Secrets Ch 18

18

As I had anticipated, the afternoon was a constant ordeal. There hadn't been a lot of time between our call and my conference call, but Master made sure I felt every minute of it. It felt as if there wasn't a period of more than 15 minutes that went by without the plug inside me humming to life for at least a moment or two. Inside my cage my sissy clit, as I forced myself to think of it, seemed to mostly give up on attempting to get hard and settled into a steady throbbing and leaking of precum.

I gave myself about ten minutes before the call to change and prepare. I removed the apron, the breast forms and the bra and pulled on a simple loose polo shirt over the tight, body-shaping corset. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror first and then in the webcam at my desk. I was nervous but I was satisfied that my secrets were hidden. At 1:59 I sent the message to Master and then logged into the call.

There were a couple of faces already there for mine to join in the grid on my computer screen. More were popping on steadily until we reached around 12, which was all that was expected. I was grateful that I don't have to run the meeting or even really contribute much. It was one of those things that was supposed to maintain connection and productivity, but I wasn't sure quite how.

The introductions weren't even finished when my plug started vibrating, pulsing and buzzing in one of its more complex pattern settings. I stared at my own image, fighting to keep a poker face. It just didn't stop and when it came time for me to chime in on the call, I just had to grit my teeth and do my best to speak without my voice breaking.

I wanted to writhe and grind in my seat but I had to hold still. It became clear that Master had wanted to be clear about my online status so that he could torment me totally.

My phone vibrated with a message from him.

"Open a text file. Make note of every man on the call. For each man, note what you like about them and their appearance. Write if you'd like to have them fuck you or if you'd prefer to suck their cock."

I felt like I was losing my mind, but I just kept staring at the screen, toward the camera, trying to smile and look calm. My fingers moved and I opened the new file, trying to navigate and type with as little motion as possible. It felt so wrong, to be typing out each man's first name, then thinking about them in that way. One by one, a word or two at a time, I entered details about their appearance, both as I saw them now and as I remembered them from in person meetings.

I imagined myself with them, with each one of them, trying to determine what about them might signal me to want to kneel before them, or be bent over by them. It wasn't easy to know, and sometimes I just felt myself alternating between one activity and the other, though if the man was more handsome, it seemed that I was more likely to want to be sucking him, as I imagined myself looking up at him as I did so.

Over and over I fantasized about these men as the meeting went on. I got so distracted between the imagined use of me, the taking of notes, and the constant humming vibration inside me that I almost missed the meeting ending. I gathered my composure, said my goodbyes, and finally logged out of the call. I double and triple checked that I was out, and then moaned and gasped and writhed in my seat. I sent off the message to Master, letting him know that the call was over. Almost immediately, the vibrations stopped, leaving me relieved but at the same time missing them. I wanted to cum so badly.

I got myself back into uniform, which only made me feel more emasculated. I could feel the changes being made in the way that I thought about sex. My lust and need was increasing with every hour of denial, but I was thinking much more about being with men than I was about being with my wife. I tried to justify it to myself, as I knew that sex with my wife was currently forbidden, so of course I thought about men, but it wasn't quite enough of an argument to fool myself. The truth was that I was starting to get turned on just by the idea of serving a man in person again.

I had to move, just to try to clear my head, so I paced around the house. My clitty was aching and still leaking. I felt the toy inside me with every step, even when it was silent. There was also the strange sensation of the breast forms jiggling in my bra. I went up to our bedroom, searching through Jane's dresser and her bedside table, but my attempts to locate a vibrator were unsuccessful. I found that I wasn't that surprised not to find anything, as she just didn't seem like a "sex toy" person. I kept moving through the house, tidying up as I went, playing the role of the maid I was dressed as. After a few minutes, I felt calmer, at least enough to head back to my computer, to try to be productive for a bit longer.

After about an hour, I was finally feeling a bit more myself and I was getting back into the flow of work. All that stopped when the vibrator started buzzing inside me again. Each time it did, it was bringing me to a stage of desperation more quickly. This time a message came with the torment.

