Secrets Ch 04 1

I had been wrong to think that the day was going to be interesting. Maddening was a much better way to describe it. The plug started vibrating inside me from nearly the moment I had it in again. I had tried to sit, tried to relax, just to try to think and take in what had been happening to me over the past day. Reflection turned out to be impossible with the every changing pattern of vibration radiating inside me. The rumbling wouldn't be enough on its own to make me cum, but it kept me aroused and, thanks to the cage's restrictions preventing erections, I could only ache and leak. I couldn't even reach down and touch my cock, to feel the bliss of that sensation.

The cage denied me even the sensation of feeling myself against the soft fabric of the panties I'd been commanded to dress in. I couldn't sit still, I realized, so I decided that I might as well get started on the list of errands I'd made for myself.

At the Home Depot, I found the items I'd needed more quickly than expected, so I decided just to explore the store. Walking felt good, and I wasn't ready to be back at home quite yet. I was in the lighting aisle, pondering motion-sensing fixtures when I felt an intense pulse of vibration from the plug, followed by my phone vibrating as well. I took a breath, looking around to see if anyone had been close enough to hear anything, then pulled my phone out of my pocket to check for messages. One was there, of course, from Master.

"You may be used to keeping to yourself, slut, but now that we both know you're thinking about a future of pleasing men and sucking cock, I want you to be more outgoing towards the men you run into. Smile at them. Say hello. Strike up conversations. While you may think about what it would be like for each one of them to fuck you, you should just be friendly with them for now. Flirting is a skill you should be learning, just like you are with your other training."

Following that instruction seemed to be one of my more challenging tasks. I felt so self-conscious, trying to meet the gaze of random men and strike up conversations. At least in the store I had the opportunity to ask questions about specific products or future projects I had been thinking about, so I searched out staffers that seemed to be younger and more attractive. It was strange to judge them like that, especially with the plug in my ass humming.

I made idle conversation with three men, each in a different department of the store. By the time I was finished I felt emotionally exhausted and I'd imagined them not only as part of the group of men who'd watched me perform online, but even having them pull me back into a back room in the warehouse and command that I service them right then and there. I considered the outing a success.

I decided to head right on to the grocery store, since I was already out and didn't want to have to change my clothes more than once. The humming, buzzing teasing followed me there, through the aisles as I shopped. I tried again to find opportunities to chat with men, but a far greater percentage of the staff there was female. My one success on that front came at the butcher's counter, when I talked as long as I could about some options for steaks and grilling them -- so much so that I felt compelled to follow through with the purchase of a cut of New York strip that I decided to cook for dinner.

Once back at home, I put everything away and then stripped back out of my "normal" clothes to put back on the plaid skirt as well as the stuff bra and knotted white top. Master, with the information provided to him by the app, knew I was home and soon sent along another message.

"Once you are settled and in your proper clothing again, slut, you may remove your vibrating plug and recharge it, replacing it with a medium sized standard plug, of course. Once that is done, I want you to take some photos, just of you in your pretty outfit today. Set up your camera so you can slowly rotate and get photos of yourself from all angles. Once that is done, I want you to sit down and write me a little report about the men you talked to today. All you need to do is say where you found him, what he looked like, and what you thought about him. Enjoy, slut, and we'll talk soon."

It was a lot to take in, even if the steps were simple ones. Replacing the plug was easy enough and, as I got it all cleaned up and on its charger, I was at least relieved that it wouldn't be surprising me for a little while.

For the photos, I found a blank wall in the living room to pose against, then found a perch on a bookshelf across from it where I could place my phone. Maybe it was a strange vanity or an attempt to hide, but I chose to put on heels, lipstick and the wig again before I took them. It was simple enough to set the camera to take a photo every second, so I started it, rushed into place, then started to slowly turn on my heels, listening to the shutter sounds capture the humiliating evidence of my complete obedience.

