Secrets Ch 11

11

Tuesday meant a return to the office for me. I was nervous about how I was going to make that happen without being discovered, and then about how it would feel to be wearing them all day in close proximity to the men and women that I worked with. I decided to worry about one thing at a time, and getting the toys to work without Jane knowing or seeing was the first challenge. Our mornings when we were going into the office were quick and chaotic, with us circling around each other as she took our turns in the shower then shared a quick breakfast.

I got myself up out of bed and sped through my routine, showering and then shaving. As I smeared the shaving cream across my chin, I recalled Master's comment about grooming with a shiver. I could barely think of a way to explain to my wife why I'd shaved off my pubic hair. I thought of the hair down there, as well as on my legs, chest and all the rest, and couldn't even imagine how I would get all that done.

When Jane took her turn in the shower, I rushed downstairs. I grabbed the chastity cage and the bag where I kept my butt plugs and just tossed them all into my briefcase. There was no time to sort and choose. I was back upstairs long before Jane was done, so at least I'd taken care of step one, and I felt some small bit of relief at least.

We left the house at the same time but as we drove separately, each in our cars, we gave each other a quick peck of a kiss goodbye at the top of the driveway. On my short drive to work, I had a feeling it was going to be quite a challenging day. I pulled into the parking lot and parked in my usual spot and, after a deep breath, went inside. I said hello to the receptionist on my way in, as I always did but then made a detour to the washrooms even before heading to my office.

I ducked into a stall and, as quickly as I could, I got myself packed into the chastity cage and locked away. I then lubricated up a medium sized steel plug and reached back, finding the rosebud of my ass with its cold hard tip and eased it inside. As the widest part was pulled in and I felt the base finding its home inside me I bit my lip to silence the instinctual soft moan. My body's reaction to the plug was to try to get hard, but the cage was frustrating that arousal quite effectively.

I tucked things back into my briefcase and then headed to my office. I tried to get started as I always did, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I added signing into Master's app to that routine, so that I could inform him that I had obeyed his instructions. A response came back from him much more quickly than I had anticipated.

"Good slut," the message read. "Send me photos."

"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling put off balance.

I imagined that I should have anticipated that request, as I then had to slip back into the washroom once more with my phone, tugging down my underwear and taking the photos that confirmed the presence of the two toys. They were far from artistic, but they showed my cock straining in the cage and the base of the plug nestled between my ass cheeks. As I used the app to send the photos off, I realized that my phone still had its location services on, so my work location was surely in his possession as well, thanks to the metadata of the photograph and the simple fact that my phone's location was being shared with him by the app.

The morning went by as normally as it could. I had phone calls to take and emails to answer, as well as numerous meetings to attend. Given that we were in the office only three days a week, they tried to maximize our shared facetime together. I felt the plug constantly, but most intensely when I was seated for longer periods of time. I also felt like I had to grip it when I stood up, out of fear that it would slip out of me, but its size and fit made that mostly not an issue.

Crossing my legs during the meeting was out of the question, thanks to the cage. The first time that I tried, out of habit, I winced in pain, but I didn't see anyone notice. The ache of arousal came and went throughout the day, but I found that I was getting used to it. My cock felt like something that was becoming less mine. The cage kept it tight and small and devoid of any sensation -- I wasn't even allowed the feeling of my skin against the fabric of my underwear.

Another thing I hadn't thought about was that relieving myself standing up was no longer possible. When I had been caged during the weekend, it hadn't seemed a big deal, but at work it meant bypassing the urinals each time and heading into the private stalls every time. There was only one time during the day that anyone else had been in the washroom the same time as I was, but still I wondered if anyone would notice and question it.

As I approached the middle of the day, I was starting to really look forward to a break, even if that just meant getting outside for a walk or a bit of fresh air. Master, it turned out, had a different kind of lunch break for me. At around 11:45, another message from him arrived.

"Having a fun day, fucktoy? I'll bet you are. Tell me, did you bring more than one plug with you today?"