"Call me now, my sissy fuckdoll."

I opened the app immediately and called him.

"Hello, Master," I greeted him in my best sissy voice.

"Such a good, obedient, horny little sissy bitch you are," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I replied.

"I'm going to give a reward, pet, or at least the chance for one. You want to cum, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes Master. It aches so much."

"I know it does. It's been a little while, and you've been caged and teased so much, coming to face your new urges and hungers. Even so, as much as I want to reward you for being such an obedient little slut, it is important that you value the importance of this gift, and that you understand it is something you need to earn."

"I do, Master."

"That understanding is something that is shown through action, fuckdoll."

"Oh, alright Master. What... what would you want me to do?"

I could feel heat rise in my cheeks and a tightness building in my chest. The last time I'd been allowed release, both my mouth and ass had been full of toys, and it had been on camera. I had a feeling that what Master had in mind wouldn't be any less humiliating.

"If you want to cum today, my good little bitch, you're going to get in your car and go to the club. Once you get there, you'll be prepared to perform on stage, where you will please the men who wish to make use of you. Once you satisfy the conditions that have been set for your performance to be a success, you will be brought to your own orgasm, right there on stage. That is how, and only how, you will be allowed to cum today. Should you choose not to take on this task, there will be no punishment or even disappointment from me, but you will not be allowed an orgasm today, nor for at least two weeks."

While he had been describing what was going to be required, I felt my sense of panic and fear constantly rising. My mind was making a real-time list of why what he was asking for was too much, that it was impossible, and that I'd never be able to do it before Jane came home. Once he reached the end, with the consequences of not performing, all my thoughts switched. All I could think of was trying to justify to myself how I could make it happen. Still, the timing worried me.

"Do you think I'll really be able to do all that before the end of the day, Master?" I asked.

"The way I figure it, slut, you've got about three hours. You don't have to change before you go -- just wear a coat over your uniform. Add in driving there and back, and that seems like more than two hours to make men cum. If you do your job well, that should be more than enough time."

The thought of travelling there as I was hadn't occurred to me but, as he said it shortened time as it increased my humiliation.

"I will do it, Master," I blurted out.

The truth was that I felt my need to cum like a constant weight and, if things kept up as they were, there was no way that I was going to be able to last another two weeks without going mad or worse, failing to meet his requirements.

"I knew you would. Have fun, slut," he said with joy in his voice, then signed off.

I looked around, just to make sure that everything in the house was in order, and then I grabbed a long raincoat from out of the closet to pull on over my maid's uniform. I was just about to leave when I decided to rush back upstairs and threw a pair of jeans and a golf shirt in a bag, just in case I didn't make it home before Jane, and needed something to wear. I then rushed to the car, holding the coat around myself, and started off. The drive was tense, as I was rushing but also wasn't about to risk a speeding ticket, dressed as I was. I felt a sheen of sweat all over me by the time I arrived, parking near the back door. With the coat wrapped around me, I went to the door and knocked.

It was answered promptly and swung open to reveal the same server who'd supervised me both times I'd been there before.

"Good to see you again, sugar. Come on in and let's get you ready. I understand that time is of the essence."

I followed him in, only barely curious about what kind of contact this man had with my Master and, after that, how many others might also be in on this secret. He took me down into the dressing area and helped me out of my coat.

"Not bad at all, sweetheart. The tits are a nice touch," he said with a smile. "I think we'll just need to touch up your face a bit."

He sat me down at a small table and pulled a chair up to sit across from me. With a deft touch, he powdered my cheeks, gave me a dash of blush to pink up my cheeks, pasted on false eyelashes and then painted my lips with two coats of a bright pink lipstick and then another layer of a wet-look gloss. I thought that he might also add a wig, but he seemed amused by the contrast between my dulled-up pretty face and my masculine haircut.

"One last thing" he said, and then pulled out a padded leather blindfold.

