Then, like most people with nothing to do these days, I reached for my phone. Facebook notifications, meh. News feed, meh. Weather, meh. Emails - Witchery, eBay, ANZ, Paul....Paul! My Master had emailed me! Half an hour ago!
I immediately opened it but very quickly realised that this was a substantial email with numerous links and attachments, so I marched off to the living room and the work-desk that Dan and I both occasionally used and which has two big screens.
Laptop on. C'mon, c'mon, face recognition, Gmail, open and expand, master had been busy!
The subject line said Further Details and Instructions.
The first bit of the email was a lovely and kind of unexpected well-done for my service that day and some nicely worded compliments that gave me a fuzzy glow. I was particularly proud to read that the horrid dildo-in-throat abuse had been a test to see if and what I could endure without resisting, and that I'd exceeded his expectations by a large margin.
The next bit asked three questions and required me to send an immediate response.
Did it go OK with your husband - Yes/No.
Is he working tomorrow - Yes/No
If yes, what time will he get home?
Dan came through to see what I was doing and sat next to me as I started to reply. I noticed that his cock was back to its natural colour again but also that he held his balls as he sat, so I assumed they must ache a bit.
I typed away with my talons.
Did it go OK with your husband - Yes. Prefect. He's going to be my slave.
'See that babe's? Perfect.' I looked at him and put my hand on his. 'You're perfect babe's.' Then lifted his hand to kiss his fingers.
Is he working tomorrow - Yes.
'I could call in sick,' he said.
'No, you are sick, sick and twisted, thankfully, but I think we both need a bit of space to breathe for a day.' I thought that sounded lame but was more diplomatic than saying that I was hoping for more time with my Master. Dan made no objection, which pleased me greatly.
If yes, what time will he get home? - 5pm at the earliest.
I tapped on the screen with a nail, ensuring that Dan registered.
The next bit was all about Dan and instruction that, if all had gone well, we read it together.
Master noted that he'd ordered a cock cage in the largest readily available size but also noted that it would probably be a temporary measure. There was a link that took me to a page showing a pink plastic chastity cage with what looked like three different sized ring parts and it had a key for a sort of barrel lock on the top.
There was a tracking number and link - ETA between 10 and 2 tomorrow - Friday.
'Ooh, pink Dan! I like!' I said, 'So cute!'
'Looks a bit small,' he said, but I saw he was grinning ruefully.
There was then a bit about measuring for a more fitted cage with a link which took me to a page showing how to take the measurements if the pink one wasn't suitable.
Next came the rules.
No sex. At all. No touching my cunt or even my tits unless previously approved. Dan was allowed to 'worship' my asshole (which I thought was an interesting term) and that was it, other than the few things that would be detailed further down relating to my training and preparation needs.
It's hard to express why, but not being allowed to have sex with my husband turned me on massively. I think it was partly that another man had taken such complete control of me and my sexuality. He owned it. Owned me! And also partly that it was all just so wrong, so much the opposite of how a 'normal' marriage should be - my husband wouldn't get to fuck me, but other men would fuck me and use me. It was, in every sense, a perversion, and I loved that.
I kept going.
I was to book Dan in for a full body wax, ears down, at the earliest opportunity and was to pre-book repeat visits. I looked at the time and immediately picked up my phone. It was after 5 but my good friend Michelle answered and was still at the salon. Looking Dan in the eye I explained that we'd been drinking the night before, had made a bet and that Dan had lost. We laughed and joked a bit and I advised that, no, being blond Dan isn't the hairy type. She could fit Dan in at 12? An hour and a half?' Still looking at Dan I raised my eyebrows. He nodded.
'Prefect. He'll be there,' I assured her, and once a month thereafter for the foreseeable future. I said I'd probably come and watch for a bit too.
I hung up and looked at Dan. 'Noon, OK?' With a sort of wry grin he nodded.
Next - Dan was to remain caged for the foreseeable future with the exception of routine supervised release for hygiene but it then went on to note that this didn't entirely remove the possibility of Dan having an orgasm, (Dan was leaning forward to read this bit) and there was another link. This one popped open another window which showed what my brain took to be a girl with her face out of shot, wearing black thigh length boots and a lacy purple camisole top and leaning back against a sofa as she squatted on a dildo. It was a bit pixelated at first but then it cleared and the gif started playing its endless cycle, and there was a caption. It said - this sissy ejeculates through chastity cage thanks to the dildo stuck in her ass.
And sure enough, that 'girl' had a cock in a pink plastic cage and was spurting jets of cum all over the floor, and that was a pretty big black dildo in her ass.
I was speechless for a second, spellbound by the endless loop of spurting cum.
I sat back and looked at Dan. He looked at me for an instant, then back to the screen, and he had his arms in his lap.
