Secrets Ch 14

14

I spent the afternoon in a kind of cloud. When I played back all the details in my mind, everything had felt like it was inevitable, but looking at it from any distance and I'd ducked out of work just to dress up like sissy maid and then literally clean bathrooms, before sucking another man's cock -- but not before changing back into my normal clothes. Everyone saw me return, as I was a good 20 minutes over my hour allotment for lunch, so I had to give a whole series of rushed apologies while making up some lie about a long line at a store I'd had to go for some errand.

All that, and I still had hours left in my day. Hours where I had to be dressed in panties under my pants, wearing a locked chastity cage and with my ass stuffed full of a plug, teasing me constantly. The two toys worked together to inspire and frustrate my arousal, leaving me leaking like a cheap faucet, staining my panties.

I closed my eyes at my desk, just for a moment, and I thought about my wife. It wasn't that I wanted only to remember her, or remind myself of my commitment to her, but I wanted to remember her body, and remember the way we had been together. Even just to remember going down on her and kissing and licking her pussy. I wanted to convince myself of my continued attraction to her. We were not as young as we once were, but I still found her so pretty, so beautiful and so sexy.

I did still feel that ache and hunger for her, but I realized that I was starting to view her from a different perspective. When I imagined sex with her, I tended to start off thinking of myself as on my knees before her, rather than on top of her. I saw my tongue at her offered pussy rather than fantasizing about my cock driving into her. I had to concentrate and direct my own thoughts to imagine having sex with my own wife. When I first tried to force myself to imagine her on our bed and being taken enthusiastically and eagerly, I realized that the hands I saw groping her breasts weren't mine. I shook my head and forced myself back to work, before allowing my own imagination to humiliate me any further.

It was nearly 5pm, well into my end-of-day mental countdown, when Master sent me another message.

"I have decided that you will not remove your plug and cage until you are home, fucktoy. For discretion, you may remove the panties as soon as you get home, but the other items are to stay in place for at least another hour."

There was no discussion and it was not a request. I had been so much looking forward to feeling a bit normal, so the denial hit me powerfully. There was not much left in the day but what there was lingered slowly. I also felt that I had to work a bit longer than usual to make up for my late return from lunch, so that by the time I was on my way home, I was rushing to get there before Jane.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled in and saw that her car was not yet home. I rushed inside, grabbing my uniform out of the trunk, and ran right downstairs. I stripped out of the panties and stuffed them, along with the maid's outfit, into their hiding space. I then went back upstairs and, after a long deep breath, got myself going on dinner and making sure the house was tidy. It was funny to notice that once you got the house clean once, it was so much easier to keep it that way with a little bit of attention every day.

I got things all ready and to the point where I'd just have to dump pasta in boiling water once she got home and then waited. After a good half hour of waiting, it became clear that she must be running late as well. I wondered if something had come up at work or if there was some kind of accident causing traffic, but I didn't want to seem so needy as to be texting her right away to find out.

It was more than an hour past the time when she would normally be home, and around the time I was actually starting to worry, when I finally got a text from her.

"Sorry honey, I got roped into a quick drink after work, and it just turned into dinner. I hope you didn't go to any trouble. I'll touch base about when I'll be home, but I don't think it will be too late."

"No problem," I texted back. "Have fun."

I looked over at the food in the kitchen and didn't quite have the energy to finish making the meal for myself. I let the sauce cool, knowing I could save it for another day. I put away the pasta and dumped out the water. I made myself a quick sandwich and then left the kitchen clean and tidy.

My required time had passed but for some reason I didn't feel like removing the cage and plug yet. Part of it was that I kind of guessed that Master didn't just want me wearing those things for a certain amount of time, and it was more about him knowing he could have me teased like this while she was home with me. The other part of my reluctance was that I almost didn't trust myself to be alone, given how teased I felt. Being plugged and dressed in panties for him kept me thinking about sex and kink all day, and the cage meant that I couldn't do a thing about it.

I put on the television for some noise in the house, but my attention went to my phone, and I signed into Master's app. I wasn't online long before a message came in from him.

"I'm surprised to see you online so soon," it read. "Have you hidden yourself away from Jane?"

"No, Master," I answered. "It turns out she went out to dinner with some people from work."

"Oh really? Do you know the people she's with?"

"No, she didn't say."

"Good for her, getting out there," he said.

It was only in having to answer his question that it sunk in that she didn't say who she was having drinks and dinner with. I assumed it was people from work, but it could have been friends. It might even have been just one person, and not "people."

"Yes, Master. I like that she's getting to spend time with friends."

"This works out perfectly," he answered back, "since I have been thinking that I'd like you to be more social as well."

"You have, Master?"

"Yes, slut. Of course, I don't want it to be with just anyone. I want you to start getting used to being more social and outgoing and friendly with men. I want you to start striking up conversations with the men around you, be that be your friends, your work colleagues, or even men that you run across on the street."

"Why is that, Master?"

