Secrets Ch 17

17

I woke feeling refreshed but also a bit anxious. A week or two earlier and I would have been able to predict exactly what my calendar would have been filled with on a Friday, but all of that certainty had vanished from my life, along with my own control over it.

The raging erection I woke up with seemed to symbolize that lack of control. Thanks to the conditions that Jane had applied to my offer of oral sex, I knew with absolute certainty that this arousal wasn't going to be satisfied through sex with her. The idea of morning sex on a weekday was a far-fetched fantasy in our marriage, but it still felt different knowing that it was absolutely off the table. I also wasn't really sure what the rules were with Master in regards to me jerking off. I decided to push that question to the top of my list to discuss with him, but in the meantime I resolved to just endure the ache and choose a cold shower that morning.

Jane seemed to still be soundly asleep, so I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could. I tip-toed into the bathroom to relieve myself and then, finally feeling my erection soften, I went downstairs to put on coffee. Working from home on Fridays meant that I had the freedom of a slower start, but now that meant I could only be more attentive to my wife's morning needs. Her work was fully in-office, and I knew that in the past she had felt some jealousy when she had to go in and I didn't.

None of that was evident, however, when I returned upstairs. Jane had woken and gotten out of bed and was already moving around with intention.

"Good morning, honey," she said with a smile.

She had her robe on but she hadn't bothered to close it, and the sight of her in her tight, body-hugging pyjama shorts and tank top threatened to re-awaken my cock.

"Good morning," I replied. "You're up early."

"Am I? I guess so. I guess I just had a good sleep. I also know that I'll have a full day at work today."

"That's too bad. Friday's should be lighter days."

"Well yes, but I don't mind. It's interesting work lately," she said, her voice drifting a bit at the end. "And it's almost the weekend."

She took advantage of her early start to the day by showering quickly and getting herself ready and on her way ahead of schedule. Even though it was a Friday, she still dressed well for work. She looked so beautiful, and she knew how to dress to make the absolute best of her figure. We chatted a bit as she got ready but with her mind seemingly already engrossed in her to-do list, she decided to leave early and get a head start on her tasks. I kissed her goodbye and as she left I felt a twinge of disappointment. I realized that I'd been hoping she might have wanted my mouth on her again.

I watched her drive away, then decided to get my own day started as well. Work from home still involved me working, and I too had a few tasks on my list to get completed before end of day, including at least one on-camera conference call. I went upstairs, logging into the app on the way to my shower. The ping of a message there waiting for me made me shiver.

"Good morning, my little sissy bitch. Today you are to be caged and I want you plugged with your vibrating plug, turned on, so that I can bring it to life whenever I choose. You will also be spending the day in your maid's uniform, complete with panties, stockings, corset and stuffed bra. I hope you are reading this early though, as to prepare for you to be your prettiest as a sissy maid today, you are going to be shaving yourself for me. That means your cock and balls are to be hairless and smooth. I know you will make me proud."

I felt panic rising in my chest. This was the kind of thing that could not be hidden away like toys in the basement. Jane would notice the first time she saw me naked, and there would be some challenging questions to answer. I considered if I could postpone or delay, at least until I'd had a chance to discuss the implications with him but my mind kept going to the words at the close of his message. Obedience to his wishes would make him proud. It would please him to know that, despite the challenges, I had obeyed.

As carefully as I could, I used a pair of scissors to trim my pubic hair, then I brought a can of shaving cream and my razor into the shower with me. Using even more care, did the best I could to remove all the hair within a reasonable radius of my cock. Shaving my balls was no easy task, nor was it dealing with the fact that handling myself do complete the task caused my unwanted erection to return. It took some time, but in the end I was satisfied that I'd done my best. It looked so strange, to see myself smooth and hairless. Somehow I looked both physically larger but less manly all at once.

