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Lydia made a show of welcoming me inside and leading me to her kitchen, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She pointed out the food that we needed to carry over, as well as some special spice mixes for it, to be brushed on while I grilled.

We got everything arranged on a couple of full trays, but then Lydia paused.

"Today was your appointment, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress, it was," I answered.

"Charlotta is wonderful, isn't she?"

"Yes, Mistress. She was quite amazing and intense."

There was a hum, but this time it was Lydia's phone. She quickly looked down to check it, then smiled as she read a message.

"I need you to turn, bend over the kitchen island there, and loosen your belt," she said, without explanation.

One look made it clear she was not kidding. I turned, opened my belt, and started to lean forwards. She came right up behind me and without ceremony or comment, she reached around and tugged my jeans and underwear down to my knees. She used her feet to guide my legs as wide as they would go.

With her cold soft fingers, she reached for the base of the plug inside me. Given its size, it took some tugging and twisting for her to get my body to release it, and I moaned as the widest part of it stretched me. I felt so open and empty and pathetically stretched wide... but only for a moment. The tip of the toy never left me and, after a moment or two, she just thrust the thing back inside.

"You can get dressed again," she said. "Liam just wanted to be sure how big it was. He said once he's done fucking Cheryl's ass, he wanted her plugged just as full as you were."

She went right back to her preparations. I pulled myself back together and stood up, feeling her words and the whole situation sink over me. The words I'd spoken to Mistress Charlotta were true. It wasn't just that I would give my marriage to Liam -- it seemed that I already had.

Lydia didn't mention it again, so neither did I. We both just went about our business like we were two good friends and neighbours, preparing a barbeque. We took our time but after a while, everything was ready and there was nothing to do but head back.

When we returned to my back hard, through the fence gate, Liam and Cheryl were gone. We both knew where they were, and neither of us mentioned it, though Lydia was smiling rather widely.

"Do you think you'll go see Charlotta again," Lydia asked, once we were settled in our seats again, our drinks back in our hands.

I couldn't help but look around, to make sure we were truly still alone, even though everyone knew how I'd spent my afternoon. It was becoming more challenging to keep track of who was supposed to know what, and how they knew.

"I'm... I'm not sure. It was intense and powerful, but I think the focus still became on Master, and about what that might mean for the future," I answered, trying to figure things out for myself at the same time as forming the words to reply.

"Well, you're fortunate in that sense," she said.

"Am I?" I asked. "Why is that?"

"Oh Crissy, don't you understand? I'm sure that Liam has talked about this with you. These choices, these hard decisions about your future and your relationships and what to do... They aren't yours to make anymore. Liam makes them for you. All you have to do is obey and focus on pleasing him. Pleasure him and, when he chooses, those others he places in your life. That's all."

I looked at her, feeling stunned. I felt a tingling heat rising up from my chest slowly until it seemed to consume my whole head.

"Do you... do you really... do you really think that's true?" I stammered.

"Crissy, answer this one question as fast as you can, without thinking. Ready?"

"Yes," I said, staring at her.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes."

My answer came out and sort of surprised even me.

"Are you having amazing sex?"

"Yes."

"Are you successful?"

"Yes."

Lydia's smile covered her entire face.

"And right now, my husband is in your house, railing your pretty bride in the ass. Between my husband and me, we've given her more pure pleasure and more orgasms than she's had in years. She loves you, sweetie, but trust me, she's happier now too."

"I... I don't know... I still don't know..." I felt so unsure as I tried to speak.

"Tell me, Crissy," Lydia purred.

"I still don't know if she's going to accept me. Like this. As Liam wants me."

Lydia reached out and held my hand.

"I don't know either. I think that you've been released to change a lot in the last few weeks. I know that Cheryl has too. I can tell you, and I'm not just saying this because I'm fucking him, that I can't think of anyone better to place this problem with than Liam. You've trusted him with everything else. Trust him with this."

Her hand was warm and her touch was kind.

"If it helps," she continued, "You don't have any other choice."

