The Lovers-Part 4.

Love is a beautiful thing. Done right, it can also be painful. To observe the two naked lovers in my dark oak hallway of mirrors and paintings, beside the mock orange tree, was reminiscent of some renaissance portrait of the first humans in the garden of Eden. Fern reached out a hand to touch Paulo’s — now somewhat more inflated — cock, fingering it approvingly. How innocent her smile seemed.

Paulo’s eyes met mine as I stepped into the hallway. A relaxed, leaning languidly against the wall and absorbed in the ensuing scene.

“Fern looks quite beautiful, doesn’t she Paulo?” I said, enjoying Paulo watching me drink in the sight of fern, so naked and willing to join with me in this exercise. Her capitulation, such as it was, opened the door to other little amusements in the future, no doubt.

Paulo started to laugh in the hysterical manner men do when they are trying to hold back a herd of fury.

“Mistress, this is very funny. I see the irony…” he shifted uneasily and added “…but please — tell me. There’s a key, right?”

I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot on the floor.

“Why of course, there’s a key, Paulo. Every lock has one. What is your point?”

He motioned to the lock fastening his fair Fern’s virtue. Fern waggled her hips at him, giggling. The locking mechanism rattled pleasantly. Presumably she was enjoying this as much as I was. It is always the nice girls…

“Oh.” I tittered, “That. Why yes of course.”

I reached in my pocket for something fit for the purpose. I found it. A silver dime, around the same shape and size as the key. Only a glint of it between the tight grasp of my fingers. Paulo was practically bouncing on the spot now. I crouched down on bended knee in front of Fern, meeting her eyes to wink at her, taking my time.

Then accidentally I dropped the dime through the grate of the air vent, where it rolled and disappeared into a soft descent into what presumably terminates as decades of dryer lint sediment.

“Whoopsie daisy…” I said in mock surprised. “Silly me. What an absolute klutz I am.”

“There’s a spare? Surely there’s a spare, Mistress?” Paolo was staring at me hopefully.

“I’m afraid not,” I responded.

“How about your other keys?” A note of desperation had entered his voice.

Oh, Paolo, don’t be silly,” I told him. “You know I order these from some wholesaler in Guangzhou and they’re not so very good at such details. I’ll simply have to get in touch with them and order a replacement. Don’t you worry about a thing. I’m sure it’ll be along soon. Maybe a couple of weeks. Not more than three.”

And with that Paulo fell to his knees with a little sob, staring at the grate. And there we shall leave him for now.

I do hope you’re enjoying this series. Be sure to leave a comment below, and to all of my boys in chastity, you know we’re going to just keep you there for the moment. Perhaps you’d like to describe how it’s going.

Mistress Katia Thornwood.

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