Secrets Ch 13

13

I could tell that we were sort of pretending with each other that it was a normal morning. We went through our normal routine, with the addition of my new, increased attentiveness to her: getting her coffee, making her breakfast and packing her lunch. Jane seemed as though she was in a good mood, and she said that she had slept deeply and very well. I smiled, hoping that the orgasm I'd help bring about was part of the reason for that.

As I had done the day before, I snuck my required toys into my briefcase while she showered, so that I was ready to face the day. We gave each other our wishes for a good day and kissed goodbye at the top of the driveway, then we both departed on our ways to work. I was perhaps 10 minutes out when I got a message from Master.

It confused me for a moment, since I hadn't yet logged into the app, but then I realized that he had texted me on my mobile phone, using my phone number. It rattled me, even though I tried to rationalize that he knew so much about me, this wasn't really that much more.

"Return home and pick up your maid's uniform, complete with wig, lipstick, bra, corset, panties, stockings and breast forms. You will put on the panties when you put in your plug, but the rest can be left in the car until further instructions."

I turned my car around, my heart pounding. Back home, I rushed inside and went downstairs to fetch everything and stuff it in a bag. I tossed the bag in the trunk, taking a moment to pull out the panties and stuff them into my briefcase. I had no idea what Master was up to, other than this sinking feeling that he was upping the ante yet again.

I wasn't late when I finally arrived at work, but I didn't have my usual buffer of time before I was officially on the clock, so I felt rushed when I ducked into the bathroom to lock on the cage and insert the butt plug. Having to change into the panties meant that I had to remove my shoes and pants in the toilet stall, making me feel so exposed. The office was busier than it was when I normally arrived, so there were a couple times that I had to stop and wait for someone else in the washroom to leave. Eventually, I was ready, and made my way to my desk, feeling very toasted and self-conscious, now having to worry about panty lines.

The morning was as uneventful as it could be. All my torments were internal. I felt the presence of the plug keeping me stretched, especially when I moved to changed positions, or had to walk through the office. The thong panties ended up reducing my fears of them being seen through my pants, but they increased the amount that they were on my mind, as I was not used to the sensation of such fabric sliding between my ass cheeks.

My cock was at least starting to learn to accept its constraints, as I started to feel that arousal was making me leak more and attempt erection less. It lessened the ache of chastity, but it didn't quite reassure me about my prospects for virility. I thought about how I'd just offered to go down on my wife, whenever she wished, and how that might make that issue less critical. I wondered if she could have the choice of having me pleasing her like that whenever she wanted, without any expectation of reciprocal activity, if she'd still want to have traditional sex with me at all.

There was work to be done and the morning was getting away from me, so I did my best to buckle down and push those thoughts from my mind. It worked with some success, but every time that I had to go to the washroom, the need to use a stall reminded me of my situation rather powerfully.

The closer that the lunch hour got, the more I anticipated some contact from Master. I knew that he had me bring that uniform along for some reason. I squirmed just thinking about it, and by 12:15, when he finally contacted me, I felt like I was going mad.

"It is lunch time, slut, so let's send you on another outing. You will return to the club you visited yesterday. This time, take your things with you and knock on the back door. You'll be let in and given a place to change into your uniform. They will take care of you from there. Make me proud, fucktoy."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I was trembling as I drove over there. I felt like I was going crazy. Sometimes it felt like I was taking a step closer to sexual connection with my wife, taking baby steps to restore our intimacy, and other times Master seemed to be much more interested in deepening my humiliation and exposure as a sissy.

I pulled my car around the back of the club and parked as close as I could to the blank metal door. I fetched my bag from the trunk and walked over and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so after a minute or so I knocked again. Finally I heard the sounds of it being unlocked, and it swung open. The same server from the day before was there, greeting me with a smile. He was dressed in fishnet stockings, red satin hot pants, and a white mesh tank top.

"Couldn't say away, I see," he teased, then invited me in.

He seemed to know my situation, as he led me back downstairs to where we had been before and pointed out a small room where I could change. I thanked him, then got into my uniform as quickly as I could. Once I was in it, my situation seemed almost too surreal to believe. I felt ridiculous, made up as a slutty maid, complete with painted lips, fake tits and a blonde wig, but I wouldn't have fooled anyone into thinking I was anything other than a man in a humiliating costume.

I placed all my belongings, other than my phone, into my bag and left it in the small change room. I tucked the phone into a small pocket in the white lace apron. I then opened the door to confront my fate.

