Secrets Ch 03 11

Chapter 3

I tossed and turned through the night, finding it impossible to get accustomed to the new, foreign sensations caused by the cage and the plug. The throbbing pain of my frustrated morning erection finally got me out of bed, resigned that I wasn't going to be getting any more rest. I decided to start the day with a shower, stripping down and washing myself as best I could through and around the cage -- and using some cold water in that area to help calm me down, at least temporarily. I also took out the plug, but just as long as it took to get clean. I slipped it back in while still feeling the hot water flowing over me.

The feeling of it slipping back in, snug and tight, made me remember the night before. If not for the lingering soreness, I could have dismissed it as a dream. It seemed unreal that even after everything else, I had knelt there on the floor, between two dildos, and performed for anonymous men. I had obeyed their commands and eagerly and hungrily tried to make them happy with me. I should have felt ashamed or disgusted with myself, if only for cheating, but the thoughts were arousing me again.

I finished my shower and dried off. I was faced with a choice, looking at the panties I'd removed as well as all the other clothing and lingerie that I'd been directed to buy. How was I expected to dress today? I determined that it would be better to ask than to guess. I picked up my phone off its charger. There were already instructions waiting for me, telling me to call my Master.

"Good morning, slut," he said. "I hope you had a good night's sleep. You're going to have a busy day today."

"Yes, Master," I answered, having a feeling he was asking only as a formality.

"As I trust you would assume, you will be remaining caged today. You will also be continuing your training, as your need to please men was incredibly obvious last night. You will need to be ready to accept their cocks, in your sissy ass and down your whore throat. You will see, in a separate message, information for a new live streaming account. You will log in and broadcast your training sessions, every time. Today you will start with a ball gag in your mouth and your medium dildo on the wall for you to fuck. Counting will be too hard for you, so you will take it in your ass for one hour. Once that hour is complete, you will plug your ass and mount the small dildo to the wall. You will worship it and suck it for another hour. You will wear your schoolgirl outfit today, as the skirt will be short enough not to interfere with the toys."

"Oh god," I moaned, realizing only as I heard myself that it was out loud.

"I know the ideas excite you," he teased. "Did I mention that you're also going to be handcuffed for your cocksucking session? Cuff your hands behind your back once you're plugged. I'm sure your fans will love that."

"My fans, Master?"

"Oh yes, you were an instant hit after last night. They want to see more of you, so I've also decided that you won't be hidden behind a blindfold any more. You will wear lipstick and a wig, but that's it."

"Really, Master? What if I'm recognised?"

"I don't think that's likely, unless you know the kind of men that frequent websites like this. If you do, well, wouldn't that just make things easier in terms of finding a real man to fuck you? It's becoming obvious that you need a cock to service."

I could tell that he wasn't just teasing. He really wanted me to be on my knees for a man, in person, for real.

"Do you really think so, Master?"

"Yes, I do. It's pretty clear. You've said as much yourself, that serving men has become the focus of your fantasy life, and of the time you spend online. I think it is time to accept who you are, what you want, and how you can best move forward. Wouldn't you love it if you didn't have to hide behind lies and secrets, sneaking around like you do? Wouldn't it be better if your wife, rather than living in the dark and denied a proper sex life, could perhaps even take part in controlling you?"

"I can't quite imagine that she would want any part of that at all, Master."

"One thing at a time, slut. Are you ready to get started with your morning practice?"

"Already?" I asked.

"Yes, already. You've got a good two hours of practice and training ahead of you, and that is just your first session of the day."

"First session? There will be more?"

"Of course, you silly slut. While you serve in secret, you will need to take advantage of the kinds of opportunities you have now, with Jane away. You need to practice as much as you can, train your ass and your throat, and to build up a fan base."

"I can't believe that men want to watch me do this," I mused.

"They want to do a lot more than watch, slut," he teased. "Now get going. I'll be watching along with the others."

