Secrets

Chapter 2

It seemed as though I was trapped on my knees for hours, rocking back and forth, grinding against and onto the dildo. I had no alternative to obedience, and to perform for him, knowing he could be watching whenever he chose to. He knew enough about me to cause me serious problems but I knew deep down that that wasn't the real reason I was obeying. The truth was that it felt good.

It was starting to feel good to experience the dildo inside me, grinding against my prostate and making me tingle and leak, but it was feeling even better to know that I was submitting to him and that it pleased him. I felt the power of his arousal radiate all through me. When I heard him cum, because of his use of me, it was strangely thrilling.

"Very good, slut, You may stop, but stay on your knees with your ass full while we chat," Master's voice boomed, startling me.

"Thank you, Master," I answered, and stopped, taking a deep breath.

"I'm already having such fun with you. I trust that you wish to continue submitting to me and giving me your obedience?"

"I do, Master," I replied, noting he hadn't even bothered to mention the power his knowledge gave him over me.

"Good slut. Does your ass feel nice and stretched? Starting to feel a hunger for a real cock inside you, bitch?"

"It feels well used for sure, Master. I... I don't know if I'm ready for a man to take me..."

"Your hunger to obey is obvious. So is your need to serve and service men. We've already talked about how you spend more time dreaming about cock that you do about pussy... even when you have a wife to fuck right there at home. The only thing that makes sense is to see and accept the truth, and then to prepare for it."

"Yes, Master," I said, thinking it all sounded so logical when he said it.

"Run down for me again what toys you've got hidden away in your house, slut."

"I have my chastity cage, three different sized butt plugs, three pairs of panties, a bra, and a pair of nipple clamps, Master."

"That's not nearly enough, not for an obedient little kinky slut like you. What a shame we didn't have this talk before you went over to the shop to pick up your dildos. Oh well, the day is still early."

I didn't have my watch on and my phone, propped up and aimed at me, was out of my reach, but I imagined it was sometime in the middle of the afternoon on Friday. My wife had taken the day off for her trip and I was to be working from home.

"You'll just have to get dressed again and head back over. I wonder if the same people will be working there. We'll have to send you there with a proper list this time, so you don't forget anything."

"Yes, Master," I said, feeling my cheeks warm at the thought of just the look from that girl at the cash, having sent me home just hours previously with three large dildos and now seeing me back for more.

"In fact, I have an even better idea. Since I now know exactly which store you'll be going to, I can just call them and have a chat, so I will have a list there waiting for you, and some helpful staff member can help you find everything. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"That sounds very embarrassing, Master... having someone else know all the toys you're sending me there for, and that it is you sending me for them."

I didn't have to say that it was humiliating for me to be sent there by another man, as his laughter in response convinced me that he understood my mind very well already.

"Well, perhaps I meant it sounds very fun for me, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself too."

"Yes, Master."

"Good slut," he said. "No time like the present. You may now dismount. Pull your panties back up, clean your toys, and get dressed. Take another photo of the chastity key and email me both of those so far. Put your new vibrating plug back in and make sure it's on, and then you can head over to the shop. I'll make sure that everything is ready for you once you get there."

"Yes, Master. Thank you Master."

"I do love it when you thank me for using you, slut."

I blushed.

"I... I mean it, Master," I stammered. "It feels good to submit, and you seem to know very well how to use me, Master."

"I appreciate that, my little sissy bitch. Trust me, we're going to have a lot of fun. But for now, it's time for you to get ready to go."

"Yes, Master," I answered, and I heard the sound of the video call ending.

I felt the dildo slip from me as I crawled forward, leaving me with an empty, used feeling. I could physically feel that I had been opened up and that the training of my ass had begun. I felt a private humiliation as I noticed just how easy it was to get the vibrating plug inside me. Once it was back inside, I pulled my panties back up and then got dressed in my jeans and hoodie, hiding the truth of my submission and predicament. I stopped in the kitchen, taking a photo of the key in its glass, trying to judge if the water looked closer to being frozen solid. I sent both photos off, then got in the car and started my return trip to the store, wondering what kinds of torment and humiliation was awaiting me.

