Page 6 of Boo-ty Calls

Six

Archer

Walking into the living room, she isn’t there, and I can’t help but hyper-focus on what the punishment will be. Sloane is always full of surprises, but I hate not being able to touch her. It’s the hardest thing she doles out.

I find her in her office, reading a book.

“Can I help you? Or are you going to stand in the doorway all night?”

“Could go either way.”

She stretches her legs and taps her toes on the floor in front of her. “Make yourself useful?”

I tread into the office and kneel on all fours, but lower further onto my elbows so it’s not too high for her.

Once I’m in position, she puts my collar on, and when she rests on my back, I feel like I have a purpose.

Sloane is my whole world, but I’ve always felt like a worthless sack of shit. My parents never bothered to show me love. I work a shitty job and for a long time felt like life wasn’t worth the effort.

With her, she takes away the doubt, the guilt of not being more for her. In its place is only adoration and all the other things she provides for me.

“You take over, I don’t need you ruminating on your thoughts all night.” She tosses the book at me, and I open it and read from the chapter she has bookmarked.

Another dom age-gap story. She loves these, but I wonder why there aren't more like us out there. Our story should be written for others to read, and maybe they’d be able to find themselves in the pages.

I read her the next few chapters until my voice strains, and she taps me. “It’s enough. Let's go to bed.”

Staying on all fours, I wait for her. She walks around in her sock feet and puts things away before turning off the lamp next to me.

Squatting in front of me, Sloane lifts my chin and swipes her thumb across my bottom lip. “You were a good boy tonight. I need someone to cuddle me.” She smiles and clips my leash to my collar. We don’t use it often, but when Sloane’s in the mood, I do whatever she wants.

With a light tug, relief fills me, and I crawl behind her. Pins and needles float through my muscles, but after we reach the bedroom, I wait for her to be ready.

Sloane ruffles my hair and unhooks my collar. “You were such a good pet, come keep me warm.”

I’ve done well enough to be able to touch her tonight, and I’m thankful to lie next to her form. The soft intimacy of cuddling is what we both needed.

The next day drags like molasses on a hot day, itching to get home to see what Sloane has in store for me. It plays like a loop in my mind.

“Wanna go with us to get drinks?” Brian, the other manager, asks me, and I shake my head. “Bro, you never come out. Call that girl of yours and make it happen.”

I adjust my tie and look around the room as the new trainees are cleaning and leaving. “Can’t, my guy, maybe next time.”

“Pussy whipped,” he mutters. If he only knew.

I head out to the parking lot and get in my Jetta. Taking the back roads, I think about this job. It’s been a way to put food on the table and a roof over our heads, but I fucking hate it.

Day in and out of bullshit, no room to grow, and the commute sucks the life out of me. I’ve never explored what I wanted to do, I didn’t attend post-secondary, and although I’ve beat myself up over it, Sloane never does.

Every single morning when I leave the house, I want to quit, but I need to provide for Sloane, and this job does that.

After a bit, I turn up the volume of my playlist and belt out the lyrics because my thoughts cloud my head too much.

When I get home, her car is gone, and I wonder where the hell she could’ve gone. Working from home means she rarely ever leaves, unless I’m with her—which isn’t as controlling as it sounds. She gets overstimulated and has high social anxiety.

Climbing the steps, I head in and glance around the space, but can’t find anything.

I walk up the stairs to the bedroom and strip off my suit. We could wear business casual because no one sees us but other employees; but the big bosses would lose their minds.

On top of my dresser is a bag and a note. I rush to the shower and rinse off before opening it:

Archer,

Here is part of your punishment. Be a good boy and put it on. Then load my location and come eat dinner with me. I have your dessert.

—Sloane

Looking in the bag, I pull out a bright pink hard plastic oval. Rolling it over in my hands, I realize it’s a cage for my cock. Grabbing the paper it came with, I read over the instructions and do as it says.

Once the click happens, I’m stuck, and with a glance around, I assume she must have the key. The rings inside of it keep a tight clasp on my bits, and I don’t think I’ll even be able to get hard, but that’s the point.

Reaching for my phone, I pull up her location and see she’s not far from the house, about a five-minute drive in the middle of the forest.

I slip into a pair of shorts and grab a black shirt before heading out the door, worried the cage is visible, but looking, it blends in fine. I’m surprised she didn’t do this earlier in our relationship, but glad we can try it now.

Finding the area, I walk through the park and see her through a set of trees in a secluded area.

“Bout time. I didn’t think you’d ever get here.” Sitting on a black blanket, she has a basket next to her.

Looking up from her book, she grins wickedly at me, then sets it down and stretches out. Her thick legs are covered in thigh-high fishnets, and a black skater dress accentuates her look.

“Of course, Goddess, like I’d miss this for anything else?”

“You put it on?” She crosses her legs, and I sit on the edge of the blanket.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her gaze narrows as she glares at me, but she lets it go.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Dessert first, you need to make me cum.”

Sloane opens her legs, and I kneel before her, moving over her thong. I spread her open for me and inhale her heady scent. She’s already wet, and I want to devour her.

Licking around her clit, I slip a digit into her as I tease her to the edge. Inserting another, I devour her until she grips my fingers, and pressure pushes me out.

Diving closer, I drink her offering and continue playing with her until her hand grips my hair.

“Stop, enough.”

Pulling back, I glance at her and wipe my mouth. “Thank you, Goddess.”

I reach into the basket and pull out the sandwiches she’s made for us as she situates herself. Biting into the pastrami and cheese, I glance at her.

