I surprised myself with how much I reacted to seeing Jane return home. It hit me, seeing her pull up, just how rarely we were apart for more than a day. Even so, as I hugged her, I remembered to keep my hips back so that there was no chance of her noticing the feeling of the cage locked on to my cock. From the look on all of their faces they had a wonderful but tiring weekend. I had no doubt they had stayed up late, drinking and talking and laughing. It was just what Jane had needed.
I waved goodbye to them as Jane gave last hugs, then I carried her bags into the house. I felt the sense of a return to normalcy, or at least the beginning of it. There was guilt too, and I worked to appease that by doing my best to tend to her every wish and request. She said she was tired, having stayed up late both nights, so I made sure that all she had to do was sit and relax. I brought her a drink, put away her things, and even offered to unpack her bag and start the laundry.
I felt so acutely aware of the plug inside me and the cage locked onto me. I could feel them, and Master, very present in my thoughts and affecting my behaviour. I felt full and teased and slutty. I felt controlled and under the power of another. I had a secret. It was a strange secret, with so many others involved and aware of it -- Master and men online and now the men in that club and even the clerk at the store -- they all knew this deep, powerful secret about who I was and what I'd done. Master was the core of it all though, and he was the one setting the rules.
The reality sank in that if Jane had come home horny for some reason, having spent days away from me, and wanting nothing more than to be intimate with me as soon as she was dropped off, I would have had to scramble to make some kind of excuse or delay. Even if I would have chosen, in that situation, to Master's commands in favour of her desires, to place the threat of exposure above the ache of disappointing him, I would have had to stall long anyways, just to get enough time alone to remove the two objects from my body.
It didn't happen of course and, while Jane was warm and kind and happy to be home, she was evidently not filled with a desire to pull my clothes off and drag me to bed. She was happy and tired and relaxed, and seemed somewhat thoughtful, even quiet. I bustled around, tending to her, prompting her to tell me some of the stories of her weekend away, but I wanted to strike the right tone, as I didn't want her to feel like I had to know everything, or to feel burdened to remember and recite it all. I kept a bit of physical distance between us, and I kept busy.
Finally, when my time was up, I slipped away. There was laundry I would attend to, so I went downstairs and locked myself in the downstairs washroom. As quickly as I could, I eased and tugged the plug out of my ass and found a hiding place good enough to make do for a few hours. Then, at long last, the cage could come off. As soon as I unlocked it and slipped the confining sleeve off of my shaft, I started to harden. I wrangled the base ring off quickly next, and just stood there for a moment, feeling free for the first time in days. I wanted to touch myself, to stroke and jerk my cock right then and there, but I had a fear that even the slightest bit of physical sensation would have me losing control. I took a deep breath, hid the cage with the plug, then pulled myself back together. I tended to the laundry, starting a second load, then returned upstairs to Jane. I was relieved to finally be able to give her a hug without worry but, by the time I got back upstairs, her head had fallen back against the couch cushions as she was sound asleep and snoring softly.
I felt a bit out of sorts, not knowing quite what to do with myself. The house was already clean and spotless. I also wanted to keep quiet, so I wasn't about to turn on the TV with her napping in the living room. I drifted around the house a bit more, killing time and taunted by my memories of my depravity. It had felt so good to feel his control and his teasing. There had been desire right along with it, certainly expressed in the lewd comments of those who'd watched the streaming video, but also felt in the way Master had taken control and appreciated my obedience.
I sank quietly into a chair and thought, watching her. The weekend was over and I should have been thinking about the return to normalcy, about work and about other daily concerns, and about the little things that brought punctuation to routine days, but it was almost impossible not to think about him, and what I'd done for him. I wasn't done, he'd said, and outside the height of arousal, the power and knowledge to enforce that decision was terrifying. If he wanted, he could no doubt lay waste to my life. I was comforted, somehow, but this sure feeling that such an outcome was not his real wish.
Almost without thinking about it, I took out my phone and logged in to the app we'd used to communicate.
"Back so soon," came his message quickly.
"Yes, Master," I admitted. "She is home, but she is napping."
"And you wore your toys as long as you were instructed?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good slut. Even when she was home, you showed yourself to be mine. Is she napping in your bed, or somewhere else?"
"In the living room, Master. On the couch."
"Tell me, fucktoy, how does it feel to be a cocksucker at last? You're not just having fantasies or playing with toys any more."
"It is hard to really take in, Master. I do feel different. Sometimes I think I can still taste it."
"I'm sure you still can. Sluts like you often have one of two very different reactions once their sissy slut fantasy is made real. Some are disgusted with themselves and they are overwrought with guilt, and they swear that it will never happen again now that they've gotten it out of their system. Others find that it is like a light has been turned on and they realize that they've never quite felt that submissive or aroused before, and they start to wonder when they'll get a chance to do it again."
I waited for him to continue, but there was no indication that he was still typing. Finally I replied, to see if he was wanting prompting.
"Yes, Master?"
"You've begun your training, and you've gotten your taste of what those preparations can lead to, my slutty little bitch. Tell me the truth. Are you feeling guilty, or are you feeling aroused?"
I didn't answer at first, but it wasn't because I had to think about it. I'd known before he asked the question, but his clear options and focused the truth inside me. I paused because I didn't know how I was going to move forward once I admitted it. I looked up at Jane, seeing her looking so beautiful and calm, a soft smile on her sleeping face.
"I am feeling aroused, Master," I confessed.
"I'm proud of you for acknowledging it, slut. I knew it to be true, of course, but it is a very good step that you can admit it to me, and trust me with your feelings."
"Thank you, Master," I answered, feeling his words reassure me and reinforce my feelings.
"If only your wife knew of your true desires. I wonder, if she did, if she might just help you satisfy them."