The vibrating plug teased me continually. Just when I thought I was getting used to something, it would change, keeping me on edge, and keeping my trapped cock leaking and throbbing. My mind returned to the sight of the key, soon to be frozen solid in a cup-shaped block of ice.

When I pulled back into the store's parking lot, I sat for a moment, breathing deeply and building up the courage to face what was ahead of me. I knew, however, that I had waited too long when I felt the plug start to hum and buzz and shake almost violently. I took one last deep breath, then headed inside.

The same girl as before was still working -- but I had fully expected that to be the case. The plug was at a steady hum and my face was red already. My first instinct was to start to browse anonymously through the aisles, but I had not been given anywhere to start, so I resigned myself to accepting my fate. I slowly approached her as she was fiddling with small stock items at the cash desk.

"Excuse me," I managed. "Uhm, I was told that a shopping list would be left for me here?"

She lifted her head slowly and smiled.

"Are you David then?" she asked.

"I am," I confessed, blushing to hear my name spoken aloud by a stranger in this context.

It was silly, of course, as I'd just been there and had made a purchase with my credit card, but her lips forming my name while she smiled so knowingly affected me in a way beyond cold logic.

"Excellent. Your Master did call, and he sent along quite a list," she said. "I think you're going to have a very fun few days! Let's get started. You'd better grab a basket: there's a lot on this list."

She came out from behind the counter and I took one of the plastic baskets and followed along behind her. She was methodical and quick, clearly enjoying herself, and she started by leading me to a back corner of the store where there was a full wall display of leather and steel collars.

"I find it is best to start with the basics, and with things that get you in the right frame of mind. I was thinking about this one for you," she said, and she took down a black leather collar with steel rings mounted at the front and sides, with a gleaming buckle in back.

She didn't hesitate or ask, she just just lifted it to my neck and buckled it on. I looked at her dumbly, frozen in place, as I felt the strong, soft leather encircle my neck.

"Oh yes, that's perfect for you," she said. "Well, almost perfect. You just need this,"

I hadn't even seen her pick up the chain leash but she clipped it to the ring at the front of my collar quickly and expertly, and she held on to the looped leather handle at the other end.

"Yes, that's right. It suits an obedient submissive like yourself," she said. "I think I'll hold on to this for while we shop."

"Oh... okay," I mumbled, but she was already moving on, now able to tug at the leash to make sure I kept up with her.

I could barely keep track of the things she was dropping into the basket with the speed and preparedness she was bringing to the task. I saw a blindfold, some gags, clothespins piling up, and then larger items like a spreader bar and even breast forms. She put in a couple more dildos and vibrators, along with a strap-on harness.

"How would I use that?" I asked.

"The harness?" she said. "Oh, baby, it's not all about you. I can see from your ring that you're married, so maybe your wife will want to peg you sometime."

"Oh... okay," I mumbled, and I felt lost, wondering if that addition was coming from her or from Master.

All through the shopping trip, the plug was humming and shaking its way through so many different patterns and levels of intensity that it seemed impossible to think or focus. I would lose track of what aisle we were in or what latest toy had been added to the pile. I realized I was losing control. I realized that the shopgirl was speaking to me, and I didn't know how long I'd been distracted.

"Lost in lust, were you honey?" she laughed.

"I... I guess I was," I replied.

"I thought so. I've kind of seen this before. You've got a toy in, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," I blushed. "I have a remote control plug in, and he's controlling it."

"I know. He told me. It's cute how quickly you confessed. Let me guess: locked in chastity too?"

"Yes," I answered, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

Without warning, she reached down and cupped the front of my panties, giveing a bit of squeeze, then laughed.

"Sure, somewhere in there is a wrapped up bundle of need, getting more and more desperate by the minute," she said. "Good luck to you, because I think your new Master really has your number. Now, hold still."

I obeyed and stood there as she pulled out a fabric tape and seemed to be taking some measurements of my body, jotting down numbers on a scrap of paper. I held my position, watching her and feeling the basket of joys just feel heavier and heavier.