The server was there, waiting for me. He gave me a wide smile as I stepped out and he took in my appearance.

"Not bad at all, sugar. I'm sure you'll catch some eyes like that," he said. "Follow me, and we'll get you started."

I was trembling and I felt like shaking as I was led back upstairs. I thought for a moment he was going to lead me right out into the front, but at the last moment he stopped at a small room off the hallway near the kitchen. He opened the door and I realized it was a very ordinary looking janitor's closet. He wheeled out a mop and a wheeled bucket full of soapy water. I stared, trying to figure out what was happening when he knelt down beside me.

Fixed to the base of the bucket was a short chain, which he secured to my right ankle via a locking cuff. He stood up and then locked similar cuffs, linked together with a short chain, around my wrists. Lastly, he filled my mouth with a large white ball gag.

"We like the help to be seen and not heard," he commented. "Follow me."

I found that the easiest way to keep up with him was to grab hold of the mop and use it to steer the wheeled bucket. The chain didn't let me get too far from it.

He led me down the corridor and then he pointed at a pair of doors.

"I want the men's and women's washroom floors mopped thoroughly. Don't leave until they are gleaming. Once you're done, come find me out front."

I stared at him in disbelief but the gag removed my ability to ask any questions. He nodded and was gone, so I just had to start. I sighed and pushed my way through the door marked as "women." Unsurprisingly, in a club like that one, there was no one inside, and it didn't show a lot of signs of use. I wheeled my bucket to the farthest corner of the room and started mopping. I got into a bit of a rhythm, sliding the mop around, soaking the floor and then scrubbing as best I could to remove the dirt and grime. The water was getting darker each time I squeezed out the mop, so I figured I was getting somewhere.

In and out of the stalls I mopped, around the toilets and then under the sinks and all around. By the time I'd made it back to the door, I could look over the floor and I thought that it was as clean as I was going to be able to get it. I exited and got ready to start again in the men's washroom.

The first thing I noticed inside the men's room was that the floor was dirtier. I could tell that it was going to take a lot more scrubbing to lift the grime from the tile in there. The second thing was that this washroom was busier. Men came in regularly while I was cleaning and most seemed to greet my presence with much amusement. Those who engaged with me the least offered comments on my appearance and outfit. Those who were the most interactive came right up to me and groped me, squeezing my ass, grabbing at my silicone tits or pulling me close to kiss me on my gagged lips. There were others in between those extremes who would come close to get a very good look at me, take photos of me, or make me offers to come clean at their homes. There were a couple of business cards pushed into my bra, letting me know I could contact them later for any variety of purposes.

In between all that humiliation and teasing, I did manage to slowly work my way through the washroom, bringing the floor back to a respectable level of cleanliness. I was working hard, trying to get the job done while keeping some track of time, as I still had my work to get back to. After what felt like forever, I made my way to the door with my mop and bucket. The water inside was dark and devoid of suds, but I looked back over the work I had done and felt satisfied I'd done a good job.

Chained to the bucket as I was, I had to take it with me to find my jailor, the server whose name I still didn't know. I ventured down the hall, lingering at the entrance to the dining area. I saw him there, waiting tables and lingering about. Gagged, I couldn't call out to him at all, but I tried to wave and catch his attention. He either didn't see me or chose to ignore me, but either way I was left waiting. Finally, feeling the passage of time working against me, I ventured out towards him.

The men seated around took great enjoyment out of seeing me in uniform in an even more public space, and finally I got the attention of the man who held the keys to my chains.

"Done at last?" he asked. "Well, it took long enough, so let's see how you did."

He brushed past me and walked back toward the hall. I had to rush to catch up with him, going as fast as I could while trying to avoid spilling water from the bucket full of dirty water. When I reached him, he was peeking his head into the men's washroom.

"I'm impressed," he said. "I don't think I've actually seen it this clean in some time. We'll have to get you back here regularly."

With wide eyes, I looked at him, imploring him to free me before the hour got any later.

"Oh, is your play time almost up?" he laughed. "Time to get back to pretending you don't love this? All right, all right, we wouldn't want to get you fired, or you'd have to work here full time."

He laughed, but he released my wrists and ankles from their chained cuffs and let me return to the basement to remove the gag, wash up and get back into my own clothes. When I stepped out of the small room, looking like myself again, he was there waiting for me.

"I wanted you to do it like this, dressed like that, the way you do when you're pretending," he said.

"Wanted me to do what?" I asked.

"I want you to suck my cock, honey."

"Oh god, I'm so late..."

