20
It wasn't until the sound of the front door opening startled me awake that I realized that I had fallen asleep watching TV. I heard Jane walking and reached for my phone, checking the time and seeing that it was after midnight. There were no missed messages.
"Oh, you didn't have to wait up," Jane said, peeking into the living room.
"I didn't really mean to. I think I fell asleep watching a movie," I answered. "Did you have a good time?"
"Oh yes," she smiled. "We had a great time. I'm sorry I didn't message. We lost track of time and by the time I realized how late it was, I figured you'd have turned in."
"That's okay. I'm just glad you had a good time. Who all was there?"
"Just a bunch of the usual faces from work," she answered. "Allison, Denise, Theo, Mark, Kathy, Jordan. I'm beat though, so I'm going to go to bed."
"I'll be right behind you."
I watched her head upstairs, her heels dangling from her right hand. My body stirred, seeing the curve of her ass in her skirt, and I felt a pang of something that felt like regret or loss. I couldn't quite be sure, but the suggestion of panty lines under her skirt that I'd noticed in the morning when she left no longer seemed to be there.
I downed the last swallow of my drink and put the glass into the dishwasher, making sure that everything was clean and tidy. I fiddled around a bit more, then quickly ducked downstairs to remove and put away my chastity cage. I willed myself not to touch, as just the freedom was tempting me hard and I knew that I didn't have permission to do anything about it. Keeping the plug inside made me feel slutty and submissive, and was a clear reminder of Master's presence.
By the time I made it to bed, Jane was tucked under the covers and sound asleep. I slid into bed and lay there, trying not to imagine what her evening might have included, even though my own evening had included mentally planning out a night for her that included all that I feared. Thinking of my own experiences wasn't exactly making me ache any less, not with the feeling of the plug reminding me of what was sealed inside me but, in time, I finally drifted off to sleep.
No doubt thanks to the plug again, I woke up first. Right along with the teasing sensation of fullness in my ass was the throbbing of a significant morning erection. It surprised me with its intensity, especially so soon after my orgasm the day before, but I suspected that the plug had something to do with that as well. It teased me and frustrated me, as it was a reminder of what I couldn't have. I was denied sex by my wife and I was denied the simplest self-touch by my Master. All I could do was try to think of something else and wait, but it took so long to go away on its own.
When my lust quieted, I slid out of bed as quietly as I could, collecting some fresh clothes from the dresser before closing the bedroom door behind me. Aching to be rid of the tormenting toy inside me, I rushed down to the basement and locked myself in the small bathroom. I eased the plug out, stifling a moan. I was expecting a mess of cum as well, but there was much less than I would have guessed. I wondered if my body could have absorbed it. I cleaned the plug and hid it away, got dressed, and went up to the kitchen feeling a significant relief. Not only was the plug finally out, but I'd managed to spend the night with it in without it being noticed by my wife.
I put on coffee and toured the house again, but everything was still spotless, leaving me little to occupy my idle mind with. The house was so quiet and my attention to the household chores during the week had left virtually nothing that would have normally been on a weekend to-do list. While things were still and Jane was still asleep, I decided to log into Master's app and check for messages. There was one waiting for me.
"Good morning, fuckdoll. I hope you had a good sleep, all full of cum. It must be challenging, to feel your sissy clit teasing you and know that you're not allowed to get pleasure from it. Your wife has chosen your mouth instead, and all of those men you slut yourself out to want that whore mouth and your sissy pussy instead as well. Does it tempt you, to reach down and stroke, perhaps some early morning in the dim light, thinking that your Master might never know? I would know, slut. You can be sure of that."
"It did ache this morning, yes Master. So far I have been managing it with time, willpower and cold showers, Master. I know that Master would know, and I do not want to disobey you or fail you," I replied.
I noted that his message had been sent before I awoke, so I wasn't expecting an immediate response. I got one anyway.
"I know you don't, slut. That is what makes you such a good little fucktoy. You are a natural, and you've been craving this kind of control for too long. Fortunately, I have a solution for you."
"What is that, Master?" I replied, already afraid of what his answer might be.
"We need to remove the temptation and help you obey. You need to be caged all the time. The only thing standing in the way of that is keeping this need a secret. If your wife knows what you need, that problem is eliminated. Since she has informed you that she will have no immediate need of your sissy clit, she should have no objection. She might just be as amused as I am, knowing that you're so completely controlled and devoted to obedience."
"I suppose so, Master. She's never expressed any interest in kinky toys like that before though."
"Much like your oral submission, pet, I believe it matters how you approach things. First, you need to get to a situation where you are discussing related things. Secondly, you need to think of how this request will be of benefit to her. How do you think you can do that?"
I wracked my brain, thinking about it. It didn't seem like an easy thing to just bring up out of the blue, and it wasn't the kind of thing that one stumbled upon in normal settings or conversation. I imagined then that we would have to be in an unusual setting.
"If I could get her to maybe go to an adult toy store with me, maybe there would be something like it out or on display."
"An excellent thought, slut. I shall leave this task with you, but don't let it linger. The ache is only going to get stronger for you, as your hungers and denial grow."
"Yes, Master," I answered.
My day had a purpose from that moment. Even though we had nothing planned that I knew about, and the whole day stretched out ahead of us, this was not the kind of errand that was typical for us. On the other hand, a lot of things had been happening that seemed new, so who knew what was possible.
In her own time, Jane woke and I smiled wide seeing her descend the stairs wrapped in a robe.
"Good morning, sweetheart," I said.
"Good morning," she replied, still in her low sleepy voice.
"There's coffee," I informed her, in case she hadn't smelled it yet. "Can I make you some breakfast?"
"I am hungry," she said, "but I think it would be more fun to go out for breakfast, don't you think?"
"Oh, that does sound great," I answered. "We haven't been to a good diner in ages."
All of a sudden, I felt like it was just her and I again, and we were doing something almost normal. We both got cleaned up and dressed quickly and before long we were driving downtown towards a breakfast place that Jane had seen written up in a local blog. We laughed and chatted and talked about work and everything and nothing. It felt great just to feel connected to her.
We both enjoyed fantastic meals, with me sharing a few bites of my Eggs Benedict and her offering up a piece of her French Toast. Once we had eaten all we could and finished off our coffees and orange juice, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and walk off a bit of our indulgence. The diner was in an area we weren't that familiar with, so it was an enjoyable bit of exploration as well.
When I first saw the sign for Seduction, I nearly tripped. "An Adult Boutique" it called itself, and it felt as if Master had placed it in front of me. We were walking right towards it and I felt as if my mouth was drying out. We were right in front of the display window when I finally managed to speak.
"Want to go in?" I asked.
She looked up, as though she hadn't noticed the shop at all, then gave me a look with a raised eyebrow.
"Something you're looking for in particular?" she asked, tilting her head.
