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Secrets Ch 06

Secrets Ch 06

by crissyribbons
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It was hard to accept that it was all really happening to me. How could it be that I was on my knees, my wrists chained behind me, chained to a wall and collared, wearing a sissy's cheerleading costume. I should have been at home, waiting for my wife to come home, but instead I was here, a plug vibrating in my ass and a very real cock jutting out at me through the opening in the wall I faced.

"Be good," the man had said, and I could hear Master saying the same thing to me.

I knew that this was what he had been training me for, with my obedience as well as with the physical pleasuring of the toys in front of an audience. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but I closed my eyes as I leaned forward. I felt the stranger's wet head against my pursed, slightly parted lips. It was warm and the taste of him was immediate. I could almost hear the voices of the men who would encourage me on the live streams, as I continued to lean in. What started as a kind of kiss deepened as I opened my mouth to him.

It was similar to the toys I'd been practicing on but still very different. I could feel heat radiating from his cock. I could taste him, even more now that his shaft was on my tongue. He also started to move as he felt me around him. I imagined he was relatively limited in how much freedom of movement he had, feeding his bare cock through an opening in a wall, but he seemed to do what he could.

I thought about Master and imagined him watching. I thought about the men who had been watching me train, and imagined them urging me on and calling out lusty encouragement. I also started to feel this man's reactions, as he started to grow even larger and harder as my lips slid up and down his shaft, and as my tongue pressed him up against the roof of my mouth. I moaned around him as I heard his muffled grunts.

With my hands trapped behind me, I had only my mouth to use to please him. I sucked and slurped and licked, as best I could. I tried not to think about what a sight I must have been, kneeling there, head bobbing, slobbering and slurping. I was glad for my training sessions as they had prepared me for at least the start of the sensations of what this was like. They had not prepared me, however, for the sensation of his continuing growth as he grew more and more aroused.

Soon it felt like he was gagging me, pushing into my throat so far and thick. I was drooling messily and gasping for air in between thrusts. I started to feel the limits of the chain that held me in place. I couldn't get away from the size and heat and throbbing feeling of him, pushing into my mouth and filling up my thoughts and reality. My eyes watered and my heart pounded. The humming plug inside me was keeping me aroused and confused.

Just when I was sure I was about to pass out, he started to spasm and spurt. This was something else that practice with the dildos had not prepared me for. He was so deep that his first pulse of cum shot down my throat, but as he pulled back, all of a sudden, my mouth was filling with warm, salty cum. My cheeks swelled up and I sputtered, then finally realized that I would have to swallow or choke.

I began to swallow, feeling the thick gooey load slide down my throat. I could feel it flowing down my neck, all the way down into my belly. He kept cumming and I kept swallowing, until he was spent. I took it all in. Even when I had swallowed it all, the taste remained, as though it had scarred my taste buds.

The taste of him lingered, but he did not. As soon as he was fully spent, he pulled back and was gone, and the panel in the wall closed. I knelt there, swallowing and licking my lips and trying to clean myself up as the reality of what had just happened sank in. It hadn't been just practice or just a toy at home. I had sucked a man's cock, and he'd cum in my mouth and I'd swallowed all of it down, at least all that I could manage. I had done it all while dressed in a humiliating, feminizing costume, and also while a toy buzzed and danced inside me. I had to wonder if it had been just the plug that had kept me so aroused, or if the powerful control of these others had contributed as well. Master, from somewhere, was pulling the strings, and there were clearly men near me who were willing to assist him in placing me in that predicament.

I had no idea what time it was, or how much time had passed. Even with the plug still humming I was able to manage enough normal thought to know that I was working with a deadline. Jane would be on her way home and there was a list of to-do items that was critically important to complete before she returned. The toys and clothes had to be hidden, and that needed somehow to include the items I was wearing and filled with at that moment. Somehow I'd need to melt or crack the ice to get to the key to get out of the chastity cage as part of that too. To do any of that, I needed to get home and get cleaned up.

That didn't seem to be the immediate concern of the men in charge of me then, as rather than being freed and let go, I was faced with yet another cock as the wall panel slid open again. He was larger than the previous man, or perhaps just more aroused to start. There seemed to be less foreplay from either of us. I knew what I had to do, and the stranger knew what to expect. I licked at him and kissed the head of his cock passionately, performing and hoping to please him. I moved on quickly to parting my lips for him, taking his throbbing heat inside and making my mouth a place of pleasure and use for him.