The shower had taken much longer than usual with this task, so I had to rush to get into my required uniform by the time I was due to start work. There wasn't any kind of check in I needed to complete, but it was generally accepted that calls would be answered and emails would be replied to by 9am. It took a bit of rushing but I was in my chair and at my computer on time, though I felt ridiculous and embarrassed and distracted. Getting myself into the cage had been a challenge and had left me throbbing and sore. Knowing that the plug inside me could hum to life at any time was providing additional and constant mental torment. I was also clear that I was going to have to ask Master for some kind of exception to this required way of dressing before I had to be on camera for work, but I had until 2pm for that.

Master sent no messages all morning, but the plug did spring to life multiple times, sometimes for just a moment and other times for 15-20 minutes at a time, going through complex patterns of vibrations. When those happened it seemed like all I could do was hold onto the arms of my chair and try to endure it. My mind was melting and my cock ached and leaked. I shuddered when those sessions ceased, and I felt almost afraid of them starting again.

Finally a message came, instructing me that I was to be ready for a call at noon. "Ready" in this case meant that I was to be seated at the dining room table, and impaled by a dildo stuck to the seat of my chair. I was there early, as instructed, with the vibrating plug given some time off on its charger.

Right on time, Master called. The app indicated that it was a video call, so I propped up the phone so that I could be seen.

"Hello fucktoy," he greeted me. "What a pretty little slut you are."

"Thank you, Master," I answered.

"Have you been having a productive day, slut?"

"I'm doing my best, Master."

"I suppose that is the most they can ask for, given what a hungry and depraved little slut you are."

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me about your day so far," he instructed.

I gave him a brief summary, including my challenging arousal to start the day, and my interaction with my wife.

"I'm pleased that you didn't abuse yourself and cum, my little slut."

"Thank you, Master. I didn't want to do anything that I didn't have permission for."

"You're so eager to please me that you denied yourself an orgasm, just on the off chance that I might want that. So, just to give you what you want deep down, I shall make it official. You are not to cum without my permission in advance. You are not to touch your little sissy clit for pleasure without my permission in advance. We will make it as easy for you as we can, since you're going to be locked in your cage as much as possible, but even when you're not, these rules apply. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I answered, feeling the ache only increase. "I understand."

"The only exception I will make is that if you are actively submitting to a man that I've sent you to, then they will also be allowed to give you permission to cum."

"Thank you, Master."

"What a helpless little submissive bitch you are," he laughed. "Actually thanking me for denying your orgasms unless you're with another man. You truly were made for this."

I blushed, but then thanked him again.

"Say it out loud for me," he teased. "While you sit there at home, with your sissy slitty locked up for me and while you bounce on that big rubber cock, I want you to tell me out loud that you were made to submit to me."

"I was made for this, Master," I repeated. "I was made to submit to Master."

"Say it again. Look into the camera."

"I was made to submit to Master," I said to Master, and to whomever I imagined he would show this recording.

"You love to fuck your sissy pussy for me," he continued.

"I love to fuck my sissy pussy for you, Master," I moaned in response.

"That's right, slut. You don't have a cock; you have a sissy clitty. You don't have an ass; you have a sissy pussy."

"I don't have a cock, Master; I have a sissy clitty. I don't have an ass, Master; I have a sissy pussy."

"Good little bitch. That's right. That's the way you will refer to those parts of your body, from now on."

"How does it feel, slut, to know that your wife has decided that she has no need for your sissy clit? That she will accept the pleasure that your mouth can give her, but that you won't be getting to fuck her anymore?"

"It is embarrassing, I think, Master. I know it was as a result of what I offered her, but I didn't know it would happen. It's a side-effect that I wasn't expecting."

"You didn't really fuck her that often anymore, and perhaps not that well, so she might not see it as much of a loss for her sex life. Do you know if she has a vibrator, fucktoy?"

"I don't know, Master," I answered. "She's never mentioned it."

"You are going to search for it this afternoon, slut. If you find one, I want you to take a photo of it and send it to me. Perhaps we can get you one just like it."

"Yes, Master," I replied, blushing deeply.

"Of course, if you don't find one, perhaps that just means she's good at hiding things from you. Or it might mean that she's been satisfying her needs elsewhere."

"Elsewhere, Master?"