"Okay, come with me," she said, giving a tug on the leash as well.

She led me to a section of the store filled with clothing that looked somewhere between a stripper's clearance sale and slutty Halloween headquarters. She ran through the racks, looking for my size, and by the time she finished her search, she had added a slutty cheerleader outfit, a maid's uniform and a cartoonishly whorish Catholic schoolgirl's outfit to the pile of my purchases.

"That ought to do it," she said, satisfied, then led me by the collar back to the cash desk.

The cost of it all staggered me. I realized I was not just going to have to hide the credit card bill when it arrived, but I was also going to have to pick up some extra hours to cover the extra expense. I carried my purchases back to the car, feeling their weight. The plug inside me kept me from feeling too self-conscious or guilty, as Master's control just made me leak and throb and ache for more.

I was about halfway home when I realized that I was still wearing the collar. The leash was just dangling down from my neck but I had been so distracted or horny or lost in subspace that I just didn't notice. Once at home and inside, I laid out all the purchases and started to unwrap them and get them out of their packaging, so they would all be ready should Master decide he wished any of them put to use. Seeing it all at once, there was just so much. I realised it was going to be a real challenge to find a place in the house to hide it all, before Jane was due home -- but that was an issue for much later.

I started to wonder why Master had not spoken in so long. I checked my phone and the connection was still live. He had likely heard every bit of the interaction between the shop girl and myself, but he had not interjected at all.

"Are you there, Master?" I asked out loud, my voice sounding so weak and nervous in the empty house.

I heard him laugh in response.

"Oh, so needy are you? Are you missing me already? Do you need your Master to control and command you?"

"Yes, Master. I do."

"It is such a shame that your wife doesn't know what an obedient little whore she has at home."

I blushed. I felt so aroused but guilty at the same time. I loved my wife but we had slipped into a sexless life over the years. It was as if we both knew there was something about the other that just didn't push the right buttons, but we were too invested in what we did have to have those difficult conversations. I knew, for myself, that I was afraid of it because I just imagined that it would only lead to us separating, which was a thought that just made me feel deeply sad.

With Master in my mind, I could escape all that fear, if just for a few hours or, as the case seemed to be for now, a few days.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"Little does she know that she married someone who seems like he would much rather serve men and dream about sucking their cocks. Is that true, slut? Is that what you dream of?"

"Yes, Master," I confessed.

"You sneak away and dream about big strong men taking control of you, owning you and dressing you up and playing with you, while your poor wife probably has to turn to her vibrator, just to get some physical pleasure."

"Yes, Master," I said, letting those feelings about her need and denial sink in.

"What would you think of her taking a lover, slut? Would you be secretly thankful that she was getting pleasure without you? Would you like to think about a real man fucking her instead of making her masturbate in the shower?"

"I... Yes, Master. Yes, that would be better. Better for her."

"I knew you'd like that idea. You'd probably love the idea of a man in your own bed, taking your wife and fucking her properly for once. Say it. Say it out loud."

"I.. I wish my wife had a lover, Master. I wish that she had a man to fuck her properly, Master."

"Would you want to watch him fuck her? You probably would, wouldn't you, bitch? You'd watch and leak and hope that maybe he would fuck you too. Or even let you suck his cum out of your wife's pussy."

"Yes, Master. Yes...."

I was squirming and moaning, just feeling the impact of his words and feeling that he'd turned up the plug inside me as he had been teasing me. Suddenly, however, the vibrations stopped.

"Since you aren't man enough to please your wife in the bedroom, you will need to find other ways to be of use. One of those ways is service. You're going to get into your new maid's uniform now, slut, complete with heels and stockings and lingerie and tits under that short dress, plugged and caged, and you're going to clean that house, top to bottom."

"Oh, yes, Master," I replied, a little surprised by the sudden change of tone.

"Don't be sad, slut. Trust me, making your wife happy this way will be greatly appreciated by her. As much as I love making you squirm and ache for hours and hours, what I'd really like is to make you a good and satisfied slut for years to come."

"Ohhh, really, Master?"