I sighed as he disconnected, then started getting ready. All the toys and clothes were still laid out, so I just had to take out the two dildos, the ball gag and the handcuffs and get them ready in place. My outfit consisted of a very short plaid skirt, white thong panties, white knee-high stockings and a crisp white blouse with no buttons, held on just by knotting it closed in front. The matching bra, filled with my breast forms, gave me some shape.

The wig and the lipstick made me look different, but I felt more foolish than feminine. I stared at the mirror as I put on the ball gag, watching it further distort my face. It was a new and uncomfortable sensation, but at least it helped hide my looks just a little bit more.

I picked up my phone and found the link that Master had sent. It seemed easy enough, with one more app to download and sign into -- though while I waited, I questioned my decision to gag myself first. Once it was ready I signed in using the username and password provided to me. I had a quick look around, starting with the profile Master had filled out. So much of it was accurate and true, including my age, my marital status and, in what seemed the frightening piece of honesty, the city I lived in. If these men really did want to do more than watch, they would be able to judge the feasibility of that prospect by knowing how far away they were from me.

The toys were set up, the space on the floor was cleared, and I was dressed and gagged. The only thing that remained to do was to take the leap. I'd done this before, I told myself, but somehow it was different when I was the one starting the broadcast. It was that much more an event of my choosing, even if Master was in control.

I pressed the button to start the broadcast, checked the audio settings, started a timer, and then set the phone down on its makeshift stand. I knew the clock was counting, so I got myself in position on all fours and backed up against the dildo. I was very generous with lube, which not only made things a bit easier, especially at first, but also gave a kind of pleasurable, cool and slippery sensation. I tried to relax as I pushed back, feeling the head of the toy enter me and start to stretch me open to accept it.

The first few minutes were quiet and all I could hear was the wet squishing of my motion, my own soft moans, and the slurps of me trying to control my saliva around the gag. If Master was watching, he was quiet. If I could see the screen, I imagined I would be able to see how many viewers had joined, but that wasn't possible for me like this. I just kept rocking back and forth, working myself up to getting it all inside me, and then working on building up my pace.

I wondered if there really were men who wanted to watch me after all, but then the comments started. Men did join, and I could hear them groaning and grunting and starting to offer up comments.

Some were a confusing mix between complements and insults, calling me a desperate whore, a sissy slut, a cock socket, and someone just desperate to be fucked. There were offers and invitations, telling me that if I wanted a real cock, they would be more than happy to take over and fuck me themselves.

What I found the most affecting were the commands. A man would call out, telling me to fuck the dildo faster and then, when I followed his instructions, I could hear the sounds of his appreciation. The app also started making sounds, like coins being dropped into a tin. When they told me to fuck faster, I would, feeling my body shake. When they told me to fuck harder, I would, ramming my ass back hard until my cheeks hit the wall and the toy was fully buried inside me. They had me do all sorts of other things to have me amuse them, like lifting a hand to slap my face, reaching back to smack my ass, having me try to smile around the gag, or even try to say humiliating things about myself, or beg for use.

All the words came out as muffled, incoherent mumbling, but it did make me drool even more uncontrollably. They men just seemed to love my use and humiliation, and I found myself loving their attention and pleasure. It was so exciting when I heard them cum, or when they would grunt and share how much they had spurted. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if these men were really here in the room with me, watching and more.

I was surprised how completely I had lost track of time when my timer alarm sounded. Somehow the hour was up. The men moaned with disappointment when I slowed down then crawled forwards to dismount and, since I was gagged, I had no way to share with them that I wasn't done with my session yet. I think that some left the stream, but enough stayed that I heard more than a few comments of interest as I reached back and plugged my used ass full, replaced the dildo on the wall, and then removed the gag.

I was too nervous to speak, even now that I could, so I just quietly made sure I placed the key somewhere I could reach later and closed the handcuffs onto my wrists, behind my back.

Quickly the comments started to come again. It was embarrassing to have to try to pleasure and seduce the floppy toy, but that is what they wanted to see, and that was what Master had said too. Worship it and suck it, he had said.