"Yes. Women have needs, slut," he said. "Even women married to little sissy sluts who think about sucking cock instead of fucking their wives. If you can't satisfy her, and she doesn't use toys, then there must be something else. She could be relying on fingering herself in the shower, but that only gets a woman so far. Eventually, she's likely to want a cock inside her."

"Do you really think so, Master?"

"Yes, pet. I do. We talked about how you'd feel, if she took a lover."

"Yes, Master. I remember."

"It will be embarrassing for you. Emasculating. To know that your wife is getting the pleasure she needs from someone else. She might even tell him about your shortcomings."

"Oh god, that would be mortifying, Master."

"Yes, I'm sure it would. She might tell you that your cock is too small. She might tell him that you don't seem to be interested in her. Maybe she'll even share that you only want to go down on her and not fuck her. Who knows, she might even let him in on the fact that she had denied her pussy from you."

"Oh god, would she?" I moaned, still slowly riding the dildo.

"She just might, so that she could have someone to talk to about it. To explain to this man why she's taken a lover -- to let him know why she needs to get fucked by someone else, so that he knows it's not her fault. It isn't her fault, is it, slut?"

"No, Master. It isn't her fault."

"Who is the reason she needs to get fucked some other way, fucktoy?"

"It is my fault, Master. I am the reason that she needs another lover, Master."

"That's right, my little sissy bitch. You are her husband, the one who is supposed to satisfy her needs, but you'd rather be dressed up like a sissy maid, riding a dildo with your sissy clit locked up and useless. You want her to be with other men, just so that she'll be happy and be satisfied."

"Yes Master. Yes. Yes, I want her to," I replied, feeling his words work together with the sensations from the toy to make me ache with denied arousal.

"You want her to tell her lovers all about you. You want them to know that she has a sissy slut for a husband, one who dresses up like a sissy and has his clitty locked up and controlled."

"Ohhhh god, Master," I moaned.

"Say it, slut. Tell me."

"I want her lovers to know, Master. I want them to know I'm a sissy slut."

"Good girl," he said, and I felt the pleasure from his words shoot through me. "Such a good little cuckold sissy slut you're going to be. You may stop fucking your dildo now."

"Thank you, Master," I moaned and just sank down onto it, feeling it fill me so full as I sat and rested.

"I want you to think about this more, slut. I want you to imagine and anticipate that your wife will be with other men, and that they will not only know that she's married but that they will also know the truth about who and what you are."

"Yes, Master," I said, feeling the humiliation grow, even just thinking about it.

"She won't hide from you when she's with them. There may even come a day when she shows you to them. Imagine what it would be like, slut, to have your wife see you as you are right now, and to have her share that sight when the men who fuck her."

"Yes, Master," I answered, though the thought was almost too much to take in.

"Good slut. I'm going to sign off now. Clean up your toys, get your vibrating plug back inside your sissy pussy, and don't forget to look for your wife's dildo."

"Yes, Master. Before you go, may I ask you something?"

"Of course. Go ahead, slut."

"I have a work conference call this afternoon and I'll have to be on camera. I will have to take off the uniform for that -- Is that okay?"

"Yes of course. You may remove the top half of your uniform for your work call, but keep on your skirt and stockings. You'll have to remember not to stand up. Also send me a message when it starts and when it ends, so that I know when you'll be on camera."

"Thank you, Master."

"Of course. Enjoy your afternoon. Other than your call, you are to stay dressed until the end of day. You'll keep your cage on and plug in for at least two hours after your wife gets home. And do remember that you will not touch yourself or cum without permission."

"I will remember, Master."

He signed off and I sat there a moment, just letting it sink in how long the afternoon was still going to seem, and how much harder it was going to be to try to focus on my work.

Interlude

Jane had felt perhaps a bit bad that she had rushed out of the house in the morning, but she had truly wanted to get to work. She had a lot to do, and the first thing was to make sure she was in before Theo, so that she could stash her anonymous fantasy about him where he would find it. She had thought for quite a while about where she could place it, and how long it would take him to find it, depending on how clever or sneaky she was. In the end, her desire to know that he'd read her thoughts about her trumped discretion, and she simply folded it into an unmarked envelope, sealed it, and placed it in his office, under the keyboard of his computer, with enough of it sticking out that he would see it almost immediately.

