Secrets Ch 12

Chapter 12

I was in a daze all that afternoon. I did some work, I was sure, but I couldn't remember any of the details. All I could think of was what I had done, and what I had eaten for lunch. I was constantly afraid that the plug in my ass might start humming and buzzing, especially when I was near anyone else. There were two meetings that I had to sit through, tense and terrified for their entire duration. The closer it got to the end of the day, the more I anticipated having endured it all, even though it was sinking in that there was no end to this in sight for me.

Finally the time crawled to 5:00 and I was allowed to sneak into the washroom once more and I removed the plug and freed my trapped cock. Sitting in the stall, resting for just a moment, I looked down at my humble cock as it reacted to freedom by stiffening somewhat. Compared to the impressive and smooth cock of the man I'd serviced at lunch, it seemed so small and undesirable. I wondered if Jane felt that way about it too. Perhaps she would be better served by my mouth, and by the manhood of other men.

The thoughts that I didn't deserve her sexually, or perhaps that she just deserved more than me, bounced around my head through the last minutes of the day and during the drive home. She wasn't home yet when I arrived, so I got to work making sure the place was spotless and then got dinner started. I felt compelled to do those things that I could accomplish to make her happy.

Jane ran a bit late, so dinner was nearly ready by the time she was home. I welcomed her in and got her a glass of wine as I finished up cooking and set the table. She looked tired and a bit rattled, but I knew how it could be to be back at work after time off -- even just a long weekend. Watching her, I felt my love for her, and felt it trying to find a place in all the new and strange feelings I was having.

My plate was clean while Jane was still pushing her last few bites around with her fork.

"Is it not what you like?" I asked.

"Oh no, it's not that. The food is fantastic -- thank you so much for cooking again," she said hurriedly. "There's just a lot on my mind, from work."

"I get it," I answered, and I did, but still it made me feel like I had not completed a task, if the dinner hadn't pleased her.

I stood up, a bit nervously, to get the bottle of wine. I smiled as I returned and refilled her glass, but then the strangest thought came over me. I could almost hear his words in my head, urging me on. I set down the wine on the table and then got down on my knees, right there on the floor beside her. She looked at me, confused, then looked around like she was trying to find what I may have dropped on the floor.

There was nothing to look for, just me, and I shuffled under the table, moving in front of her chair. I brought my hand up to her legs and eased them apart. She was wearing thigh-high stockings under a simple, long pleated skirt.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just this," I answered, and I began kissing my way up her legs, pushing her skirt up and out of the way as I went.

I could feel her accepting it as she pushed her chair back slightly and so I continued, kissing slowly higher. Acceptance transitioned into desire as my lips reached the tops of her stockings and I found myself kissing bare flesh. She spread her thighs wider for me and edged her bottom forward on the seat of her chair.

Under her skirt, my world filled with the smell of her arousal. I rose up on my knees and kissed her through her panties. I could taste her through the lace and it made me ache. I traced my tongue over the lace trim, then back to her, pressing my lips harder against her. I could feel her squirming, her hands reaching down to pull at her clothing, so I helped her guide the moist lace thong down her legs and off.

I kissed and licked and lapped at her bare pussy. I loved the feel of her trimmed bush against my tongue and lips. Her taste thrilled me. My tongue slid over her, up and down the length of her, then darting in deeper to swirl in her tightness and to flick at her swelling clit.

I was ashamed and confused to realize that I was starting to compare this kind of service to sucking cock, wondering which I was better at, so I just tried to work harder and do more and be better at pleasing her in that moment, as I was, on my knees before her.

"Slower... slower," she moaned.

I calmed myself and set myself to building up her arousal slowly and carefully. I licked up and down the length of her sweet slit, lapping up the juices that flowed. I focussed my efforts by tracing out of words of devotion to her with the tip of my tongue, one letter at a time.

It took some time and my knees started to ache and my tongue felt tired, but I could feel and see and taste her growing arousal. Her nectar was flowing freely now, and I was eagerly devouring it. When my exploring tongue found her clit again, it was swollen and sensitive, and she moaned loudly. I stiffened my tongue and pressed inside her, curling up to build up as much pressure as I could.

"Fuck yes! Don't stop! That.... Fuck. Yes, that! Faster now!"

Her words guided me, and I treated them like advice and commands. I felt her hands on my head, her fingers running through my hair, but also using her grip to direct me and to press my lips against her. As she pulled me against her, her hips rolled and she came, hard and wet, against my open mouth. I slowed, letting her take her pleasure, grinding against my tongue and nose and chin, feeling her soak me. She rode me through the waves of her pleasure, then she moaned softly as it receded. Her hands fell away and she went limp. I gave a last kiss to the inside of her thighs, which made her shiver.

I rose up, breathing a bit heavily myself, and took my seat in my chair. Wordlessly, we both lifted our wine glasses and took long sips.

"What... what was that for?" Jane finally asked.