"Yes, Master," I answered. "In order to get things together quickly this morning, I just grabbed them all."

I was nervous giving him that much information, but I felt compelled to answer honestly.

"What a good slut you are. When you start your lunch break, you're going to switch the plug you have in now for the app-controlled plug. Once you have it in, you can head to your car. Tell anyone you have to that you're going out for lunch today."

"Yes, Master," I answered, feeling helplessly resigned to my role as his obedient plaything.

I grabbed my briefcase, to carry the toys in, and slipped into the washroom once more. It didn't take me long to make the switch, but as soon as I had completed the task, I rushed outside as quickly as I could. I was terrified that he'd activate the vibrating function while I was still in the office. If it came to life while I was around other people, I was sure they'd be able to hear it buzzing, never mind noticing my reactions to it.

I breathed a sigh of relief once I cleared the front door. I got into my car and started it to get the air conditioning going, then messaged Master to give him my status, even though I was sure the plug itself was broadcasting itself to him. The message from him, when it came, was tormentingly devoid of details. All there was was an address. With no other real choice, I entered it into my phone's maps, and pulled out.

The location was only a few minutes away, but the directions took me into the outskirts of town into an area that looked and felt something between industrial and abandoned. To my surprise, at the last moment, I saw a sign indicating the name of a private gentlemen's club. I wasn't feeling at all up to visiting a strip club, not as I was currently restricted, but I carried on nonetheless. I parked my car and made my way towards the door.

It was locked, but there was a small intercom button, which I pushed.

"This is a private club. How may I help you?" a distorted voice answered.

"Hello. I was given this address to come for lunch," I answered.

"Does that make you David?"

"Yes, it does."

The door buzzed so loudly, surprising me, that I pushed it open and stepped inside without immediately noticing that the plug inside me had started to hum at its lowest setting. I thought the tingling was anticipation and nerves alone until I clued in a few strides in.

A large, very seriously sized doorman greeted me in the vestibule, looking me up and down before stepping to the side to allow me to enter further. He gave me a slight nod, so I returned it. I entered what looked like a fairly typically laid out restaurant with a bar at one side. There was some light jazz being piped in quietly, and there seemed to be about 10 or 12 people scattered around across the selection of tables, booths and barstools. Not knowing what else to do, I found a seat in a nearby booth and picked up a menu.

The plug was teasing me, but I was able to get a better sense of the place with a moment to look around. After seeing a couple servers coming out from the back hallway near the bar, I was able to confirm my growing assessment of the place. Its identity as a gentlemen's club had not meant what I had originally assumed, as there were no signs of strippers or anything like them. In fact, there wasn't a woman in the place. The guests were all men and the servers that I had seen were as well, even though their work uniforms were far from gender confirming. One was in tight shorts and a very snugly fitted dress shirt. Another was wearing a pleated miniskirt with dark stockings. His well displayed legs were muscular and well-defined, and he wore four inch heels, making him rather imposingly tall. His top was white as well, but was more blouse than shirt, with a ruffled trim. He was the one that seemed assigned to my table, as he stepped right up to me and asked me for a drink order. Despite everything, it was still a work day, so I decided to stick with carbonated water.

I distracted myself with the details of the menu, teased by the plug as it hummed and buzzed with a variety of speed and pattern settings. I had been hungry when I left work but I was starting to feel much too nervous to actually eat anything. My server was soon on his way back to me, moving with impressive grace in his heels, and I looked forward to the drink as my lips were starting to feel dry. His lips were painted, I noticed, with a dark red shade of lipstick that looked quite imposing and pretty all at once. Rather than just setting my drink down on the table, he took a seat across from me.

"This is your first time here, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, it is. I guess that's kind of obvious," I answered.

"Yes, you do seem a bit nervous and surprised, but the club isn't so large that I don't notice a new face. May I ask what brings you here?"

That was a question I was not at all sure how to answer.

"I guess you could say that I received the recommendation of a friend," I said.

