like it might kill me.

Still, even with all the activity, it felt like we were barely back home when it was time for us to go to Alaska, and rather than fly private, we flew first class on a commercial flight. We went from Atlanta to Anchorage in around eleven hours, and then flew over an hour on a scary little plane, and then finally flew another thirty minutes in a helicopter that took us all the way to my grandparent’s side yard.

Malcolm and Ethel were waiting for us outside of a gorgeous log house —and I’m not sure what made it a house rather than a cabin. It wasn’t huge, but I guess with just the two of them, it was plenty.

It’d been the end of summer back home, or perhaps early fall, ranging from seventies to nineties during the day, but my phone told me it was forty-two degrees here.

I put my backpack on and tried to focus on getting everything off the helicopter rather than stressing over meeting my father’s parents. They’d ordered some supplies that were also on thehelicopter, and it took about fifteen minutes for us to unload everything so the helicopter could take off.

“I don’t suppose UPS makes it out here,” Micca said once the ’copter was gone and we could speak without yelling.

Malcolm shook his head. “We’re mostly self-sufficient, but it’s nice to order some creature comforts a few times a year. Sometimes we have things delivered to the nearest town, and then hike in and backpack it home. We have a dirt bike, too, and the snowmobile we can use in the winter. Please, come inside and I’ll show you to your room.”

Will had talked to them on a video call while I was at work before he’d bought plane tickets, and he’d let me watch the recording of it, later. He’d basically told them their grandson had always considered himself gay, but that he was now in a relationship with both a male and female, which made him bisexual, and then he’d shut up and let them respond.

Ethel had been quick to say she didn’t care who he slept with, and if he had two people who loved him then all the better.

Malcolm had been quiet and thoughtful while his wife talked, and he’d finally thanked Will for explaining the situation, and then he’d made sure Will understood the invitation was open to all three of us. He hadn’t given his opinion on our lifestyle, but he’d said we were all welcome, and he’d told Will the bed in their guestroom was queen sized, and asked if that was big enough for all three of us.

It isn’t, but Will assured him we could make it work by rotating who slept on the sofa. Tonight, it’ll be me and Micca in the bed while Will is on the sofa. Tomorrow night, Will and I in the bed. And the great thing about all of this is that Will and Micca will figure it out. I have zero say in who sleeps where.

“Solar?” Micca asked on our walk across the yard to the house, and Ethel answered, “Yes, with a walkway built so we can easily brush the snow off in the winter. We also bring propanein once a year, enough for the year — it comes up the river along with some rented ATVs and enough gas to power the chainsaw, motorcycle, and snowmobile for the year. It’s a big shipment, but there are trailers for the ATVs and we make it work. We take the ATVs back to the boat when we’re finished to turn them in, and we’re good for another good year-ish.”

I knew all that from watching hours and hours of their video, but I’d only shown Master and Sir the most important videos, like how they have both a composting toilet and an outhouse, and why that is.

“Ethel will talk your ear off about how we power all our gadgets if you let her,” Malcolm said. “Let’s get you inside and show you to your room so you can put your stuff down.” He looked at Micca. “Here little lady, let me get that for you.”

“Thanks for the offer, but we’re all fine with what we have. We worked hard to balance the load between everyone’s bags before we left, in case we ended up having to sprint across an airport. I appreciate the offer, though.”