There was a beat of silence, and then something let go and I just started laughing. Lydia's eyes lit up and she started giggling right along with me. The release felt incredible and the tension seemed to evaporate from me.

"Did I miss a joke?" Liam asked, appearing within the opening sliding door.

"Not at all, baby," answered Lydia.

"Excellent," he said. "You can fire up the grille... Cheryl will be back down in a minute. She's just... freshening up."

"Of course, Master," I said, and jumped to my feet.

I got things fired up and heated, and I was laying the meat on the sizzling grille when Cheryl returned to join the group of us. There was a rosy glow in her cheeks and I couldn't help but think about the plug that was almost surely stuffed inside her, perhaps sealing Liam's load of cum inside. We were quite a pair.

She was nervous too, and it took a while before she seemed comfortable looking me in the eye. I was still feeling the release of the laughter and the strange wisdom of Lydia's advice, so everything seemed okay. I just talked and laughed and joked like I was with my best friends and, in time, Cheryl seemed to become herself again as well.

We ate well and drank generously and laughed joyfully. The night went on long, long after the sun went down and the patio lanterns glowed in their happy colours. The hours were getting small when Cheryl eased over to me and spoke softly into my ear, her words covered by the sounds of the music that we'd started playing.

"I really want to hear about your session," she said, "but Lydia asked me to spend the night. Is that too much?"

I wanted to talk to her too, even without knowing what to say. Part of me just wanted to hold her in my arms for hours. Surrender, however, was becoming my mantra.

"It's not too much. Not at all. Go ahead, have fun. I'm beat anyways, and I'll likely pass out as soon as I stop. You go, and I'll see you in the morning."

She kissed me with a lingering kiss and then I saw her disappear with Lydia through the gate in the dim light. They were holding hands.

I stood as Liam did, and he helped me pack things up for a moment.

"You had a good day today, Crissy. You did well. Lydia and I also appreciate that you're helping to make things easier for Cheryl as she deals with all of these new feelings."

"Of course, Master," I said.

Lydia's words kept resonating, that my only responsibility was to please him.

"You will keep the plug in until morning and, since we know how excited having your ass filled makes you, you will go in and cage yourself before bed too. Sleep in the guest room."

"Yes, Master," I answered.

I finished cleaning up, outside and in, and then fetched a chastity cage from my room in the basement. I locked myself up as instructed. The house felt very quiet and empty but I still covered myself up as I moved through the house, rather than just walking to the guest room naked and caged.

As it turned out, I truly was exhausted, mentally and physically. Alone, under the cool, soft sheets, feeling the presence of my Master's chosen toys on me and in me, I fell quickly into a deep sleep.

I was actually surprised by how late it was when I woke up. It was nearly 10 and I'd slept in for the first time in a long time. I got up quietly, feeling happy and refreshed. I moved quietly as I left the bedroom, but a quick check let me know that Cheryl was not home.

I decided to start my day with a long hot shower, taking time to touch up my grooming as best I could around the cage, and to ease the plug out in the steamy warmth. Even so, tugging the large toy out made me ache and moan out loud. Feeling my body's warmth lingering in the steel toy always felt so powerful.

After the shower, I dried off and put everything away, including a brief trip downstairs to put away the cleaned plug. I never got used to the wicked brilliance of the little, secret fortress that Liam had created there.

Back upstairs, I made a pot of coffee and ate a light breakfast, cleaning up as I went. There wasn't always a lot of time to take care of things around the house, and even less lately, as my new schedule was more and more unpredictable. With those thoughts in mind, I set about tidying and cleaning, taking care of both bathrooms and the kitchen before I finally received a message from Liam.

Attached to his message were three images, all of me, taken during the session with Mistress Charlotta. The first was of me when I was standing in a displayed posture in the collar and cuffs. The second was of me kneeling, blindfolded, my hand outstretched and holding Charlotta's discarded skirt and vest. The third was of me in my full drag outfit, with the dildo in my mouth, servicing it to amuse her.

I wondered why he had sent those to me while at the same time almost terrified to know the answer.