“How was your day?”

She finishes chewing and wipes the crumbs from her dress. “Productive. I’m excited for this punishment.”

“I deserve it. I’m thankful you hand them out to me.”

Sloane grins and takes a big bite. “Once we’re done here, we’ll head home. I have another surprise for you.” She finishes her sandwich, and I shove the rest of mine into my mouth. “Don’t choke… yet.”

Packing the little picnic she made, I don’t care about the rest of the snacks. The only thing I want is to get home and be whatever she wants me to be.

I’ve been craving this punishment because without it, I’ll drown in my negative thoughts. Each time Sloane corrects me and plans something, I know it will erase the chaos in my head, and we move forward on a clean slate each time.

Walking to her car together, she slips her hand in mine, and I smile to myself. Holding the door open for her, I toss the basket in the backseat and we drive home separately.

“You take care of this. I’ll be upstairs getting ready,” Sloane says, handing me the basket.

I pull out the uneaten snacks and put them away before tossing out the garbage and placing the basket in the storage room. Heading up the stairs, I peer into the bedroom. Her dress is gone, and a harness wraps around her curvy hips.

“I figured since you can’t control yourself, I’d control it for you.”

Holding the door frame, I watch her walk around the bedroom, pulling out the lube and the dildo she’s used on me before and attach it to the harness. Excitement zips through me, and I want to please her in everything.

“Strip down, show me your pathetic cock.” Sloane stares at me and raises an eyebrow before stroking the dick she’s wearing.

Ripping off my shirt, I take off my shorts and take a step into the room.

“Did I tell you to walk toward me?”

“No,” I mutter and gaze at the floor.

“Beg.”

Glancing at her, she’s so fucking hot. I bite my lip and kneel on the carpet. “Please?”

“Could you make it convincing?” Sloane arches her hip and looks at me in disgust.

Moving onto all fours, I say, “please, Goddess, let me crawl to you.”

“Better. Come suck this dick.”

The carpet is soft under my knees as I move to my place in front of her. I open my mouth, and she slides the head into my mouth. Sloane’s fingers run through my hair before gripping it tightly and fucking my face. I gaze up at her as she pulls at my tresses.

“You’re doing a good job. Make it super wet.”

Silicone fills my mouth, and I relax my throat as it enters, drool runs over my chin, wetness coats my cheeks. She pulls away, lowering herself to my level, her tongue swipes across my skin. “Your tears taste so fucking perfect.”

“Thank you,” I tell her.

Smirking, she slaps my face lightly before rising. “Lie down,” she directs me.

I do as she says and wish I could stroke my cock but know I don’t deserve it. Sloane coats my ass with lube and the toy. She slips two fingers inside me and thrusts slowly. I roll my eyes back, but she tugs at the cage to keep my focus on her.

“Relax for me.”

Melting into the floor, I practise the things we’ve done before getting ready for her. As the head of the dildo makes it past my tight ring, she continues. Buzzing fills the air, and I look at her intensely.

“Oh, I’m going to cum tonight. I’ve read that you will, but it won’t be quite as you were expecting.”

She pulls out of my ass and rolls her fingers. I turn over onto my knees and she enters me again. It’s so fucking good, my cock doesn’t harden, but every nerve in my body is ablaze. It feels like I could come at any moment. Every thrust takes me closer to the edge, but nothing happens.

Sloane reaches forward as she slams into me, gripping my hair. Her movements become jerky as she responds to the vibrator. “Archer, you’re taking me so well.”

“Goddess,” I whimper.

“Let it go, whatever happens.”

Pleasure courses through me, but nothing comes out of my cock even though it feels like I’m coming. Ecstasy moves through my body, and I bite my lip as I cry out.

She pulls out and rolls over. I glance down, but my cock is still soft, even though it felt like I’ve been coming for ten minutes.

“Cool, eh?”

“Yeah, that was intense. I don’t know where it goes, though.” I tell her as I flop on the floor.

She fiddles with the straps, and as her hands move too quickly, I help her take off the harness and bring the dildo to the bathroom to clean.

“I did research. I’d never put you into danger on purpose.”

I glance at her and smile. “Thank you. The punishment was perfect for what I did.”

We get into the shower together, and she washes my hair. Her nails scrape against my scalp, and being with her, everything is lighter. “I think you should wear it next time we play with anyone else. I don’t think you can be trusted anymore.”

I swallow, but she’s right. “Of course.”

Toweling off after the shower, she leaves and returns with the key. Unlocking me, she puts the cage away before we head to bed.

“Arch, thanks for being you.”

“Darling, I’m glad you’re still testing my limits.”

She kisses my shoulder before getting under the covers, and I slip in beside her. With her on my chest, everything seems right in the world. Through our troubles and strains, everything will always be okay.

It’s been a few weeks, and as I leave the bar with the managers, I think of talking to Sloane about quitting and finding something else for work. They’re all the fucking worst, and I don’t know how much longer I can work there.

I drive to the storage unit where I’ve been keeping her anniversary present.

Preserving the skulls was the hardest part after finding them. The delicate bird ones have held up, and they’ll be perfect for her bookshelves, along with the special limited editions I’ve ordered.

She deserves everything. Along with this, I’ve found a glory hole space that screens everyone coming in.

I think it’ll fit her needs perfectly. Visiting it on my own was awkward, but I wanted to make sure it was what she would want. There are pads and shelves for her to kneel on while she is fucked by someone else, and it seems like the perfect way to celebrate our fifteen years together.