The last bit of homework turned out to be perhaps the most challenging. I had to sit there and go through all the little interactions, itemizing the men and where I'd met them and then searching my mind and heart for the truth of my feelings about them -- feelings that had been influenced by the sensation of the vibrations inside me, the feeling of the sexy, feminine lingerie I had hidden under my clothes, and the feeling of submissive obedience that permeated it all. I worked at being honest, talking about which men were kind, which seemed just ordinary, and which of them I could actually imagine myself kneeling down in front of, wanting to serve and please them. All of this was completed, of course, while I sat caged and plugged, dressing in a slutty schoolgirl outfit.

My phone chimed and I jumped. I was already so used to getting messages and instructions from Master that I had to completely readjust my mind when I saw that it was a text from my wife, just checking in and letting me know that she was having a wonderful time. I took a beat and then texted back, saying a hello back, and letting her know how happy I was that she and her friends were getting this time together.

The afternoon was getting on, and I still had to cut the grass. I felt a bit nervous, wondering how exactly I should proceed. Master had said that I was to be dressed like this "at home" but I could cover my panties and stockings while out. I didn't want to guess, so I decided to ask my question via a message to him.

"Such a good slut you are, asking for instructions like this," he messaged back. "I don't think we are quite ready for your neighbours to be brought into your secret, so you may cover up your panties and stockings under men's clothing. Since you should only have to worry about being seen from a distance, however, I would like you to still wear lipstick, and to keep your bra on under a shirt."

"Thank you, Master," I replied, thinking his answer was, on the whole, more merciful than it could have been.

"You had better get going, slut," he added. "I imagine you'll want to shower after that exertion, to feel fresh and clean for your next public practice session."

He was right, and time was passing quickly. I took off the wig and the heels, slipped the breast forms out of my bra and then pulled on jeans and a loose t-shirt. Socks and running shoes went on over my stockings. After the whole day, I'd gotten somewhat used to feeling a plug inside me as I moved and walked, but that didn't mean it stopped affecting me. Its size and weight seemed to tease me with every step.

By the time I finished, I was covered by a glistening sheen of sweat, and not just from the exercise. Aware of the clock, I rushed to put everything away and get inside to shower as quickly as I could. The shower felt great, but my thoughts were already filled with nervous anticipation.

Master called just as I was getting back into the schoolgirl outfit.

"Are you ready to put on another show, slut?" he asked.

"Yes, Master, I am."

"Good little fucktoy. You will wear your outfit as before, with your wig and fresh lipstick. Put on the leash and collar again as well. Keep your lipstick handy, in case you need to refresh it during cocksucking."

"Okay, Master, I will make sure it is with me."

"I want things to be a bit more interactive this time as well, slut. As before, you will do at least one hour of oral training and one hour of training that sissy pussy of yours, but you're going to let your fans decide which is first."

"Ohh, yes Master."

"You will also give them choices of which dildo you will fuck, and which gag you will wear. It's going to be fun, don't you think?"

"Yes, Master," I answered, even if my level of anticipated enjoyment didn't quite match his own obvious pleasure, as I could hear him laughing.

He ended the call and I got myself ready. There wasn't as much to do in terms of preparing myself, but I had to gather up the options for the toys. I got the three sizes of dildos laid out, then found the various gags that had ended up in my bag of purchases: a ball gag, a ring gag and another that was like a ring gag but was shaped as a set of pink lips, obscenely wide open.

There was nothing left to do but set up my phone and start the broadcast. I felt very awkward, kneeling there on the floor and waiting. There was nothing I could start without their choices, and I didn't have the gag to hide behind, at least not yet.

I fidgeted with the toys and shifted about until at last I heard their voices. Comments like "what a pretty little sissy" and "obedient kneeling slut" and "horny bitch" filled my ears and thoughts. Once I thought that I heard at least four or five different voices, I started to speak.

"Master has told me that you get to choose, this time," I said in my attempt at a soft, high whisper of a femme voice. "Do you want me to practice pleasing the toys with my mouth first, or to be fucked with them?"