"These are just three of many photographs from your amazing session yesterday. Cheryl is still a little tied up this morning, but when she arrives home and you two find time to talk about the session, you are going to pick two of these to show her. It is time for her to understand the things that arouse you and why. Do your best to explain your emotions, and trust in her to listen to them."

I sank into a chair, reading his message over and over, and then looking at the photos, trying to imagine which would be the least terrifying to talk about. The first photo was perhaps the simplest, as it showed just my helpless submission, held by the cuffs and displayed. I could talk for hours about how that kind of objectification turned me on. What was visible in that photo that I couldn't quite explain was something Charlotta had pointed out -- the changes to my body were becoming visible.

That left the other two. Kneeling naked and holding the clothes, that wasn't that bad... I mean, it was just submission and service. The last photo, however, brought up things like sissification, humiliation, and even bisexuality.

I tried to calm down. Maybe Liam was right, and I could trust her. She had been doing her own explorations lately, and she was the one who had sent me there. She must have read these kinds of things on the list of offered activities. She had even been having some obviously bisexual encounters herself, though I knew it felt different somehow. The stigma that was triggered by those images of the rubber cock in my mouth was perhaps unfair or out of touch with the world now, but it cut both ways for me, likely accentuating the power of that submission.

I felt the resurgence of some of my longest-standing fears with all of this, that I might feel the burning eye of judgement or even disgust from this woman who I loved more and longer than anyone. There was nothing to do for now but make my choice, delete the first image and just try to push the worst thoughts from my mind.

By the time Cheryl did come home, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. The house was spotless and I had even weeded the gardens in back. I was in the kitchen, refreshing myself with an iced tea and just starting to wonder if I was going to need another shower when she stepped inside.

My fears evaporated from my thoughts, seeing her standing there. She looked a bit tired but with a glow of happiness, but more than anything else I saw all my own fears reflected back to me on her face.

I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I held her there, holding her tight. I felt her body tremble and I felt the tears of her release of emotion against my cheek. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. I was sure that the kinds of men who threw around words like "cuck" would want me to feel humiliated that my wife had come home to me after finding pleasure with the man and the woman next door. What I did feel, when I searched my heart, was a kind of peaceful joy that I was able to make her feel okay with her own desires.

"There's fresh coffee," I said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. "Would you like a cup, and I can tell you about yesterday?"

She leaned back, her hands on my shoulders. I really only noted at that moment that she was wearing an obviously borrowed pair of yoga pants and tight t-shirt with no bra.

"Yes," she said. "I'd like that very much."

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I was very aware of my chastity cage as I moved to the kitchen and poured us each a mug of coffee. I met her in the living room and set the mugs down. She had curled up on one end of the sofa, so I sat down on the other end, sharing it with her, but with some space between us.

"What would you like to know?" I asked her.

"I guess maybe the same rules apply? I want to know as much as you want to tell me," she answered.

I was finding it hard to look her in the eye as I talked, but it got a bit easier once I got into it and she didn't recoil or run away or respond in anger. She seemed genuinely curious.

I explained to her about arriving and about how nervous I had felt, and about how reassuring and welcoming Mistress Charlotta had been.

"Can I ask questions?" Cheryl interjected, "or do you just want me to listen?"

"You can ask me anything you like," I answered. I almost felt like being interviewed would be easier.

"What was she wearing? Was she like in the movies with all leather and corsets, brandishing a whip?"

I laughed, which felt good. I recounted the details of the outfit she had been wearing when I arrived. I provided perhaps too much detail, since Cheryl smiled wide.

"You found her attractive? She turned you on?" she asked.

"I did, yes," I answered.

I searched her expression for jealousy or hurt, but didn't see any so I continued. I didn't exactly want to recount the whole session moment-by-moment, so I tried to express the major moments and to start the scene for the photo reveals I knew had to come. It was a curious thing, to revisit those memories with Cheryl. I tried to be emotionally open and honest, while still constantly filtering the details I shared.

She seemed amused by my having been required to kneel during the initial interview, and was genuinely surprised by how quickly I was required to strip for this woman I'd just met. She seemed to like that I had to verbally confirm my consent, and that it was signified by something like the collar.