My lips parted but I didn't say a word. I just looked up at him until the blindfold dropped me into absolute darkness. As he buckled it on, the padding molded to my face, blocking out my vision completely.

"Okay honey, let's get you on stage," he said, and I felt his hands, helping me up and guiding me forward. "My name is Dexter by the way. Given that you've sucked my cock a couple times now, I suppose you should know that much about me."

"Hello Dexter," I said softly. "I'm David."

"I know, sugar. But I think today I'm going to call you 'Daisy.'"

He led me up the stairs, down the hall, and out into the open, public area of the club. I could hear the murmuring of a small crowd turn to louder sounds of bemused interest once I was brought in and helped to step up onto the low stage.

"Gentlemen, we have a special guest with us here on this lovely afternoon. Daisy is a local submissive sissy slut who I can tell you from first-hand experience is an enthusiastic learner and obedient plaything. She has been sent here today to help a few of you out with your base needs so that she can prove her devotion. She is hungry and ready, so I hope you won't be shy with her. Who out there would like to feel her service?"

The sound of the crowd quieted, like they were waiting for someone to be first. After what felt like a very long silence, one man spoke up.

"Sure, I'd like to see how good the sissy is at sucking my cock," he announced.

I couldn't see but I could hear him approaching and I could almost feel his steps on the stage riser, getting close to me. The first thing I felt was his cock, bared and hard, jabbing at my painted lips. As quickly as I could, I reached up and found him with my hands, stroking him and guiding him into my mouth. I kissed and licked at him, dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock and then slurping it into my mouth, feeling it so hard and so warm.

It was so strange to know that they could all see me when I couldn't see a thing. I heard them laughing and cheering me on, commenting on what a slut I was. The man above me was also commenting, grunting instructions at me, telling me to stroke him in specific ways, or to grip him tighter and jerk him faster. My own voice was reduced to moaning and slurping around him.

I tried to think that I was just working to please him so that I could get onto the next man and to finish this task and reap my reward, but I also felt the simple physical arousal that was happening to me, tasting cock in my mouth and knowing I was submitting. Just the knowledge that I was pleasing this man, the others who watched, and my Master... it was turning me on and making me ache painfully in the merciless cage.

I found myself lost in enthusiastic stroking and sucking, in the darkness of desperation and hunger, until at last I felt him start to spasm and pulse. I felt him explode and start to spurt cum down my throat and into my mouth. My cheeks filled up and the taste was so strong and overwhelming. I stroked him and milked out every drop, licking it up and swallowing it all inside me.

I was barely done before I felt him pulling away. To my shame, I felt myself leaning forwards, trying to taste him as long as I could. I needn't have worried about the lack of stimulation, however, as there was already another man ready. It seemed like watching me perform had encouraged others and they no longer need to be asked to volunteer to use me.

My mouth was taken deeply and roughly by another man. He had little use of my hands as he just wanted to thrust into me, using my mouth and throat like a sleeve to fuck. I was brought to the point of gagging more than once and I was afraid I would not be able to take it, but the sounds of complaint I made seemed to urge him on more. He pumped and drove into me until he came, hard and fast, spurting down my throat so deep that I could barely taste the load he shot into me.

I had a moment to catch my breath afterwards, but perhaps only because I was lifted up and made to change positions. I was helped up to my feet, turned around so that the noise of the crowd sounded more like they were behind me. I bumped up against something which, as I was pushed forward, felt like a high table, but with a padded top. The hands on me kept pushing, bending me over it, until my upper body was horizontal and my false breasts were pressed against its surface. I could feel my very short skirt riding up.

"Oh look," one of the men said. "She's even been keeping herself prepared for just this occasion."

My panties were pulled down to my knees and I felt rough hands paw at me, getting hold of the base of my plug, and tugging it out of me roughly. I moaned with the harsh treatment and with the humiliation of feeling so open and exposed, but I was also nervous and trembling, as I knew why I was being prepared this way, in this position, with all these men watching. It felt terrifying and exciting even though I was aware, even then, that it was the inevitable destination that my training and obedience had been leading me towards.