"Yes, really. Wouldn't you like that? To be a proper slut and fucktoy for real? Instead of sneaking and hiding and trying to find a few stolen moments to tease yourself, you could be your wife's little sissy maid and plaything, while she takes on a real man to fuck her properly. Who knows, she might even find someone she likes enough to have him move in. First, however, you've got to earn some goodwill from her. Think how happy she will be if she comes home and everything is spotless."

It was as if he knew her, as I could just imagine the look on her face if I could have the house spotless and tidy when she returned. It was hard to get things clean to her standards without just letting her do the cleaning herself, which I knew wasn't fair to her.

"Thank you, Master. I will do a good job."

"I know you will, slut. Get dressed and get to work. You should take out your vibrating plug to let it rechange, but you may fill your ass with one of your other plugs in the meantime. I will check in with you later."

With that, he was gone. He had closed the connection, so I was alone again. It took some doing to get into all the different pieces of the maid's uniform. The stockings were easy enough, and the silicone breast forms slid into my bra cups, but to get the dress on I had to lace up its integrated corset quite tightly. Walking around in heels wasn't easy either, but somehow that made it more worthwhile doing.

I worked for hours, through the rest of the day and into the evening. As it got dim outside, I had to close all the blinds to make sure that I wasn't seen, as I was, moving around the house. I did laundry, washing all the clothes and linens. I dusted and straightened the photos on the walls. I swept and mopped and vacuumed. By the time I had run out of things to clean, I was tired and sore and exhausted, but I was also feeling a strange and constant buzz of satisfied arousal.

My ass ached from having been so full of the plug for so long, and the throbbing dull pain of my trapped, denied erection was starting to really affect my ability to concentrate. Every time I caught sight of myself in a mirror I was reminded of just how much I was submitting and surrendering to this man. I felt the power of what he knew now, and how he might choose to exercise that power, but for some reason I wasn't afraid of any malice. He teased me, to be sure, but other times he was so kind and encouraging. Whenever I had bemoaned my past failures in trying to find a way to share my kinks and fetishes with my wife, he always replied from a place of hope and confidence.

He actually had me fantasizing about kneeling before a man, a man like him, a man who also happened to be fucking and satisfying my wife as well. I wondered if this was how they would want me to dress? Would Jane really get off seeing me humiliated and emasculated like this? I walked around the house, wondering, looking to see if I could find anything more to clean, but there was nothing. I finally sat down, lifting up the back of my skirt so that I wouldn't wrinkle it, and picked up my phone to see if Master was still online. I had barely been online when the new app chimed with the notification of an incoming voice call. I accepted it.

"All done your chores, slut?" Master asked, his strong voice filling the silence of the quiet house.

"Yes, Master," I replied. "Everything is clean and tidy and put away."

"Do you like your new outfit, my pretty little bitch?"

"I do, Master," I answered quickly. "I mean, it's kind of humiliating, but I can't help but like that I'm wearing it for you while doing these things."

"Would you like to dress that way for others than just me, slut? Your wife perhaps? Your wife and the big strong bull lovers she might bring home?"

I moaned softly, then realised that he was listening, hearing my reactions. I blushed.

"Yes, Master. I thought of that too."

"If you are going to please Jane's lovers, you're going to have to train yourself properly. You're going to have to learn how to suck cock, and how to take a man in your tight little sissy ass."

"Yes, Master," I purred, feeling the erotic shame of my hunger.

"Are you ready? Ready to train again, slut?"

"I am...I am, please Master."

"You're such an eager, desperate whore," he laughed. "Okay, let's get you set up. You will train like before, on all fours, with a dildo to fuck you, stuck to the wall behind you. This time, however, you're going to take another step forward."

"Yes, Master, I am?"

"Yes, you are. First of all, you're going to be fucking the next largest dildo you bought. Don't worry, you'll still be using the first one, since you're going to be sucking it while you get fucked."

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Yes, that's right," he laughed. "That's not all. You're going to be doing all this in the slutty little outfit you're wearing, of course, but you're going to put on that collar too, and you're going to paint your lips with your Jane's lipstick."