On my knees, I moved myself up and down, kissing and licking the dildo at first, then pursing my lips as I sucked it in. The performance they demanded gave me more time to get used to the feel of it in my mouth and on my tongue and then, as things developed, even the feeling of it pressing against the back of my throat. More than once I had to pull back, gagging and sputtering, but I knew that this was training as well as a performance.

Even more so that with the anal training, I could let their voices and comments guide me. I would try to focus on one man's voice and follow his instructions to the letter, letting me teach and direct me as to how he himself would want to be serviced. He would run me through the start, the build-up, the specific details of what he liked, and then the rhythm of service and sucking, until I heard him cum. I was making men cum, in a very real and direct way, even if it wasn't in person. At one point, my mouth full of dildo and drool, I remembered Master teasing me with the idea of how many men I'd made come compared to how many women -- and here I was skewing that ratio even more towards men.

I ran through that cycle of obedience to instructions with as many of the men who chose to take part. I felt my aching, caged arousal build up more and more with no relief offered, as they moaned and groaned and came -- their hands doing what they imagined my mouth would for them. Often I heard the app's chime of the coin sound, but I just focused on their voices.

With me no longer gagged, some of the men realized they could command me to beg as well, and they insisted that I do so, begging out loud to be permitted to suck them and lick them. Other men insisted that I call myself names, confessing to be a sissy, a cock sucking whore, a cum guzzling slut, and whatever else got them off at that moment.

I tried to affect a softer, higher voice as I complied. My tone seemed to amuse them, as did my reddened cheeks as I blushed with growing humiliation. My own voice was filling up my house as I confessed to all sorts of perverted desires and hunger, at their demand.

Fucking myself with the dildo had given me a very specific physical sensation, even pleasure, as the toy had pounded my prostate. The dildo in my mouth seemed to provide only degradation, though I still did find myself aroused by the submission of it, and my experience of these men's pleasure. Even the humiliation of it seemed to reinforce the fact that I was surrendering power and control to them and, by implication, to Master.

My timer alarm sounded again, surprising me, though the second hour had not flown past quite as quickly as the first. I slid off the dildo and looked over at my phone, through which these men had been watching me. Something came over me, and I started speaking softly.

"Thank you, Sirs, all of you, for watching me train to be a better sissy slut to please men. Thank you for helping me train my sissy ass and mouth."

There were some "you're welcome, slut" answers and some laughter. I felt it all as I managed to turn my body to reach the phone, and tap at the screen until I was sure the live-stream had been stopped. I then shuffled over on my knees where I had placed the key and with a bit more twisting and turning, I unlocked the cuffs and freed my wrists.

Now that my hands were usable once more, I double- and triple-checked that I was not broadcasting. It seemed I had in fact closed the session properly, which was a relief. As I looked around on the app, I found out what the chiming had been -- the men watching me had been sending me tips, or payment. Over the two hours, I appeared to have been given -- or earned, I supposed -- nearly $150. It wasn't a lot of money on its own, but it was still a staggering thought that men had just paid me to get off watching me. I had become porn to them.

There were also a number of typed comments provided, some that had been entered as part of an ongoing chat during the session that I had not been able to see, but others were comments left onto my profile on the site. My appearance and technique were reviewed, as was my apparent eagerness to take instruction.

I tried to take it all in, but it was a lot. How would I ever explain to someone what I had just done? It seemed inconceivable, and yet it was buzzing with excitement. My white panties, under my plaid skirt, were nearly transparent with the wetness of precum I had leaked during it all.

I went to the washroom, to have a look at myself in the mirror. My wig had gotten a bit crooked and my lipstick was smeared. My lips looked a bit swollen. I supposed that was not too surprising, given how I'd been using them for the last hour or so, but I was still nervous about how long that might last.

The sound of my phone pulled me back to the living room. It was Master.

"I'm very pleased with you, slut. You did a good job of working on your readiness to take cock, as well as being a very obedient little bitch. I could actually feel your desperate need to suck cock by the end."

