The House on Cinder Lane
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 21: The Commitment Ceremony
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: The Commitment Ceremony - In a world that ended in 2020, a 72-year-old widower with no prostate opens his door to three extraordinary women. Five years later, naked, titanium-collared, and complete, they prove love needs no working cock—only steady hands, overflowing trays, and hearts brave enough to burn clothes and build forever. Raw, explicit, tender, triumphant later-in-life BDSM poly romance.
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June 20, 2021 – One Year After Moving Day
The sun set at 8:27 p.m. exactly.
They had waited for it all day.
The backyard had been transformed.
White fairy lights strung through the old oak like a galaxy. A low, wide platform built from the same oak as the St. Andrew’s cross, draped in black silk. The stainless tray on its stand, polished until it reflected the sky. Three titanium collars (brushed, seamless, permanent) resting on a cushion of deep crimson velvet.
No guests. No witnesses but the fire pit, the stars, and whatever watched over men who kept impossible promises.
At 8:15 the four of them walked out naked.
Bob first, barefoot, wearing only the cracked leather vest from 1982. Susan, Nawana, and Alicia behind him in perfect line, day collars already removed, hair loose and shining (black silk, wild curls, straight midnight).
The air smelled of jasmine and woodsmoke.
Bob stopped at the platform, turned to face them.
One year to the minute since three U-Hauls had pulled into the driveway and three lives had ended so four could begin.
He spoke (no microphone, no audience, just the four of them and the coming dark).
“One year ago you crossed my threshold and burned your clothes. Tonight you cross another. These collars have no key. Once locked, they stay locked until the metal itself gives out or I do. There is no safeword for this. Only yes.”
He looked at each woman in turn.
“Susan.” “Yes, Captain.” Instant, steady, tears already shining. “Nawana.” “Fuck yes, Captain.” Laughing through tears. “Alicia.” “Yes, Captain. Forever.” Voice breaking on the last word.
He picked up the first collar (titanium, brushed, heavier than steel, warm from the sun).
Susan stepped forward.
She turned, back to him, lifted her long black hair.
He fastened the collar around her throat (snug, seamless, the hidden screw closure clicking shut with finality).
Then he moved behind her, hands on her hips, guiding her to bend over the platform (hands braced, legs wide, ass high).
He entered her ass in one slow, reverent push (no sleeve tonight, just skin and lube and trust).
She moaned (deep, open, prayerful).
He fucked her steadily (not hard, not gentle, simply claiming).
When the release came it poured into her (hot, endless, the first baptism).
He stayed inside until the last pulse, then eased out.
The overflow ran down her thighs in shining rivers.
He kissed the new collar once, tasting metal and sweat.
Susan straightened, turned, and knelt (titanium gleaming against olive skin).
Next.
Nawana stepped forward already shaking.
Collar locked (snug, perfect, red leather officially retired forever).
She climbed onto the platform on her back, legs spread wide, heels hooked over the edge.
Bob entered her cunt in one deep thrust.
She cried out (joy, relief, home).
He took her slow and hard (hips rolling, hands braced beside her head, eyes locked).
When he came it flooded her so completely she overflowed instantly (titanium collar rising and falling with every gasping breath).
He stayed buried while she came around him, then withdrew.
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