I awoke, feeling deeply refreshed but also aching in a throbbing pain I didn't understand until I reached down and remembered that I was still locked in the chastity device -- its key encased in a solid block of ice. I looked down to see my cock swollen, pressing against the bars of its cage and pulling at my balls. The plug in my ass, and the panties I work over it all, just teased me more.
I got myself out of bed and padded barefoot into the washroom to relieve myself. I had to do it sitting down, thanks to the device, but I wasn't fully awake yet so I didn't mind that time. As I sat there, I started to make a mental inventory of all the toys and feminine clothing that had come into the house as a result of my obedience to Master, as I needed to make sure I remembered to hide every piece before my wife was due home at the end of her weekend away.
I had showered in the evening, but I still felt like I could use the water on my skin, so I stepped under the hot water again and got myself clean and fresh, again doing the best I could to clean in and around the cage, and removing the plug only temporarily. I almost felt like Master was watching me, even though I knew that was impossible.
I might have been anticipating Jane's return and the end of what felt like a lost weekend of kinky submission, but it turned out that Master still had his mind full of what might yet be done. My phone was ringing with a call from him before I was even done drying myself after the shower.
"Good morning, slut. I hope you had a good rest."
"Thank you, Master. I did," I answered nervously.
"I want you dressed in the cheerleader costume today, my little bitch. Wear the wig again, but give yourself pigtails as well. A nice coat of lipstick makes you so pretty and femme as well."
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
"I understand that your wife comes home today -- is that correct?"
"Yes, Master."
It felt powerful and wrong that he already knew this, but of course I'd told him days ago about why I'd have all this rare time alone.
"Then we should surely make the most of our remaining, uninterrupted time, don't you think?"
"Make the most of it, Master?"
"Oh yes. Definitely. Get yourself ready and into makeup. I may have logged into your streaming account to let your fans know that you'll be doing another training session this morning."
"Ohhh. Yes, Master."
"So hurry up and get into costume. I do think we should offer your viewers a change of venue this time. I want you to get everything set up so that you can suck and be fucked in your bedroom this time. Or should I say, yours and your wife's bedroom."
I felt my chest tighten with the power and teasing shame of what he was asking. I knew that from then on, even when I was laying in bed with Jane, I'd just have to look over and see where I had submitted and put on a show for the pleasure and amusement of men I'd never met.
"Oh please, Master. Do I have to do it here?"
"This is what would please me, fucktoy."
"Yes, Master," I replied, as I had no other response to that -- his power over me was terrifying but just as arousing.
"Good little fucktoy. I'll make it easier on you this time. You will wear the ballgag to start, so that they won't expect you to be able to speak. It's early, so you can also start with just the medium dildo to train your ass with. Start with that, so that you can just be rocking back and forth, getting fucked, while the men start to gather to watch."
"Thank you, Master."
"And don't worry about a timer or the clock. I'm going to be there too, so you can just keep going until you hear me tell you to stop or switch. Get yourself ready and get started, and I will see you on the internet, my little performing sissy slut."
I wasn't at all sure that his new approach to timing would be easier, but I was not given a vote. I gathered up all the toys and clothes and ferried them upstairs, then got myself dressed and made-up. The uniform consisted of a tight pink cropped top with "SISSY" written across the front on an arc of white block letters, combined with a short flared skirt and white knee socks.
I looked and felt silly and embarrassed, but the closer I got to the moment of my public use, the more those emotions transformed into arousal and I descended into a state of blissful submission. Thanks to the fully mirrored closet doors that Jane had insisted on, I got a very good view of myself as I knelt down, gagged and dressed. I found a good location for the phone and then started up the broadcast. I lubricated the dildo and was barely mounting it when I heard the sounds of viewers logging in.
I lost myself in the service and sensations, rocking back and forth, feeling the dildo fill me up. If it had balls, I would have been balls deep onto it. I moaned and drooled and listened to the comments, encouragement and cat-calls of the men, but it was like a distant buzzing. It was only Master's voice that cut through my meditation.
"Slut, you've done a very good job showing us how you train your sissy pussy, getting yourself ready to be fucked for real. Let's move on to your oral training, shall we?" he said.
Gagged and drooling as I was, I turned to the camera and nodded as my reply.
"But one thing first, gentlemen. Our little unnamed slut is currently fucking that dildo for us in the bedroom he shares with his wife, who knows nothing about his secret perversions. Would you men like to have this obedient fuckdoll take a moment to change out of her little cheerleader's uniform and into some of his wife's lingerie instead?"
His suggestion was met with immediate and enthusiastic approval. As they watched and commented, I was directed to dismount the dildo, plug myself, then move to her dresser to pick out three options for the men to vote on. There was some debate, but in time they landed on what happened to be Jane's favourite date-night set.
They were black with lace trim and gold embroidery and were quite pretty, but compared to the things that Master had guided me to purchase for myself at the adult toy store, they seemed quite conservative. That detail didn't seem to matter much to the viewers, who were quite amused to see me strip out of the cheerleader costume and into the lightly padded bra and matching panties, watching me sink deeper into secrets and betrayal.
Master, enjoying my mental torment, seemed to be coming up with new ideas constantly. Rather than have me mount the dildo on the wall, he wanted me to hold it, and even though I had just put a fresh plug in my used ass, he decided that he wanted me riding the next largest dildo, planted onto the seat of Jane's makeup chair. Once it was all decided, I was finally allowed to remove the gag and begin my oral practice while bouncing up and down on the rubber cock, filling up my ass again, this time aided by gravity pulling me down onto it over and over.
I moaned and gasped as I licked and sucked, performing my humiliating training for Master and the other men, as they laughed and grunted and stroked their cocks. I tried to forget that I was wearing my wife's lingerie -- an outfit that, when she wore it, had been a clear signal to me that she wanted sex. I tried, but I failed. Our bedroom was being filled with the sounds of sex, but it was these men jerking off as they casually gave me commands at how to better pleasure the sex toys that make me ache and leak and drool. I licked and sucked in my best approximation of their desires, all the while wondering what their real, warm, flesh-and-blood cocks would taste like.
Would they be harder or softer than the toy? Would I be able to take them as deep? Would they be thicker? How would it taste as their precum started to leak over my tongue, or when they finally came? Was it inevitable that I would find out, or was this weekend just an anomaly? Would I hide away all these toys and purchases, or guiltily purge them from my life, tossing them in some trash bin on a street blocks away from my house, as I had done with similar toys and DVDs before? Could I? Would Master even let me?