I had no choice but to answer, but I suppose I had known that this would force me to have the conversation that Master had insisted I have.

"Well, the short answer is that I wanted to, but I guess the longer issue is that sometimes I don't feel as connected to you... sexually... as I would like to. It's been on my mind more since Monday, since I couldn't... you know... But it's also been since before then too. I want to please you. I love all the things we do, whenever we do them, but I also love that. I love going down on you."

"I love that too," she said, her voice kind of drifting away at the end.

"So I just want to say that I think that this can help me feel like I'm connected to you. Close to you. Pleasing you. I love it for just what it is. It isn't meant as a kind of way to initiate sex, and it isn't me trying to angle for you to be returning the favour. It's kind of the opposite. I kind of love the idea of you just knowing that I would do this, go down on you, whenever you like."

"Whenever I like?"

"Yes, whenever. Whether it's just that you've had a hard day, or you wake up wanting it, or you get turned on watching a movie or something. You say the word, and I'm there."

Her expression changed a bit and she tilted her head.

"Is this about the kinds of things you've hinted at before? Submissive personalities and all that?"

"I'm not trying to get you to do anything you don't want to do, or anything that doesn't make you feel good. I certainly don't want you to feel like I'm expecting you to act a certain way, or take on any kind of role you don't like. Sure, the idea of offering this sort of works with how I see myself sometimes, but this isn't anything more than me letting you know that I love this, and I hope you do too. It makes me feel good, just to bring you pleasure this way, and there isn't anything more than me letting you know that it's on the table, whenever you like. Or, you know, under the table."

She laughed at my bad joke, which removed the moment of tension.

"Okay," she said. "I hear you, and I accept it. I don't know how often I'm going to take you up on this, but it did feel fucking amazing, and I think it was just what I needed tonight. It is nice, knowing that I can feel this way without trying to guess what might be expected of me in response."

"Nothing else at all, other than letting me get you more wine, and maybe ice cream?"

"Ice cream it is," she answered, "and maybe a movie?"

"Sounds perfect," I said. "I'll meet you in the living room."

The rest of the evening was quiet but lovely. Jane seemed to be taking it all in quietly or perhaps just choosing to linger in the aftermath of her physical pleasure without letting words complicate it for now. We sat together on the sofa and she rested herself against me. It was a simple, lovely feeling. I noticed her nodding off a bit earlier than normal, for which I wanted to congratulate myself. Once the movie ended, I helped her up to bed and tucked her in with a soft, slow kiss.

I was feeling almost blissful as I returned downstairs to clean up the kitchen and pour a drink to relax. I gave it a good half hour before signing into the app, to make sure Jane was soundly asleep. There was a message from Master waiting for me.

"Get to where you can have some privacy, as I want to hear your report about the day in your new, feminine voice," it said.

I slipped down to the basement, closing the doors behind me, and then replied to let him know that I was available. I put on the headphones and sat to wait for the phone to buzz in response. I licked my lips, tasting the remnants of Jane's taste mixed with wine.

The call came in and I answered it.

"Hello, Master," I said, returning to the soft, high, whispery voice.

"Hello, slut," he answered, his voice sounding even more deep and strong compared to this new one of mine. "Did you enjoy your outing at lunch?"

"Yes, Master," I answered.

"Tell me all about it," he commanded. "I like to hear you talking about your slutty adventures in this pretty, sissy little voice of yours."

Doing my best to keep the soft voice going, I gave a full recap of how I had felt, the man I'd met, and how he had taken advantage of the availability of my complete submission. I wasn't allowed euphemisms or short cuts, as Master wanted to hear plainly about how I had serviced and pleasured him, and how it had felt to do so.

"And how did it feel, afterwards, knowing the plug could come to life at any time?"

"It was terrifying, Master," I answered. "I never knew when you might choose to turn it on, and I was sure that if you did, someone would hear it, or at least see how I reacted to it. I couldn't concentrate on anything else."

"Good," he replied. "That is just how you should feel. I like knowing that your mind as well as your body is owned when I've got you filled with that."

"Yes, Master. That is just how it felt."

"How has your evening been, fucktoy, now that you get to be back at home, knowing that you've sucked another cock?"

"It has been good, Master," I answered, realizing that I was quite eager to share with him. "I had the first talk with my wife, Master, about going down on her more often, after doing just that."

"Tell me everything, my good little slut," he said, with what sounded like joy in his voice. "Don't forget to keep using your sissy voice."

It felt very strange to not just be sharing intimate details about our sex life, but to be doing it while trying my best to sound like a sissy girl. Still I did my best, leaving nothing out, not about the act itself, nor about how she had reacted to what I had proposed.

"Do you think she will accept the offer, sissy?" he asked.

"I am not sure, but I think she will. I think she will at least know that nothing is expected from her, should I want to go down on her. I'm not sure quite yet if she will ask for it on her own, but I made it clear that she could, and I'd like that."