I made as tight and pleasing a receptacle for him as I could, and he responded by thrusting as much as his position allowed. I matched his pace and rhythm, bobbing up and down, feeling so helpless and used and owned. I could feel the plug inside me, pulsing at full force. I knew I was throbbing and leaking inside my cage, overwhelmed by the sensations and situation. This wasn't just a game or practice anymore. It wasn't just fantasy, nor words on a screen. I was in this place, chained and collared and servicing men. It was real.

In his own time, the second man came eagerly and messily. I had an even harder time keeping up with the sheer amount of warm, slippery cum he spurted into me and, even trying my best, I was sputtering and gasping and feeling it drip down my chin. Once he was spent, he was gone as quickly as the first man.

This time, as I knelt and worked to catch my breath, the plug was silent. That lack of sensation made my situation seem even more shameful and embarrassing. The taste of cum filled my mouth and I could feel the globs and strings of that which I'd not been able to swallow or reach with my tongue dripping down or drying on my face.

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The next noise I heard wasn't the panel opening again, thankfully. Instead it was the door behind me. I was released from the wall and then the collar was removed. The man helped me to stand and then released my wrists from the cuffs. He handed me my coat, which I wrapped around myself.

"Not bad," he said. "Not bad for the first time at all."

First and second time, I thought to myself. His comment, in my mind, also suggested that this wouldn't be the last time either.

I wasn't offered a location or time to clean myself up at all -- I was just led back to the door where I had entered. I buttoned my coat up tight around my uniform and rushed to my car. I looked at myself quickly in the visor mirror but then, seeing the mess my face was, I got moving so that I could get home as quickly as possible. I roared into the driveway and, seeing no one around, rushed inside.

Alone and in private at last, I breathed a sigh of relief. I put my coat away and walked to the ground floor bathroom, just to have a look at myself. My lips seemed a bit swollen and red, but I felt that it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but me. What would be noticed was the dried cum on my chin and down my neck and chest. I was about to wash it all off, but then I was hit with a moment of doubt. I decided it would be better to be safe than sorry and got out my phone.

"Master, may I please clean myself up and remove the uniform and toys, to be prepared for my wife's return?" I asked in a message to him.

His answer came via a voice call in just a few minutes, but it seemed a lot longer as I stood there waiting.

"I'm so proud of you for asking, slut," he said. "You may clean up, shower and remove and clean and put away your pretty little outfit. You may remove and put away your vibrating plug. You will, however, replace the plug with your medium-sized standard plug. You may thaw out your chastity cage key, but you will not remove the cage. You will remain plugged for me and caged by me for at least one hour after your wife returns home. That ring on your finger shows that you belong to her, but you are also to be reminded that you belong to me as well. That will not not end just because the weekend has ended. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I understand, Master," I replied. "But are you sure? What if she can tell?"

"Does she ordinarily grope your cock as soon as she comes home, slut? Or probe your ass?"

"No, Master."

"And would she ordinarily question you about every time you use the toilet?"

"No, Master."

"Then there isn't going to be any practical problem, is there, fucktoy? You will get to be in her presence while you know and feel that there are now large parts of your life that belong to your Master. It will be helpful for you to keep this in mind as we move forward."

"Yes, Master," I answered once more, feeling chastised.

"Keep in mind what I said before. Your service to me does not end simply because your wife is back home. The discussion you are to have with her is not suggested, it is required. Get used to this reality, as you are going to have a number of ongoing requirements to serve and please me, slut."

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It was all starting to feel intensely real. I could feel the way he was enjoying his power over me, and how deeply the truth of it was affecting me. I didn't know if he was pleased by the idea that he was taking some of me from Jane, or inserting himself into our marriage.

"I understand, Master," I said.

"I'm not totally sure you do, at least not yet. But you will," he said. "You may get yourself ready now though, as I've instructed."

"Thank you, Master," I replied, and then with a click he was gone.

It was a relief to peel off the costume and my lingerie, and even more so to stand under the hot water of the shower and feel the cum and sweat rinse away. The taste seemed to linger in my mouth, or perhaps just in my mind. I had done it. I had actually served and sucked another man. I had submitted to a Master in person, for real. It was an intoxicating, confusing and conflicted set of emotions to work through. It was yet another secret that I had to keep, but it also felt so freeing.

He had been proud of me. He was pleased by my obedience and my submission. Appreciation from the men who'd watched me in my online sessions through the past couple days had also been full of encouragement in their way, using the image of me on their screens to jerk off to, and even paying me. I remembered in the days leading up to this weekend alone that I had wondered if a couple days full of self-indulgence would help get all these urges and desires out of my system, at least for a while, but the opposite had happened. I had discovered an even more powerful hunger than I had anticipated and, along with that, knowledge of a man who seemed committed to having me grow in my kinks. I felt like I was at the start of a journey, and it was one that I didn't know where it would end.