"Thank you, Master," I replied, feeling my cheeks warming again.

"What had you planned for the rest of your day, slut?" he asked.

It took a moment to remember normal, ordinary life details.

"I have to mow the lawn, Master, and there are a couple errands I need to tend to over the weekend. A trip to Home Depot, and to the grocery store."

"Wonderful," he said. "Of course you will be caged, and you will replace your current plug with the app-controlled vibrating one. Make sure that the location-tracking is still on. You will get the gift of feeling me inside you all day, subject to my attention whenever I choose. Keep the panties and stockings on too, under your clothes when you go out. Whenever you're home, I will expect you to just wear today's outfit."

"Yes, Master," I answered, though I worried about if panty-lines would be visible.

"You should also plan your day knowing that you'll be doing another training session. Let's say at 5:30 pm. I want to space them out for you, but since you're still getting started, I think before dinner would be better."

"Oh god.... Yes, Master," I said.

My first reaction was that I couldn't quite imagine doing this all again, but as the thought sank in, I found myself looking forward to the attention and the sounds of these men being pleased by me.

"Good slut. See you then, but of course you'll also feel me with you, all day long."

Once the call was over, I returned to the washroom to wash my face and comb some water through my hair after removing the wig. I needed some time to calm down before thinking about my errands, so I left my outfit on, pulling down my panties just long enough to fill my ass with the fully recharged vibrating plug. I took a deep breath, pulled the panties back up and smooth the back of the skirt over them, then went to the living room to sit and try to relax. Within minutes, however, Master started it up with a low and constant humming. I knew it was going to be a long and interesting day.

Interlude

Jane had slept in, which is something she hadn't done at home in ages. It felt great, even if she felt a bit of the after-effects of her night of above-average drinking. She rolled over in her bed, also enjoying the sensation of having the bed all to herself. The curtains on the windows were doing a pretty good job of keeping the bedroom dim, but she could tell from the light glowing around them that it was already well into the morning.

She reached for her phone to check the time and confirm her guess. She smiled, seeing that it was even later than she had thought. Sleeping in felt like a rare extravagance.

She moved on to check for messages but nearly dropped her phone when she saw the email on the top of the list. She had completely forgotten sending a response to that relationship advice message, and she certainly didn't remember being that frank and honest. After taking a moment to slow her breathing, she started to read the response.

"You are not alone, Jane. In our modern world, many wives find their husbands seemingly less interested in the wonderful women they have at home, distracted by fantasies presented to them online. Fortunately for you, we have found great success in working with this new reality, rather than the frankly futile approach of attempts to deny its existence."

As she read, she realized that the response seemed human, even compassionate, and not at all a form letter or pre-written response. Someone had really read her email.

"You mentioned something of your husband's kinks," the email continued, "and of a reduction in his attempts to initiate sex with you. Often, men who experience a reduced frequency in initiating physical intimacy can be classified as sexually submissive rather than dominant. Their fantasies might include a desire to be physically or verbally dominated, to be bound and made to feel subservient, or even to be cuckolded, or to see their partners with other men."

Jane thought they had certainly hit the nail on the head with the submissive part.

"If you are able to evaluate your own willingness to expand the definition of your marriage, you may well find yourself more satisfied than you could have even imagined. A husband interested in the idea of being cuckolded, for example, might not only accept the idea of his wife finding sexual satisfaction with a man suiting her own fantasies, he might embrace it. Allow yourself to imagine, for just a moment, the idea of having both a loving husband caring for you and a virile lover in your bedroom as well."

Jane closed the email. It was too much to think about. It was too confusing, since it seemed perverted and immoral, but it was also turning her on a little bit. She pushed the mental images out of her mind, and decided to see if she might be able to test the experiences and thoughts of her girlfriends on the topic somehow, maybe after more drinks. Now she just needed coffee and to stop thinking about the kinds of men she might want to fuck her instead of her husband.