A nice golden glow

A fine mist enveloped Logan, covering his entire body in a thin layer of golden liquid. The mist smelled pleasantly citrusy, and Logan found himself becoming increasingly aroused despite his initial reservations.

He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flitting between Kyle and the mist machine. Kyle noticed Logan's mounting tension and moved closer, placing a reassuring hand on Logan's back. "Relax, Logan," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "Enjoy the sensation."

Logan nodded, his breathing deepening as he attempted to loosen his muscles.

"Thank you, Kyle," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "The gesture means a lot to me."

Kyle squeezed Logan's shoulder gently, his touch sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through Logan's veins. "Of course, Logan," he replied, his voice warm and comforting. "You know I take care of my slaves."

The assistant monitored Logan's progress, ensuring that the spray tan covered his entire body evenly.

Logan could feel the mist settling on his skin, leaving it tingling slightly as the tanning solution penetrated his pores. He couldn't help but glance at Kyle.

Kyle, noticing Logan's lingering gaze, tilted his head slightly and smirked. "Getting turned on, Logan?" he taunted, his voice husky and provocative. "I wonder why."

Logan blushed, his gaze darting away from Kyle's smoldering stare.

"Well, I suppose it's a natural reaction," he admitted, his voice low and shaky. "I mean, we're practically naked, right?"

Kyle chuckled, his eyes glittering with mirth. "Indeed, Logan," he agreed, his voice deep and resonant. "But it's more than that, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"Perhaps," he murmured, his voice dark and seductive. "You're feeling the sensual tension between us."

Logan swallowed hard, his heart racing wildly in his chest. "Maybe," he whispered, his voice strained and ragged. "I don't know anymore."

Kyle chuckled softly, his gaze never wavering from Logan's. "Well, Logan," he purred, his voice smooth and sinuous.

"You're almost done with your spray tan. Just a few more seconds, and we'll be free to explore our fantasies."

Logan licked his lips, his heart pounding in his chest. "Can't wait," he breathed, his voice low and eager. "But...what about Matty? He's still in the tanning bed."

Kyle smirked, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Oh, don't worry about Matty," he assured, his voice sultry and assured.

The tanning booth then shut down as Logan’s spray tan was over and he was left with a nice golden glow over his entire body.

The assistant helped Logan down from the platform and told him to sit down on a towel placed on the ground. Logan listened obediently and sat down, crossing his legs to wait until he dried off and his tan set properly.

After enough time had passed, Kyle came over and reattached Logan’s chastity cage and collar, although this time he made sure Logan got the collar which said ‘****’ and the ‘sissy’ collar was reserved for Matty when he emerged from his tanning session.

Logan quietly acquiesced, aware that protesting would be futile. Instead, he let the feelings of submission wash over him, embracing the strange dichotomy of pain and pleasure that his relationship with Kyle elicited.

Kyle held Logan's chin firmly and lifted his face upward, staring into the young man's emerald green eyes. "Logan," he said sternly, his voice filled with authority and dominance. "Remember that you must serve me faithfully."

Logan swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Kyle's mesmerizing gaze.

"Yes, Master," he murmured, his voice hoarse and reverent. "I understand."

Kyle released Logan's chin, his fingers trailing down the young man's neck and chest. "Good," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Because I'm going to demand everything from you, Logan."

Logan shivered, his pulse quickening at the promise of Kyle's demands. "I'm ready, Master," he gasped, his voice cracking with anticipation.

"Whatever you demand, I'll gladly comply."

Kyle nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good, get dressed." Kyle ordered Logan with a nod. "We've wasted enough time sitting in this booth."

Logan hurriedly pulled on his poofy dress, as he slid his feet into his heels, he stole a sideways glance at Kyle, who was back sitting in the waiting room.

"Kyle," Logan ventured cautiously, his voice low and hesitant as he approached. "May I ask you something?"

Kyle paused, turning to observe Logan with curiosity. "Go ahead, Logan," he prompted, his voice bored and dismissive. "Ask your question."

Kyle prompted Logan impatiently. Logan hesitated, his heart hammering in his chest. "Would you mind telling me...why you chose me?" he finally blurted out, his voice shaking slightly. "Why did you choose me to be your ****?"

Kyle's expression didn't change, his eyes remaining unreadable as he considered Logan's query. "It wasn't about choosing you, Logan," he replied, his voice cool and collected. "It was about you choosing me."

Logan frowned, his confusion evident on his face.

"I don't understand," he mumbled, his voice quivering slightly. "How did I choose you?"

Kyle shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's simple, Logan," he drawled, his voice slow and deliberate. "I sensed your desire for a powerful, dominant figure in your life. And I decided to fulfill that need."

Logan shook his head, his eyes darting between Kyle and the empty salon.

"But...but how did you know?" he stammered, his voice cracking with disbelief. "How did you know that I desired someone like you?"

Kyle smirked, his eyes glittering with amusement. "It's called intuition, Logan," he said smugly, his voice deep and self-assured. "And you can believe that I possess an abundance of it, I knew the moment I met you what you needed to become in order to feel fulfilled in life, so I helped you become exactly that.”

Kyle proclaimed confidently with a smirk, his voice resonating with conviction, pride, and dominance.

Logan was shocked at first, but ultimately realized that Kyle's explanation was plausible considering the circumstances that brought them together. He tried to think of a response to express his gratitude but fell silent, speechless in awe and appreciation.

"Now, Logan," Kyle commanded, his tone assertive and authoritative. “Let’s just wait quietly now until Matty is done.”