There were a few moments of chaos, with too many men speaking at once, but eventually things sorted out enough so that I could get an understanding that there was a clear preference for me to start sucking first. I showed them the three dildos available, and thankfully they chose the smallest one, seeming not convinced I'd be able to deep throat any of the others.

I refreshed my lipstick as they watched, then stuck the dildo to the wall.

"I want you cuffed again," one man called out, starting a chorus of voices agreeing with his idea.

I rushed over and grabbed the cuffs, placed the keys aside, and returned to the camera's view to lock my wrists behind my back.

As before, I listened to their catcalls and comments as I worshipped the toy, putting on the best simulation that I could of kissing and licking and sucking a real man's cock, imagining myself taking him in more and more. I tried to think of the details of feeling him harden and of tasting his precum as he grew more and more aroused. Cuffed as I was, there was no opportunity to refresh my lipstick, and none of them asked me to.

They just wanted me to suck more noisily and enthusiastically. They wanted me to push myself on to the toy farther, until my lips reached the base of it. I was able to take a bit more, and more often, than I had in the morning, but I had to accept that my progress in training would take some time, and practice.

I was panting and drooling heavily by the time the hour was completed, and I was happy to be able to slide back off of the toy. I licked my lips and swallowed, catching my breath before the next phase of my session.

There were obviously more men watching by then, so I explained again that my Master had wanted them to have control over my choices. I freed my wrists as I laid out that they could choose the dildo that was to fuck me, as well as the gag that would fill my mouth and stifle my moans.

The mob's mercy was at an end, as they chose the largest dildo. They also rejected any of the three offered gags, choosing instead for me to keep servicing the dildo I'd been sucking for the past hour. Once they got the feel of being unrestrained by the options I had presented, other comments and commands started coming. They wanted my wrists cuffed again, though this time in front of me. They wanted me to strip out of parts of my costume, getting me out of the top and skirt, so they could see me in my panties and stuffed bra.

I did it all, feeling the arousal of obedience fill me, along with the sexy terror of exposure. I held the dildo to my mouth, sucking it in as I bounced my ass back against the wall mounted monster. It took longer, and a lot more lube, to get it inside me, but when I did, the men cheered.

It ached and felt so massive, so I moved slowly but steadily, taking it in, inch by inch. The men encouraged me and commanded me to continue, having me drool and suck the other toy enthusiastically and constantly. It felt like half the time was gone before I managed to get it fully inside, and I had to then move slower than before as I rocked back and forth. They wanted me to make sure I rode the full length of it each time and from the noises they made and from the frequent sounds of their tips arriving, they seemed to greatly enjoy my increased suffering and challenge.

When the time was up, I felt spent and exhausted, not to mention well and thoroughly stretched. I felt like I was gaping wide open when I dismounted the toy and felt my thong sliding back into place. I felt a sense of relief that I had endured and that it was almost over, but the men didn't want to release me quite yet.

"Take off your bra and those fake tits," one of them commanded. "Let's see more of the real sissy underneath."

I felt weak and mentally broken, but every bit of obedience gave me pleasure, so I complied. With my wrist still cuffed, I slipped the fake silicone tits out of the bra, then removed it as well. I stood there, posing for the camera and this audience of masturbating men.

"Use the lipstick," a man said, "and write 'SLUT' across your chest."

My hands felt weak and my fingers trembled, but I managed it in a scrawl of block letters.

Their laughter and enjoyment opened the floodgates, and soon I was writing all over my body. When I was finally finished and signed off, I went to the washroom to see myself covered with the words SLUT, SISSY, WHORE, COCKSUCKER and CUMBUCKET. SLUT had been a favourite, so I had been commanded to repeat that one, on my arms and thighs, and even across my forehead.

My phone buzzed, and it was another message from Master.

"You did very well, my little bitch. You turned all those men on, and you earned even more money towards new toys and clothes."

I moaned softly to myself, knowing that all this would just mean more toys I would end up using on myself for this hungry audience, and more clothing to humiliate me.

"Thank you, Master," I answered.