"A friend or a Dominant?" he asked, and I felt my face start to warm.

"A Dominant," I confessed.

"I suspected as much," he said with a kind smile.

"Is it that obvious?"

"It was the way you looked at me," he said. "Dominants look at the servers dressed like as though they are thinking about fucking them. Subs look at me and realize that it might soon be them dressed up this way."

"Yes, that does seem to happen to me," I admitted.

My phone buzzed, startling me.

"Excuse me," I apologized. "I need to answer this."

It was a message from Master.

"You will obey the commands and requests of anyone there. Make me proud," it read.

I blushed, reading it across from this man as my ass was teased.

"Was that him?"

"Yes, it was," I replied, then decided I might as well be open and honest. "He told me that I have to obey everyone here."

"Everyone?" he asked. "Even me?"

"Yes, you too. He said, "Anyone here.'"

"Oh that's fun. It isn't often that I'm anything more than the obedient one when I'm working. I'm so glad that you sat in my section."

"Thank you," I said.

"How much time do I have?"

I looked at my watch quickly.

"I'm supposed to be back at work in 40 minutes or so, I guess, but I'm not sure I'm allowed to let that matter."

"Well, we don't want to get you fired, on top of everything else. No time to waste then. Come with me."

He slid out of the booth and started walking back towards the bar and hallway from where he'd come. I took a quick sip of my water, then rushed to follow him. He led me down a corridor, past the bustling kitchen and then down some stairs, around a corner, and into what seemed like a kind of lounge space. It might once have been something more, but at the moment it looked like it had been given over to a kind of staff lounge.

"Take off your clothes. Let's have a look at you," he instructed.

I sighed, wondering how often this kind of thing was going to be happening to me now, but I also started to remove my clothing in obedience. He sat down on a large sofa to watch me.

It was such a different set of emotions, compared to doing things like this for the camera in my basement. He was right there, smiling and watching, shifting in his seat. I hesitated for a moment, standing there in just my boxer, but he nodded his head, indicating that I should continue. He wanted it all off. I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them, adding them to the pile of my folded clothes.

"Look at you, all locked up and oozing. Is that buzzing coming from your ass?"

"Yes. That's the vibrating butt plug that Master likes to tease me with."

"He's controlling it now?"

"Yes, it's wireless -- through my phone."

"That's so hot. You've got a good one there. And he sent you here?"

"Yes, he did."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I thought, when I saw the name of the place, that it was a strip club or something, and that he was going to tease me with not being able to even get hard around pretty girls. Now I guess he just wants me to feel submissive around men."

"Not just feel submissive though, right? You actually are submissive. You are obeying his command to do whatever I say, just because he texted you a message. He's not even here."

"I guess I can't deny that," I answered, standing there naked in front of him.

"Good for you. You seem like a true submissive," he said, still smiling. "You really want to please him, this Master of yours, don't you?"

"I do. I sometimes don't even understand how good it feels to please him and obey him," I answered, the words rushing from me in surprising openness.

"I like that. I do. It's hot to see you finding someone who makes you feel like that," he said. "But I suppose I should be keeping track of time. I want you to come over here and give me a bit of pleasure."

I started stepping forwards, toward him, feeling a return of my nerves. He leaned back in his seat and spread his legs, revealing the sizeable bulge being barely held back by a pair of lace panties under his short skirt.

"Get on your knees. Stroke me. Get me hard. Use both hands," he directed.

I knelt down and edged closer, between his spread thighs. I reached up and pulled down the front of his panties and lifted his cock out of them. He was of an impressive size and he was shaved smooth, all around his cock and balls. With one hand around the very base of his shaft and the other just above it, I started to squeeze and stroke him.

He felt half-hard to begin with, but he started to stiffen even more quite quickly. Given how he was dressed and that he was working in this place as a server, I imagined that it was probably him giving this kind of service to the men who came to dine and spend time here, but now he had me to please him.

