Saturday afternoon is Butler’s usual scheduled release time. While we are on vacation in Florida we do not have sex. I think it’s good for him to go without for a while each year and I know Heather appreciates his celibacy. Usually, I don’t keep him locked constantly. Each week, I manually manipulate him while I verbally humiliate him. It’s not a long chore. He usually orgasms quickly. I alway give him a time limit. I occasionally find some flaw in his service, and I will skip a week to keep him sharp. If I skip a week, I put him in his cage to assure his compliance. I believe he would tell the truth, but I also want to avoid nocturnal emissions. We have discovered that this regime reinforces my dominance and his submission. However, after we “socially distanced” him because of the virus, I am no longer able to offer him even that small consolation.

I admit I was feeling a bit sorry for him. I wanted to give him a moment to let him know I appreciated his complete cooperation about everything. We are in this together. This morning I left him with very specific instructions at the door. After lunch, he reported on his knees with those items that I required.

The double glass doors from the living room to the back porch were open but the curtains were drawn. I readied myself and had Suzie draw the curtain. Butler knelt naked about six feet from the door. Inside, also naked, I sat on the couch facing him with my legs spread. He has almost not seen me naked for two months. I loved this moment. I could feel his passion wash over me like a wave.

As instructed, Suzie threw him the keys to his chastity cage. He quickly removed it and instantly began attaching the small pile of clothespins he brought onto his nipples and testicles. Suzie sat beside me on the couch. He had read my rules. He could not touch himself until Suzie was between my legs. We lingered for a while kissing on the couch. I have sensitive nipples and Suzie can almost bring me to orgasm simply by sucking on them. I purposefully was giving myself an advantage. Almost there, I reached over to the side table and twisted the dial of an old fashioned kitchen timer. I pulled Suzie?s head between my legs and Butler started pulling on his flaccid penis. Butler knew, as usual, that he had a time limit. If he were unable to orgasm within five minutes he would have to beat the tops of his thighs with the belt he had brought.

I had guessed that Butler would be unable to achieve an erection while he was in so much discomfort from the clothespins on his testicles but I was wrong. Maybe it was what he was seeing or it was because of how Suzie had been teasing him all week but I noticed that he quickly became hard. All three of us did our best in a race to finish. He tried valiantly, but I could tell the clothespins were distracting him. When I realized that he was not going to make it, the thought of his frustration, and with the help of Suzie?s administrations, I was soon deliciously over the top. I clutched the back of Suzie?s head and cried out. About thirty seconds into my afterglow, the kitchen timer went off. I heard Butler?s stifled scream of desperation. It was too late for him. His five minutes were up.

He collapsed, hunched forward, breathing heavily. Several moments passed. Butler slowly straightened up and began removing the clothespins, and as anticipated, they hurt more coming off. His erection flagged with the pain. He was able to cram his defeated cock back into its cage. It was wonderful to watch. It was a perfect victory that I assumed was over.

However, from the hallway I heard Heather. Obviously, Suzie had told her of our plans. She had been waiting, out of sight, to see the outcome. If it had come out differently, she would, no doubt, have quietly withdrawn but this opportunity to humble Butler further was too rich to pass up. She swept in and sneered, “I see he’s too old and weak to orgasm like a man!” She sat beside me on the couch, hiked up her skirt and pulled Suzie’s head toward her center. To Butler she snarled, “I understand there is a punishment for being such a wimp. Do it slowly and hard. I want to hear the leather hitting your legs.”

Delighted to see Heather join in our games, I leaned over and began kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. I could hear the leather smacking the thighs of my slave and all felt right with the world. I’m afraid that we pulled Suzie back and forth a couple of times while Butler kept up the beat. Finally, Heather and I were done. She rose and gave Butler a wintry and distant smile. She made the little personal sound she makes when she wants Suzie to follow her. Suzie scurried after her hoping, I’m sure, for her own release.

I was barely able to motion to Butler to stop beating his thighs while I sank blissfully back into the couch. i must have slept because I don?t remember when he stiffly stood up, gathered his things, and crept away. He knew I was pleased with him. I was done with him for the day. He never fails to please.