"You may take a shower and wash off, if you'd like, before your dinner and the rest of your evening, but before you do, I'd like another series of photos of you, like this. Re-plug your ass and put your outfit back on after, as you'll keep in on until bed, where you may sleep in just the panties."

I did my spin for the camera in a daze and then returned to the bathroom where I stripped and stood under the water for a long time before even starting to scrub the words from my skin. When I finally felt clean, I stepped out and dried off and once again put on my panties and bra and skirt and top. I was too tired to grill, so I simply made myself a sandwich.

I didn't hear from Master again that night, even after forwarding him all the photos. I was left alone with my own thoughts, as the events of the day ran ceaselessly through my mind. They stayed with me until finally, my head heavy on my pillow, I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Interlude

Jane's day had been wonderful, full of laughter and music and sunshine and games. She and the other women sunned themselves, ate, swam in the lake and drank all through the hours, enjoying themselves and each other's company. The email Jane had received had been in the back of her mind though a lot of the day as well, but it wasn't until mid-afternoon that she had dared to come anywhere near discussing men with her friends. When she did, she started with little test balloons, like asking her friends who they would put on a "hall pass" list with their husbands.

Hours later, she attempted a playful joke about an actor in a movie she'd seen recently that was handsome enough that she'd actually gotten physically wet. Later, when Jennifer had joked that part of her preparation of the cottage had been hiding her sex toys, Jane participated enthusiastically in the subsequent joking around. Her last attempt of the day to probe the topic was in late night hours, over cards, when she asked if any of them had ever been seriously tempted by the idea of another man. Denise and Cheryl did both mention men that tempted them, one at work and the other at Cheryl's gym, but neither of them came anywhere near any real action on the matter, choosing just to gush about the looks of each man.

Jane went to bed, feeling a touch guilty that she had actually thought about being with another man as a solution to her frustrations. She curled up in bed with her book, not wanting to look at her phone, almost fearing that this tempting counsellor would have followed up with more temptations. After a few minutes, there was a very light tap at her door before Jennifer cracked it open and peeked inside.

"Are you still awake?" she whispered.

"Yes, come on in," Jane answered, whispering too for a reason she wasn't sure of. "What is it?"

Jennifer came over and perched on the corner of the bed while Jane sat up.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I kind of got the sense today that you wanted to talk about men, and maybe sex, and maybe not David?"

"Oh god, was I that obvious?"

"No, not at all. I think maybe I was feeling more tuned to it. I hope I'm not intruding with this?"

"No, you're not," Jane reassured her. "I guess I was trying to maybe test the feel of the room. I guess I've had some recent temptation, but I haven't acted on it at all. I love David."

"I know you do, hun," she said, smiling. "Can I offer you some advice, or maybe just my own personal perspective?"

"Of course. Please do."

"Do it. If there's a man you want, fuck him. If there isn't a specific man right now but you're fantasizing, let your fantasies become specific and detailed, so that you know exactly what you want from him and what you don't, and then you'll be surprised how quickly a man suiting your needs can be manifested. When he appears, just fuck him."

"Oh my god, Jenn!"

"Trust me," she said. "Ken and I came to an agreement just over a year ago. Our relationship and our marriage and the life we've built together is more important than monogamy, or anyone else's idea of morality. I'm having the best sex of my life, with men I choose and want, and with men who really want me. It's even made my sex with Ken better, since it's when and how we both want it."

"So, is he seeing other women too?" Jane asked. "Having sex with them?"

"He was free to, and we set some ground rules for that, but in the end, I think he found that what he wanted from the women that he sees isn't exactly sex. He's dropped some hints and one time I saw him in the shower and his ass was red like he'd been spanked, but as long as we're both happy, I'm kind of 'don't ask, don't tell' if you know what I mean."

"Wow, that's a lot to take in," Jane said. "Thanks a lot for trusting me with this."

Jennifer smiled, paused, then leaned in and kissed Jane, in more than a friendly way.

"I'm telling you, best sex of my fucking life. Go for it," Jennifer whispered, then slipped out of Jane's room and closed the door behind her.