Once that was done, she didn't want to make it so obvious that she'd be there, so she left the office and went to the Starbucks at the corner. She ordered herself an iced coffee and sat at a window table, hoping to see at least a few others from her work go by before she returned. She felt a constant excitement, knowing that it would be perhaps only an hour or so before this handsome, sexy man would get a glimpse into the kinds of sexual fantasies she'd barely allowed herself to admit to even herself before now.

Once she'd seen two or three people she recognized walk by on the sidewalk outside where she sat, she felt comfortable to leave and join the crowd. She took along her coffee, as she'd only finished about a third of it so far.

"Good morning, Jane," came a voice from beside her, making her jump. "We don't usually see you here."

It was Mark, standing there with a large and brightly coloured smoothie, smiling as she gathered her things.

"Hi there," she managed. "Yes, I just felt like I needed a bit of a kick-start this morning. Where are you coming from?"

Mark was clearly not just on his way to work, as he was wearing rather short gym shorts over what looked like tight biking shorts underneath and a rather tight black tank top. His hair looked darker than usual and slicked back. He looked freshly showered. She couldn't help but let her eyes slip over him, as her fantasy about how strong and fit he was had actually underestimated the truth.

"Oh, I try to get to the gym before work at least two or three days a week. Normally I'm in early enough to get changed before anyone else is there, but today was a bit busy. I'll change in the washroom once I get in," he explained.

"Maybe I should offer you my office, if you don't mind an audience," she joked, then stopped short, almost in disbelief that she'd said those words out loud. "Oh god. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Thankfully, he was laughing.

"Don't worry about it at all. If the day comes that I get offended by a beautiful woman talking about seeing me out of my clothes, just shoot me."

"Okay, but I shouldn't really joke like that."

"Is that because we work together, or for some other reason?" he asked with a crooked smile.

They walked out together and started casually strolling towards their office.

"Well, mostly I was thinking about work, I suppose. Seems like people who work together aren't supposed to talk like that anymore these days," she said.

"Sounds like no fun at all, doesn't it? Honestly though, don't give it another thought. I'm not on your team, we work in different departments and I think we're at the same admin level. If I worked under you, I guess I could see it."

"If you mean it about joking," she smiled, "then let's talk more about me being under you instead."

Mark laughed out loud, drawing a few stares from the other sidewalk-dwellers around them.

"Oh, you want to be a proper girl and let the man take charge, eh?"

Jane reached out and touched his bare arm.

"You're not working so hard to get muscles like this, just to avoid using them, are you?"

"My dear Miss Jane," he said, eyes wide. "You are very good at this. I'm going to start wondering if you just might mean it."

"Who, me?" she said, batting her eyelashes. "I'm just a good little wifey."

"Now that's the first thing you've said that I don't quite believe," he said.

"Well maybe someday I'll show you just how good I can be," she purred.

Mark stopped, and Jane realized that they had arrived at their building. He reached out and she noticed the definition of his arms as he held the door open for her. She slid close to him as she went through it. As he followed her in, he gave her ass a quick and discreet smack, causing her to gasp.

"Maybe you will have to show me indeed," he whispered, leaning in close and then slipping away.

Jane watched him walk towards the stairs as she waited for an elevator. He looked like a chiseled Greek god, even from the back. She smiled to herself all the way up to her floor and she felt a bounce in her step as she walked to her office. She set down her coffee, booted up her computer and got herself sorted to start her day. She checked her phone for voicemail and then got settled, intending to look through her emails first.

It was then that she noticed the corner of white peeking out from under her keyboard. Her hands were shaking when she realized it was a plain white envelope. She looked around, but there was no one in the hallway outside her office. The paper trembled as she took it out. She thought at first that it was the very paper that she'd hidden in Theo's office, but with a closer look she realized it was a photocopy.