I removed the vibrating plug in the shower and got myself as squeaky clean as I could. I was really starting to look forward to getting the chastity cage off and being able to touch myself. Depending on Jane's mood, I wondered if there was even the possibility of having her touch. I had spent the weekend in a cloud of submissive, sissy arousal, but that didn't eliminate the desire I still felt towards my wife. As much as I knew the conversation that Master was insisting upon would be difficult and awkward, the idea of being able to go down on her more often was exciting. If all that I had needed to do was ask for it, it would be a powerful revelation.

After my shower, I packed up the lingerie items I had been wearing, along with the cheerleader costume and placed them in the bag with the rest. The vibrating plug went in too, in its little case along with its charger. I took out the medium plug, feeling the weight of the stainless steel in my hand. It had a pink plastic jewel set in the base, and I could imagine how it looked nestled in between my butt cheeks, as one small feminine detail. I sighed, lubricated it well, then pushed and twisted it inside, finding myself getting used to that particular procedure and sensation.

It felt strange to get dressed in normal clothes again. My underwear felt rough against my king and my jeans and t-shirt seemed so baggy and heavy. I carried the bag of secrets down into the basement, finding space in the back of a drawer in my little-used workshop where I was confident that no one else but me would ever be rummaging around. Once that was hidden away, I returned upstairs to make another tour of the entire house, making sure that there was nothing laying about or out of place that would give any suggestion of how I had actually spent the weekend. Everything seemed spotless.

I went to the kitchen and fetched the glass from the freezer. The surface of it started to get hazy with frozen condensation as soon as I took it out. I set it down on the counter, looking at the size of it, seeing the keys there, encased in ice. I put a plug in the sink drain and then started the hot water running. After holding the glass under the running water for a few minutes, the ice slipped free as a cylinder and fell into the sink. I spread a dishtowel out on the counter and set the ice down, then started to tentatively smack at it with a meat tenderizer. It took some time, alternating between impact and hot water, but eventually I had the keys free and in my hand again. I felt relief, knowing at least that I was able to get out again, once the time of my permission arrived.

I tucked the keys into the pocket of my jeans. I emptied the sink, folded and hung up the dish towel and put the glass into the dishwasher. Once the kitchen was spotless and tidy again, I made yet another tour of the house. There was nothing to find. There was no visible evidence of my depravity. It was all in my mind and memory. It was online. It was possibly even preserved in some photo or video from the place I had just left. And it was in me, as sure as there was a plug in my ass and a man's cum in my belly.

Interlude.

With the other women around the bustle of everyone packing up and getting ready to return to their homes and partners and work, there was little time for Jane to think about the emails or her budding ideas and fantasies, but she did share smiles with Jennifer when they had quick moments alone.

She had hoped for more conversation in the car on the way home, but with three of them driving back together rather than just two, there wasn't an opportunity for that either. Jane volunteered to take the back seat so she could chill out and think. It was easier to disassociate from any ongoing conversations back there, and if she closed her eyes, they would just think she was napping.

Her friends' voices were a blur, little more than the hum of the tires on the highway, as she let herself imagine once more. She wasn't seeing her dream man with too much detail in that moment, but she was enjoying the idea of being open about it. If David knew and accepted the idea of her taking a lover, in a kind of exchange for her accepting his desires and kinks and wishes, she wondered how much she would let him know, and how that might feel.

There was a feeling almost of sweet revenge in her thoughts about him having to accept that, in a very real way, it was his interests and actions that would have brought it on, so why wouldn't have to accept himself as a cuckold? She ran though a mental inventory of his friends, wondering how it might feel to let one of them fuck her, and to have him know it. Maybe she would just pick a total hunk, a man's man, and then introduce her husband to him. She smiled more and more as her imagination was exercised. She could see herself dressing up in her sexiest outfit and heading out on a date, telling her husband not to wait up. It was around the time that she imagined herself being taken from behind in their bedroom with her husband being sent off to make dinner for the three of them when she realized that she was wet, and her nipples were rock hard. She pushed her fantasies from her mind and opened her eyes again.

They were getting close to home, so she started filling her mind with warm thoughts of her husband instead, and imagined his warm, loving arms around her. She did miss him and was looking forward to being home, but the "if" of these fantasies was feeling a lot more like "when."

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