'Show me,' I told him. He squirmed so I slapped at his arm and demanded, 'Right now!'
He sheepishly sat back and put his hands on the chair arms.
His cock wasn't fully hard, but it was on its way, and that was saying something after the big cum he'd had in the kitchen not long before.
'Well, well baby.' I made the window full screen and it doubled in size.
'You like that, don't you,' I said softly.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, and I leant across and put both my hands on his arm.
'Hey,' I said, 'it's OK! That is as sexy as fuck! I fucken love it! Next time you wanna cum baby, there you go.'
I turned back to the screen, minimised the hypnotic spurting sissy and scrolled down, there was still quite a bit of email to go.
I was now directed to open the first attachment, a compressed folder. Once opened there was about a dozen thumbnails so I double clicked the first which opened to show the sissy gif again.
I clicked next and we got a picture of a naked guy on all fours facing directly away from the camera with a fully clothed woman facing the camera and sitting on his hips with her feet between his speed knees. She was pushing her clenched fist in and out of his arse in a magical gif loop, and cum was pooling on the floor beneath his caged cock.
The next was the same couple in the same pose, though she was slightly differently dressed, and this time it was a huge dildo - in, out, in, out - of his hugely gaping asshole.
Next it was a naked guy on his back on a table with a leather clad redhead standing between his raised legs and fucking him with a strapon, and him cumming onto himself while she laughed and held her hands in the air to show it was a hands free cum.
Then it was a guy upside down with his back against a sofa, his knees down near his face, and a woman sitting on the sofa pumping up an inflatable dildo in his ass as he squirted cum out of his metal chastity cage onto his own face.
It went on.
I clicked next, next, next - the click of the mouse the only sound in the world. I looked at Dan, Dan looked at me. He squirmed a bit and I just knew that he'd seen these, or something very similar, many times before.
'You like, don't you babe,?' I said very softly. I reached out to touch his hand again. 'It's OK, I know you do. I love it too. I just wish I'd known sooner.' I stood, stepped over to him and gave him a tender kiss.
'Now,' I said, 'why don't you sit a bit forward so that you can see better. Come on, bum on the edge, now, spread those knees and give those poor balls some space.
This left Dan's half hard cock hanging in space and easy to keep an eye on it.
I quickly went through the gifs again, then to the next folder. This had a mix of still images and gifs, all of women wearing strapon cocks. Most of the women were wearing lovely fetish clothing of one sort or another, but some wore casual clothing, gym-wear and one a police uniform. Most pics were just the woman but some had a male counterpart who was invariably naked other than stocking and heels, all in a submissive posture like kneeling or on all fours. It struck me that my Master must have been very deliberate in his selection to have every single man dressed like that. A test to see what would and wouldn't be acceptable?
In all cases the dildos were big, the smallest maybe the size of Dan's cock and some at least twice that size. A couple even replicated horse cocks and one a giant dog cock. And yes, I'm a country girl, I know what horse and dog cocks look like.
Dan's cock was sticking out horizontal now and gently bobbing up and down.
The third folder was women, all dressed in wonderful slutty lingerie, leather or latex - or all three. All had pierced nipples and most seemed to have sizable labia piercings. All of them were fisting themselves, either in the cunt or the ass or, in two cases, both holes at once. I took this to be an indication of things to come for me. I wanted it now!
The last attachment was a single gif with a couple, both on all fours, side on to the camera, facing away from each other, with a big double dildo up both of their asses.
I looked over to Dan. 'We have got to try that baby. More than once.' He smiled and nodded shyly, still needing time to adjust I think.
Master had then written that he knew I did yoga but there were two things that might require practice and identified several of the fisting photos as escaped. The first was to be able to lay on my back with my feet back towards my ears and my elbows behind my knees. No problem, I could do that already. The next was twisting at the waist enough to be able to first myself from behind. I'd never tried but I thought I probably could. I knew I could first my cunt from the front because I'd done it, just to see if I could. It was awkward but I've got small hands.
The next part was probably also in relation to fisting. Master first noted that he expected effort and dedication, not just in service to him but to being more perfectly prepared and capable.
As an example he noted that I've never been able to take much more than half of Dan's cock in my arse (when had I told him that, or was it an assumption? (ass-umption?) and said that that simply wouldn't do, and that with practice I would be able to take all of a cock of a similar size, if not larger.
I noted two things - that I would be able to take, not should be able to take, and similar size, meaning I might get fucked in the ass by some big cock, but it wouldn't be Dan's. Who's then?
The next part was about my too-tight cunt and the need to remedy that through dedicated training.
My asshole would need training every other day except on work days, but my cunthole would get a workout every day.
Master said that there would be toys for this purpose but suggested that household objects or vegetables could be quite fun too, and this had been the bit that Master had alluded to earlier - the stuff that Dan could help me with.