"Because you're becoming such a good slut for me, and for the men who come to watch you on your internet live-streams. You had another outing today at lunch, where you got to train a bit more at being of service to men. I'm sure you can feel a growing desire, feeling how they can make you feel. We're going to encourage that."

"Oh, god Master. We are?"

"Yes, my little sissy bitch. We certainly are. It's been easy, getting the attention of the men in these settings. Men online are already looking to jerk off. The men in that club go there for a very specific purpose. You need to remember how to strike up conversations. Being friendly and outgoing and social is a muscle that needs to be exercised. I want you to talk to men. I want you to pay attention to them. The way they look, sure, but also about their relationships and interests."

"You want me to flirt with them?"

"That will be part of it, yes," he answered. "So here is what you're going to do. You will start by finding one of your friends who you haven't spoken to in a while and you're going to email them. Just a quick email to say that it's been too long and you wanted to say hi and maybe see about getting a drink sometime."

"Yes Master," I answered, thinking that didn't sound too bad.

"Secondly, you're going to find another friend -- maybe some other married friend -- and you're going to call them. It will be the same idea. You've not touched base in a while and you wanted to see how things are for them. Take an interest in their life and activities. See if they want to get a drink sometime, or if they ever go out and do anything like bowling or golf."

"Yes, Master," I answered again, feeling a bit more nervous, but it was all still manageable.

"Once that is done, you're going to go out. Find a nearby pub and get a drink at the bar. Don't leave until you've had a conversation with at least one man you've never met before. Talk about the weather, talk about their life, but nothing heavy. When you're done, you can come home and send me a little report. I want you to include the names of each of the three men, a little bit of what you talked about and a little bit about their age and appearance. Tell me if you find any of them attractive."

I could feel my face red, just thinking about it.

"Oh, and in case you've taken off your toys, get them back in. You are definitely to be plugged and caged for this -- for all three men."

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"Good slut," he answered. "Make your Master proud."

I decided not to mention that I was still caged and plugged before signing off, and then got to work scanning through my address book to find the right person to start with. After just a couple minutes the names started to pop into my mind and I started to think beyond just the teasing part of the assignment and towards how good it would be to actually catch up.

The email was easy, as it was just a matter of composing a couple sentences and firing it off. I actually felt good afterwards, thinking of catching up and finding out how things had been going for him. I was already feeling curious about what might have changed since we last spoke.

The call was a bit harder, as I had to gear myself up for it a bit and have some ideas of what I wanted to say ready in advance. I was thrown for a moment when his wife answered the phone, but soon enough we were chatting as though no time had passed. I got some basic updates about his work and family before he had to get back to things at home, but we made a plan to get together on the weekend.

With that done, there was nothing to do but continue. It was strange how nervous I felt, especially given the other tasks I'd walked into and completed. The thought also crossed my mind that Jane might come home while I was out, but I imagined that I could just say that with her out, I hadn't felt like making a big dinner for myself -- that was mostly true. I grabbed my things, still so very aware of the cage and plug teasing me, and drove over to a nearby corner pub.

It wasn't exactly busy when I arrived, but it wasn't empty either. There were plenty of empty tables, but as instructed I took a seat at the bar. The bartender looked to be about 30 and seemed busy enough to be distracted. He took his time before sliding a small menu card over to me and asking me if I wanted a drink. I asked them what beer they had on tap, but rather than answering he just pointed at the labeled taps nearby. I selected a craft light beer I'd had before, and he shuffled off to pour it.

I stared at the menu as he pushed the full pint over to me, lifting my head to give him a nod of thanks as I lifted it to my lips for a first sip. It tasted cold and fresh, and gave me a boost of confidence. I called the bartender over and played it safe, ordering a club sandwich with fries. I tried again at a bit of small talk, asking him if this was about an average crowd for a weeknight, but I didn't get much back other than a quick shrug.

I nursed my drink and ate my dinner slowly once it came. The men that sat around me were all a few seats away and kept to themselves, responding to my friendly comments with either looks of annoyance or simply by pretending they didn't hear me. Finally, perhaps out of pity, the bartender asked me if I was new to the area.

I told him that I'd been around for a while, but hadn't been to that pub before, despite having seen it so often and wanting to.

"What changed?" he asked.

"Oh, my wife called and let me know she was getting dinner with friends, so I decided to try it out."

"I get it," he replied. "Her friends or both of your friends?"

"Her friends," I lied.

"Hey, I know it can be a real relief, getting time on your own, and getting to skip seeing the wife's friends sometimes."

I laughed and nodded.

"Yes, I've been through a few of those nights where all I do is nod while they laugh at shared stories I don't know anything about."

"I can be okay if the other husbands are okay, but I've gotten some bad luck there too," he added.

"For sure. Sometimes I feel like all the friends I have left are the husbands and boyfriends of her friends, and some of those women have made some bad choices," I laugh.

"And then when you finally get a night to yourself, you look around and all your real friends aren't around."

"Yeah, I feel that," I said. "I guess that's why I was a bit talkative tonight."

"No worries," he said. "I get it. I'm not always in the mood for it, doing this job, but it's not too busy tonight."