"I'm proud of you slut. That was an inventive way to raise the subject, and I know it isn't easy to have conversations like that once you've gotten yourself in a rut," he said, and I felt a warmth inside my chest at having pleased him in this. "Now, since you've used your mouth on cock and pussy today, we will have you train just your ass tonight. I want you in a bra and stockings with your schoolgirl skirt, but no panties. I want your lips painted red, and I want your mouth full of a nice big ball gag. Choose a nice big dildo to fuck you too, whore. Get ready now, and I'll expect your public show to start within 10 minutes."

He ended the call without another word.

I felt surprised, as after such a busy and full day, I'd almost forgotten about my training. I hurried about, stripping out of my clothes and fetching the items he had indicated. I still was not at all used to how I looked or felt in lingerie and women's clothing. I felt humiliated and ridiculous, but in the skirt and stockings, I was reminded of the server's uniform at the club. I painted my lips and got a large, imposing dildo lubricated and stuck in its place on the wall. I put in the gag then got my phone in place and started up the live-stream.

I was convinced that Master was announcing these sessions, as there were at least five men joining the stream almost instantly. Their comments were lewd and explicit, wanting me to get myself full of the ready toy as quickly as I could. I worked to obey, but given its size, it took me some time for my ass to take it all. I moaned into the gag as I repeatedly pressed back, feeling it push its way into me, every time a bit deeper and more completely.

Finally it was all in, and I could slide back and forth on all fours, feeling its full length sliding inside me, ravaging and fucking me. The men cheered and urged me on, now wanting me to take it faster. I could hear them stroking their cocks as they watched and tipped and catcalled me.

It was as I built that rhythm that Master started speaking to the crowd, telling them about my day. He told them all about how I'd been plugged and caged at work, and how I'd spent my lunch hour rushing off to suck a man's cock in the basement of a private sex club. He laughed as he told them all about how he'd kept me on edge, fearful of the presence of the toys being exposed at work, fearful of having my secret shame become the fodder of office gossip. And then the told them all, the men I would never know, about how I'd lapped at my wife's pussy, under the dining room table, so eager to please her since I hadn't been able to get hard enough to fuck her.

But it was only now, he told them, only now with my ass being fucked while men watched, only now that I was going to get to cum. He commanded that I reach under my skirt and start stroking. I had to jerk myself hard and fast, while I kept rocking back and forth. Given the day, given everything in my mind, it didn't take long at all before I was moaning and drooling around the gag, ready to spurt. I could only plead for permission with my eyes, and after just a bit of teasing and asking the onlookers for their opinion, did he allow my release. As I was fucked on all fours, I came hard, spilling my seed on the floor beneath me. I had to keep stroking and keep rocking, taking the dildo balls deep, over and over, until every last drop spilled from me.

I was allowed to crawl forward, letting the toy fall from my stretched ass, but only to lean down and rub my face in the puddle of cum. Once I was properly made a mess of, I was allowed to remove the gag, thank the men, then lick up what was left on the floor.

I felt ruined and broken and so very alive by the time it was all done. I was in a daze as I cleaned up and put everything away. When I finally slipped quietly into bed, beside my lovely and sleeping wife, I thought about how I'd made only one woman cum that day, but at least 10 men.

Interlude

In bed at last, Jane felt tired but it was a wonderful kind of tired. It had been a long time since she'd spend a day thinking about sex that much, or since she had so many orgasms in one day. In the washroom at work, cold water splashing on her face had not been enough, so she'd gone into a stall and taken care of business by hand. To have been brought to even more by the mouth of her husband and had been so unexpected to have felt downright shocking.

The experience of it for her was mixing together with the way he had spoken about it afterwards. It had felt so good, but in retrospect it made her think of him as less manly rather than more so, but she wasn't sure why. She couldn't quite put it into words until she remembered her fantasy.

Theo, the real man who, in her mind, had become her lover, would have never settled for just licking her pussy. He might go down, and if he did, he'd do it well, but it would be a way to prime her for the kind of sex that would rattle her foundations. Once his tongue had gotten her soaked, he would use her nectar to lubricate her so that he could drive his monster cock inside her. Theo would be the kind of man who would never be satisfied with just the taste of her. He would want all of her, and she would want to give it to him. As she thought once again what a cock like that would feel like inside her pussy, she wondered if even that would be enough for him. Would he want her ass too? She'd never given that prize to David, or any man. For Theo, however... for him, she just might. Or he might just take it, and that made her wet too.

If the taste of her pussy was all that her husband wanted, maybe that was all that he would get. The meanness of her reaction made her smile, but she liked that too. If her husband didn't want to fuck her enough, then he wouldn't be allowed to. She could find another man to give that prize too, Theo, or someone else. Who knows, perhaps one time when David had his tongue inside her, he'd end up tasting the cum that some other man had fucked her full of.

These emotions were new to her, but she found herself liking them. She slipped her hand down, letting her fingers slide over her own body as she drifted off to sleep, hoping for dreams.