The plug was humming inside me madly, affecting my thoughts and emotions, and the way I felt about what I was doing. It felt so powerful to submit, to be here at this man's command, and to be the instrument of his pleasure. I was denied. I was caged. I was plugged and teased and exposed, because I was there for these men, and for my Master. As I stroked, he grew thicker and harder and larger, making more room on his shaft for my hands.

"Oh god, that feels good," he moaned. "Don't stop, but wrap your lips around the head. Use your tongue."

I took a deep breath and leaned in closer. I opened my mouth wide and took in the throbbing, glistening head of his cock. The taste of him filled my mouth as I closed my lips to hold him there. It only got more powerful as I began to slide the tip of my tongue around him, exploring the feel of him. I could feel the texture around the head of his cock. My tongue found every ridge and edge and texture to explore while I worked with both hands on him, pumping him hard and tight.

I was aware of my own arousal, thanks to the ache of my trapped cock. I could feel myself leaking and gripping the buzzing plug in response. I found myself moaning around him, wanting to use the vibrations of my lips to please him, to be sure, but also just to express the overwhelming emotions coming over me. This man, this stranger, this anonymous server in a skirt was using me for his basest pleasure and I loved it.

He started to groan and grunt and slap the seats of the sofa beside him with his hands. I kept going, feeling how close he was. There were the sounds I heard over the speaker and through my headphones when I was putting on my shows for me, but this was right here and in person. I felt his cock tighten just as he started to spurt. The rope of warm cum hit the back of my throat with force and the spasms of his load shooting into me just kept coming. The taste was strong and it felt thick and heavy on my tongue, swirling around inside my mouth with its own, unmistakable texture. Nothing else I'd ever eaten or drank felt like this.

There was so much cum that it was hard to keep up with, and then it was impossible to. My mouth was filling faster than I could swallow and his load started to leak out my lips and drip down my chin. I could feel it on my hands, around his shaft, as I pumped him. With a deep, guttural moan he gave his last spurt and he fell back in his seat. I was finally able to catch up, to swallow all that was in my mouth, and then to lick up the mess on my fingers and on his shaft. I licked him clean as he softened, and then I sucked my own fingers, getting the last of his load inside me.

"Oh fuck, that was good. I don't know where your Master found you, but you're a natural at this."

"Thank you, Sir," I answered meekly.

"You'd better get going, if you're going to avoid being late, honey, but I hope I see you again sometime. No one has done that for me in a while!"

"Thank you... thank you again," I mumbled.

He was leaning back, his eyes closed as he recovered. I stood up and quickly got myself dressed. He hadn't moved at all by the time I was done, so I whispered a goodbye and slipped out of the room. I found my way back upstairs and out, receiving some lewd smiles and hearing muttered comments as I passed by the kitchen and through the dining room. My hands were shaking and I unlocked my car and got it.

I sat there for a minute or two, pushing the air conditioning up to full to help me calm down. Once again I'd become a cock-sucker. It wasn't just one man or one time or one cock. I was sinking deeper and deeper.

My phone buzzed and it was Master calling. I answered it.

"You continue to make me proud, showing me what a good little fuck toy you are. Head back to work and have a good afternoon. I want you to keep this plug in for the rest of the day. I won't tease you too much with it, since I'm sure everyone around you would know, but I really want you to know that I could, any time I wanted."

"Oh god.... Yes, Master."

"You're a good slut, pet. I'm quite happy to own you," he said. "Now have a good, productive afternoon, and know that you're mine."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

He closed the call and I drove back to work. As I pulled into the parking lot, the plug stopped buzzing. I trudged back to my office, feeling the plug inside me, the cage locked onto me, and tasting cum in my mouth. It struck me at that moment that I didn't know the man's name, but that was just one more bit of humiliation to add to the list.

Interlude

Jane didn't remember her dreams, but she remembered what she had fallen asleep thinking about. She remembered what, and she remembered who. She went through her morning routine and her drive to work on autopilot, as she was really just biding time until she could get into her office, close the door and complete the little homework assignment her anonymous sexual counsellor had assigned her.