I was able to hang on that feeling of satisfaction all through dinner and the evening that followed. If she had been thinking about work when she arrived home, those concerns seemed to melt away as she enjoyed her dinner. I could see her looking around, noticing the clean and tidy house, which I knew put her mind at ease. There were times when I was even able to free my mind of the thoughts of Master and what I'd done for him, even that day. It has been only an hour or so since I'd freed my body of the toys.
After dinner, I insisted on cleaning up myself and sent her to the living room to relax. I poured her a glass of wine and brought it out to her, bringing one more smile to her lips, which warmed me internally. Maybe Master was right, and there was satisfaction to be found in just working to please her in any way that I could, and then trying to find acceptance of the ways that perhaps I couldn't. Of course, if I couldn't, that would mean either those desires and needs or hers would go unfulfilled, over serviced by someone else.
Once I was done in the kitchen, I brought out the wine to refill her glass and to pour one for myself. We sat and chatted about her day at work and about mine, sipping our wine. When we decided to put on the TV and watch a show together before bed, it was almost a relief to me to have successfully avoided having to talk about my morning impotence. I was still building up the nerve to get to the topic that Master had given me until mid-week to get to. I wanted to sprinkle metaphorical breadcrumbs first, so that it would not seem so out of character for me to broach a topic that so often went consciously ignored between us.
Jane was drifting off by the time the show was over, so I escorted her up to bed and tucked her in with a kiss. I returned downstairs to fix myself a stronger drink, as my mind seemed to start racing the moment I closed the bedroom door behind me. I was already starting to see my private time and time to be given over to Master's wishes. I sat in the living room, the TV on low, killing time watching sports highlights, while I waited to be sure that Jane was truly asleep before I logged on to the app, looking for messages from him.
"I knew you'd be back," his message teased me, making me blush at the obvious truth of it.
"Yes, Master," was all I could think of to reply.
"Since you are clearly so desperate for my control, let's reward you with some of it. Go down to where your secret stash is kept and strip for me. Once you're naked, let me know and I will call you. I want to hear your voice as you obey, and I want you to hear mine."
I was nervous to be making any noise at all, but I was already moving to obey. I snuck downstairs, closing all the doors behind me. I figured that it would be fine if I used my headphones to hear him, and spoke quietly in response. Once she got to sleep, Jane was a pretty sound sleeper, but if Master was going to have me naked for him, it would be impossible to explain my situation if she did get up and come looking for me. I put my fears aside and concentrate on obedience, stripping completely and then sending my message of confirmation.
My phone began to buzz with his incoming call, so I quickly slipped on the headphones and answered it.
"Hello Master," I said in a soft quiet voice.
"Hello my little fucktoy," he answered. "Are you properly naked for me?"
"Yes, Master."
"Show me. Since you can hear my voice, you won't need to hold your phone. Prop it up as you do for your little sex shows, so I can see you."
"Yes Master," I replied.
I switched the call to video and set up the phone.
"Good slut," he said, his voice echoing in my ears. "Place your hands behind your head, elbows out."
I took the pose he commanded, then heard a shutter-click sound effect from my phone.
"What was that, Master?" I asked.
"You know what it was," he said. "I want photos of you like this. Obedient and submissive. You want me to have what I want, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," I answered nervously.
"Good little slut," he said. "Now turn around and show me the back of you, but don't move your hands."
"Yes, Master," I replied, and turned my body with little steps, until my back was to the camera, and I heard the shutter click again.
"Good pet," he said. "Though I think we're going to have to have a talk soon about your grooming. The men who see you and use you are going to prefer you to be clean-shaven, as will I."
I could tell that he didn't mean my face.
"Everywhere, Master?" I asked, not knowing how I was going to explain that choice to my wife.
"In time, yes, slut. I don't think that a proper little sissy slut should have any hair at all below the neck, but we'll get there in time. For now, I want you to get one of your dildos."
I moved quickly to fetch what he asked for, pulling the bag of toys from its hiding place and selecting one of medium size.
"Keep your back to me, lubricate the dildo, then bend forward and start fucking your ass with it, whore."
"Yes, Master," I answered, then followed the words with the actions he commanded.
I coated the dildo with the cold, slippery lubricant then began working it into my tight ass. I found myself moaning softly, feeling it fill and stretch me.
"I want you to repeat these words, as you continue to fuck your sissy pussy for me: 'I belong to my Master. I love my Master.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," I answered, then repeated the words back to him. "I belong to my Master. I love my Master."
"Good slut, but we also need to work on your sissy voice. Start my speaking more softly, and with a little higher tone. Try a girly little whisper at first if that helps."