"Was it difficult to be naked in front of her right away like that?" Cheryl asked.

"It was easier than I thought it would be," I answered. "There was just something about the way she spoke. She was so firm and yet kind, and so comfortable with herself... She just seemed to exude this aura around her, that made obeying her instructions seem like the most natural thing in the world."

Cheryl smiled softly, nodding knowingly, and I knew she was thinking of our neighbours.

I described how I had been led into the dungeon proper, and how I had been placed on display by the spreader bars and cuffs, and how she had started teasing me with pain and touch while interrogating me.

"That is so wicked," Cheryl interjected. "What did she ask you about?"

I was feeling a bit warm, and I noticed that Cheryl's nipples, not given cover by any bra, were becoming visibly stiff against her top.

"She asked me about what I liked, she talked about my body, and she asked me about you."

"About me?" Cheryl seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yes, she said she didn't get too many women sending their husbands to her. She wanted me to talk about why or how it happened."

"What did you tell her?"

"The truth, I think, mostly. In that situation... it was really intense... it felt like it was impossible to hide things from her. I told her how you had been exploring your desires, and you wanted me to too."

"My desires?"

"I told her about Lydia. I hope that's okay."

Cheryl blushed a deep red.

"Yes, it's okay. It's just, well, maybe kind of embarrassing. I don't know. I mean, I got this woman's name from Lydia, to be honest, so maybe things are more open than I imagined, but still it's strange knowing she knows. This woman who had my husband tied up knows about my sex life."

"Yes... and she was good at teasing me about it without making me feel bad, exactly. She made everything feel so sexy."

She nodded. It felt unreal, talking to Cheryl about these things -- the activities and the feelings. In past years, when I had tried to, I had always felt my own fear, and confusion and judgement from her. I was starting to feel like I owed even more to Liam and Lydia, as they had found a way to make her understand. I guessed that my mistake had been trying to make a Dominatrix out of her, when she maybe needed to be a submissive like me. Of course, I was only just getting started.

I drew in a deep breath and told Cheryl that once Mistress Charlotta had gotten me so physically and emotionally worked up, she had essentially made me beg her to peg me. I looked down at the floor as I recounted a very short version of how she had filled me and fucked me, all while her teasing continued, until I had an orgasm.

I waited through the silence for what felt like a long time, then lifted my eyes to hers. Her expression was inscrutable.

"You came from that?" she finally asked.

"Yes. I don't know if it was the pressure on my prostate, the situation, her teasing or all of it together, but I did."

I kept looking at her, waiting for her to recoil in shock or disgust. It felt like a huge weight lifted off my heart when she didn't.

"Wow. That's intense. Amazing," she said. She even started to softly smile.

"Is this too much? I asked her. "I mean, am I telling you too much?"

"No, it's not too much for me. I want you to share as much as you want to, but I'm already glad that it seems like it was so much, and that you obviously responded to it," she said.

That was comforting but, even so, I decided to hold off on my description of me licking my own spent cum off the floor when it came to recounting what followed. I did, however, describe her negotiating tease about trading the ball-stretcher for a butt plug. Given what I knew of Cheryl's own recent experiences, I thought she'd be interested in that detail, but she seemed far more amused by my being blindfolded and then having to assist Charlotta in undressing.

"Oh that is so mean!" she laughed.

Her nipples were still hard, and I was feeling the confinement of my cage as well.

"Do you want to see?" I asked, my heart pounding.

"What do you mean?" Cheryl asked.

"She took a photo," I said, "and she sent it to me."

"Oh my god, yes I want to see," she said, nearly jumping out of her seat.

I took out my phone and brought up the saved image, then handed it to her. She stared at the photo and I saw her draw her lower lip in between her teeth.

"What are you holding?" she asked.

"Her clothes," I answered. "Her top and her skirt."

"You must have been squirming!" she said.

"Yes, yes I was," I answered. I remembered the tease of that moment so intently, hearing her taunting words as well as knowing I was so close to the denied view of her body.