"Let's not pretend, shall we?"

I felt this hunger to obey, and a need to please him, despite the rush to leave I had felt just moments ago. Without another word of complaint, I slid down to my knees in front of him. He stood back and let me do it all, tugging down his tight shorts, freeing his impressive cock and taking it in my hands to bring up to my lips, to kiss and lick and worship it as he quickly hardened.

I worked with an urgent frenzy, wanting to please him, to be sure, but needing to bring him to release as quickly as I could. It helped that he seemed to want to cum as much as I wanted to bring him there. In no time at all he was moaning and grunting, and then spurting his warm, salty load into my mouth as I used both hands to milk him of every drop. I swallowed it all down, then licked clean.

He was beaming as he helped me up to my feet.

"I want you to take note of something, sugar," he said.

"What is that?" I asked, my mind already halfway to my car.

"Think back, and remember that just now, I never once commanded you to blow me, or even asked you to. I just told you that I wanted it, and you eagerly did the rest."

I blushed, not quite knowing what to say, as it was all true.

"See you soon, sweetheart," he laughed and gave me a pat on the ass as I headed for the door.

I rushed back to work, but I kept replaying that scene in my mind. I had wanted him, and wanted his cock. I wanted to please him, sure, and I think in a way I knew that taking one more load in my mouth would please Master, but that was all justification after the fact. Right then, I had just wanted that taste in my mouth.

Interlude

Jane had not quite anticipated what it would be like, after fantasizing so explicitly, what it would be to have to interact with Theo again, in person, at work. Facing the focus of her lust, even in settings she'd been in with him hundreds of times before, felt very different now. She was afraid that he'd be able to see her looking at him differently, or that their typical light flirting might be harder for her to control. She needed to stay on the right line of things, even if just for HR reasons.

As fate would have it, she had a meeting with Theo on her schedule, but at least Denise would be there as well, and she topped both of them in the food chain by enough levels to keep her acting calm and professional. As she worked her way through her morning tasks, did a fairly good job of not thinking about the thing she shouldn't be thinking about, at least until she noticed that she'd gotten a reply on her emailed homework.

She opened it up, feeling a bit embarrassed in the moment about what a horny story it had been, and that she'd shared with this stranger. Even so, she was eager to hear the response.

"You've done really well in this assignment," the response read, making Jane feel proud. "Not only have you opened up and been honest about a very specific desire, you've shown that there are clear and specific wants you have, and you can build on those. I can see that you like strong, firm men. Men who don't wait to be asked to act on what they want. You also seem to want a man who will want you, knowing fully the details of your situation -- the way the man in your story both saw your ring and took you to your home. Of course, you didn't just want this man to know about your husband, you wanted your husband to know about this man. Your fantasy included him knowing, hearing and even watching you with him."

Just reading this made Jane blush. Again she felt that burst of wicked glee. She'd been trying to understand it, as it came right along with so many of her recent fantasies. She was starting to think that she blamed David for the failures in their shared sex life,and these new thoughts were a way of getting payback.

"Your next assignment will have two parts. The first part will be simple, as I wish you to think about and share another sexual fantasy with me. It can be something totally new, or similar in many ways to what you've shared before, but I want just as much detail, and it has to involve a different man that you know."

That idea made Jane squirm. She could feel how even the secret fantasy was changing the way she thought about Theo, and now it could happen with someone else as well?

"The second part will be a bit more of a challenge. I want you to take what you wrote me before, about Theo, and edit it to make sure that there are no details that are specific to you. Not your name or your job title or your husband's name. Once it is a just a sexy story about a married woman getting fucked by this man at work, you are going to print a copy, and you're going to hide it somewhere where Theo will find it."

Was he kidding? That was unbelievable. She closed her email, thinking that there was no way she could do that, but the more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself it would be okay. There was no way he'd know it was from her, and the idea of him just having some idea that there was someone who wanted him like that. It made her squirm and heat up. She opened up her email again, to read the last of it.

"I know this may seem a bit too much," it read, making her laugh at how true that was. "But that is because you're only thinking about this as a fantasy right now. I want you to really start imagining that you can make these things happen for yourself. You can have the sex life you want. You just have to find out if you have the courage to be happy."

Now that she'd read it all, she closed the email again. It wasn't really that simple was it? Her mind wandered to David's little announcement of the night before, how he wanted her to know that she could ask for oral sex whenever she wanted. She wondered if she could say something so out of the blue as well. Could she just tell her husband that she wanted to take a lover?