A cock pushed into me, hard and thick and firm. He drove himself in steadily, and I felt the lubrication of what had been left over from the plug, and from his precum. I found myself moaning out loud, gasping, and reaching out to grab hold of the edges of the table I'd been spread across. He used his feet to spread my legs as far as the panties at my knees allowed and then, when that wasn't enough, I felt them torn from me. Every thrust filled me deeper and I felt this unseen man grow even harder and thicker inside me. He made my body shake and ache from the inside out.

I was grateful for my practice and conditioning with the dildos, but this felt so much different. It was a man inside me, not just some toy I was in control of. I felt his heat and his lust, not only from the sensation of his erection stretching me, but from the energy of his thrusts and the feel of his hands. His grip was on my hips, pulling me towards him, and on my lower back, as he held me down as he fucked me. I didn't have the same awareness of how far along he was, like I did when I had a man in my mouth, but his body language was still giving me clues. He fucked steadily for a while, then his pace increased dramatically. I found myself gripping him tighter, to make the most of his sensations and to see if I could give him the most pleasure. It seemed to work, as it led to him pumping faster and faster, almost animalistically, until his groans turned to grunts and, with a hard slam, he pushed fully inside me and held himself there.

I could feel him cumming inside me. The warm cum was filling me up and I could feel it lubricate his motion. I was still gripping him tight, to please him and milk him, but also to hold his load inside me. He held there, letting his cock spasm, moving just a bit, but I could still feel him twitch those last few times until he was spent. He was softening by the time he started to pull back, and I was wondering if I'd met the unknown criteria for my success. Thoughts of my own pleasure were quickly pushed away, as I felt new hands on me, new pressure around me, new voices commenting on my body and predicament and then, all too soon, another cock pushing up inside me, filling my used sissy pussy.

I felt stretched and aching, but there was so sign that this man cared at all. He was driving hard and fast, already seemingly quite aroused by the time he penetrated me. I had this vision then, of the men behind me and around me, already stroking themselves hard, with the sight of me they were granted, and the use of me they were allowed.

I moaned and gasped, feeling his size and the enthusiasm of his driving thrusts. I did what I could to squeeze him, but he was so large and hard and drove so deep that it didn't require much of me to have it feel like a tight fit. He made me feel like I was the toy for him, something for him to fuck, something just to use to cum, and use me he did. He just kept thrusting, driving hard enough to lift my feet off the floor at times. The sounds he made were almost angry. He groaned and grunted and cursed, calling me names until, in quite an efficient amount of time, he was spurting hot cum up inside me.

This one was ready, or perhaps others helped him, for as soon as he was ready to pull back and pop out of me, my plug was in his hand and was stuffed back inside, sealing the two loads within me. I could still taste the loads of the first two men, and now that was joined by some mix of sensation and awareness of another two loads swimming inside me. I was helped to stand again and turned around, to face the direction I assumed the men were in. Their applause made me blush and feel so ashamed and depraved.

"Tell me, slutty little Daisy, now that you've sucked and been fucked like a good little whore, are you still a horny slut, desperate to cum?" a voice I recognized as Dexter's asked.

I didn't have to think about it before answering.

"Yes, please, yes, I want to cum so badly," I moaned.

"Good girl," he answered.

I felt hands that I assumed were his lift my skirt and fiddle with my chastity device until it was unlocked. I didn't care where he had gotten the key, as all I could think about was how good it felt to feel the cage pull free and to feel my erection swell freely.

"Kneel down and stroke for us, Daisy. Put on a good show. But first why don't we get that blindfold off of you."

I blinked as the room seemed so bright once the blindfold was removed. It was brighter than it had been before due to more lights being on and aimed at the area of the stage where I slid down to my knees. Once I could see again, I saw the faces of the men around me, looking so hungry and lusty. Most of them, if not all, had their cocks out in and in their hands, already stroking themselves, arranged in a half circle around me.