"I appreciate it," I said, honestly. "I'm David, by the way."

"Hey David," he said. "I'm Keith."

My dinner was done and there was no reason to linger longer without ordering another pint, and I didn't want to be out too long. I also had to drive home, even if it was close. I pulled out my wallet and put my credit card on the bar.

"Nice to meet you," I replied. "Thanks a lot for chatting. I appreciate it."

"No problem," he said, and brought over the wireless machine to cash me out.

I left a generous tip.

"Hopefully I'll be back sooner rather than later," I said as I stood up. "See you around."

"See you around, David," he smiled, then turned back to his work.

The house was still empty when I got home. I turned on the lights and walked around, but there was nothing left to clean. I poured myself a scotch and logged in to the app, where I wrote up the brief summary of my obedience, giving Master the summary and names he had demanded of me. My description of the appearance of my two friends was based on memory alone, but I was able to go into more detail about Keith.

I lingered over the last part of my report, asking myself if I had found him attractive. On my own, chatting with him, I hadn't felt what I would call attraction, not like I would feel when I saw some stunning woman walking down the street, but he was handsome and he had been kind in his friendliness when we talked. I had also noticed the definition of his arms as he had idly wiped down the bar.

Could I imagine feeling those strong arms push me down to my knees in front of him? I could and, even if it felt strange to say so, I included that in my answer to Master and sent it off. I finished up my drink, put the glass in the dishwasher, finally got myself out of the chastity cage and plug, then went upstairs to bed.

It took some time to get to sleep, as I wasn't used to not having Jane already in the bed breathing softly, but eventually I drifted off. I was woken not too much later to the sounds of Jane coming to bed. I had to laugh as she looked like she was trying so hard to be quiet, but she had clearly had a few drinks.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," she said in a loud whisper.

"It's okay, honey. Just come to bed."

She stripped down to her panties, seemed to pause and think about pyjamas, but then just slid under the sheets beside me. She passed out immediately, and I went back to sleep as well, listening to the sounds of her snoring.

Interlude

Jane's afternoon had been an emotional roller coaster. She had been trying to wrap her head around the idea that she was going to be allowing herself to imagine yet another sexual fantasy, with yet another lover. It was such a tease that she had to place real men that she knew into these dreams. Besides just the fantasy, she was also supposed to let Theo discover the details of her fantasy. Sure, he wouldn't know it was from her, but he would absolutely know that a woman in the office wanted him to fuck her. If she was going to have to do that with Theo, it wasn't a huge leap to imagine that the next man she fantasized about was going to find himself reading about her dreams as well.

Maybe the man behind the email was right. She'd let herself think these things about being with Theo in such wonderful detail because she had dismissed them as pure fantasy, and not as a plan or course of action. Jennifer's advice had been so enthusiastic. She had wanted her not just to dream about it, but to do it. Now there was another voice in that choir. He had said she had to find the courage to be happy. Was that it? Was it just courage?

The day got even more complicated when she arrived in the boardroom for her meeting to find Theo there alone. Denise had cancelled, but had encouraged Theo to take over and run the meeting so that their time wouldn't be wasted. Jane had tried to solder on and to keep her mind focused but every time he spoke she felt the deep tone of his voice affecting her. She wanted him to use that voice to say her name, or to tell her to unbutton her blouse. She could so clearly imagine him telling her to bend over and then got so distracted that there was more than one time when she realized that she hadn't heard what he'd actually been saying for some time. She just smiled and nodded, agreeing to his proposals.

When the meeting was finally done, Theo seemed so pleased by their progress that he invited Jane to join a group of them that was going out to get drinks after work. She thought of David at home, probably cooking for her, but she still said yes. Besides her and Theo, there were four or five others, but only one other woman. Jane did not at all mind that the two of them got a great deal of attention, and didn't pay for a drink all night. Some of their group drifted away after the first drink, but Jane was having such a fun time that she agreed to stay for dinner as soon as Theo suggested it.

There were just four of them for dinner including Jane, Theo, Mark and Jordan, a young intern, who looked barely old enough to drink. They were all so kind and so attentive, and so handsome. She laughed so much that her jaw felt sore from smiling so much, and feeling their eyes on her all night made her feel very sexy and attractive.

When they had paid the tab, after dinner and dessert and more drinks, Jane rose to leave and found that she was not at all steady on her feet. She tilted a bit, only to find herself steadied by Mark's strong arms.

"You're not going to be driving home tonight," he laughed.

She had to agree, and she smiled wide as Theo and Mark debated which of them was going to drive her home. Theo got that privilege in the end. The whole drive home she wanted to reach over and touch his leg. She wanted him to pull over and kiss her hard. Instead, he was a total gentleman, even walking her to the front door and taking her keys to open it. She gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks, and she imagined that he almost blushed.

He was so handsome, so strong and so good. She found herself looking forward to letting him read her fantasies about him, and she was going to enjoy writing one about Mark too. She found herself in bed at last, feeling the cool sheets against her body, next to her husband, but dreaming of other men.