Secrets Ch 21

21

Jane had decided on a shower once she was satisfied, leaving me alone with a few minutes to try to take in what had happened. When Master had suggested that I take steps to bring her in on the idea of the chastity cage, I had thought at first that it was a ridiculous fantasy, and that she would reject the idea immediately, even if I had the courage to actually talk to her about it. I had ended up surprising myself by daring to bring it up, but that was nothing compared to the surprise of Jane being willing. More than willing, it seemed, as the idea only seemed to grow on her as she thought about it.

So there I was, locked in the cage. The excuse I'd always had with online play partners was gone, and I had no built-in limitations on when and where and how long I could play at being locked. This cage was real, tight, and the only keys to it were firmly in my wife's possession. I would have to inform Master of this development, but I wasn't about to risk that when Jane might exit the shower at any time.

I went to the second bathroom upstairs to wash my face and to have a quick look at this new reality. Having to sit down to urinate every time was a poignant reminder. The cage was a snug fit but seemed very comfortable, which seemed a relief at least. I looked so small and almost silly in it, shaved and tiny, my flesh pressed against the steel bars. Even though I'd worn devices like this before and for hours at a time, there was something about this feeling I could tell was more. It felt like it threatened to overwhelm me, so I tucked myself away and pulled up my pants and went back out to see what I could do next.

I gathered up the purchases we'd made and brought the boxes upstairs, putting them on Jane's dresser for now. In one way or another, they all seemed to be for her to use, so I didn't want to overstep my bounds by opening the packages, so I just made a kind of nervous mental inventory of them.

Jane exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel and wearing a smile.

"That felt great, but I think I'm beat. Do you mind getting the groceries on your own? I think I'm going to take a nap."

"I don't mind at all," I answered, thinking that an errand at least gave me something else to focus on.

"Thanks, love. I appreciate it."

She stepped close and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. She then dropped the towel and just crawled into bed naked, which left me staring with wide eyes. She noticed and smiled a bit wider.

"Close the door, will you? I'm hoping I'll still be out cold when you get back."

I backed out of the room, closing the door behind me quietly. I made my way downstairs and, looking through the fridge and cupboards, made a list of what we'd need for the upcoming week. Getting the weekly groceries was a task I was used to, so the list-making didn't take long, but it still felt a bit strange to be sent out like this. Even though I'd been doing most of the cooking since I'd started working from home a couple days a week, we normally did these weekend tasks together. Today felt different, as though the cage I now wore had shifted the dynamic between us in a wide-ranging way.

Sitting in the car in the driveway, before pulling out, I signed into the app. I was going to have at least an hour or so on my own, and I thought that Master would want to be kept up to date on the latest developments. I heard the ping of a message as I drove, but forced myself to wait until the car was parked before I checked it.

"Good to see you thinking of me, even on your weekend time with your wife, fucktoy," it read.

"Of course Master," I replied. "Your suggestion worked better than I could have guessed."

"Tell me everything," he messaged back immediately. "Call if you can."

I sat in the car, in the grocery store parking lot, and gave the summary of our morning, our breakfast and then, in detail, our shopping trip and the aftermath.

"You must be thrilled, slut, to have finally had a chance to go down on her while locked up, as you should be."

"Yes, Master," I replied. "It felt different, for sure."

"Of course it did," he answered with audible enthusiasm. "This isn't a game you are in control of anymore. Up until now, even when you were obedient, you were setting the terms. The most important thing was your secret, and I was always accepting of the limitations of how long or where or when you could wear the cage, so that she wouldn't discover it. That concern is gone now and, more than that, she holds the keys. I'm so happy for you, my little bitch."

"Thank you, Master."

I was blushing as Master gave words to so much of how I had been feeling. This wasn't just a game I was playing in stolen moments anymore. I had pretended before, but this was real. The keys to my cage were in someone else's hands.

"Of course, while your pretty wifey has your sissy clit in chastity, there is still so much of you that belongs to me. You have quite a few secrets left, don't you, my little slut?"

"Yes, Master. I do."

"I admit, it is fun for me to know that even if you put on another performance at the club, you wouldn't be allowed to cum without begging your wife for permission."

"Yes, Master, though she made it clear that she doesn't want me begging at all."

"Well that is wonderful. You'll just have to suffer in silence and try to find ways to please her that might inspire her to let you have a pity wank."

"Yes, Master," I answered to the sound of Master's laughter.

"So you will have to focus your attention and intentions on pleasing her, in every way that you are allowed. You will be treating her like a Queen, I am sure. But while you are on your own, out of her sight, you will also be giving your attention to pleasing me and to moving forward on the milestones that I set for you. Today, as you shop, you will do that by paying attention to the men around you. Strike up conversations with them, smile at them, observe them and think about pleasing them. Take note of the kinds of men that you are now finding attractive. Be good, and know that I'll be asking you about all of this later. Enjoy, slut."

"Thank you, Master. I will."

He ended the call and I gathered my things and went into the store to shop.

The shoppers around me were mostly women, but there were still plenty of men, both shopping and working there, for me to take notice of as Master wished. I made mental notes throughout my trip, of the various ages and body types, of their levels of fitness and their shape, and of their faces. I found myself noting those who were smiling, seeming to enjoy their errands or their work. I blushed, feeling sissy and eager, as I tried to strike up small talk with other men waiting at the deli counter or trying to gauge the ripeness of avocados.

I felt small before them, as though I was obviously less of a man than any of them. They couldn't know that my manhood was locked away, physically caged and being taken from me in such a depraved and humiliating number of ways. The stronger, more muscular and taller the man, the more quickly I found myself imagining kneeling down before them to take their cocks into my mouth, or being bent over, to feel their unfettered manhood being driven into me.

I found myself imagining now only how it would feel to pleasure and satisfy them, but wondering what they would think of me if they knew about the chastity cage, or perhaps even about the other toys that had been used on me, or about the things I'd done. Would it make them more likely to want to use me, or would they be disgusted by me? For the average man on the street, I imagined it was impossible to predict, but Master had already shown me at least one place where my depravity would be accepted eagerly.

Having paced my way through every aisle, there was nothing left to do but check out. All the available cashiers were women, so there was no one left to try to flirt with. I helped bag up all my items and paid. When I arrived back home the house was quiet. I made as little noise as I could putting away the groceries and then took a quick look upstairs to confirm that our bedroom door was still closed. I had a quick pang of ache, knowing that my wife was naked under the sheets as she napped.

I slipped back downstairs and stepped into the bathroom again. I pulled down my pants and underwear, just to have a look at myself in the cage again. I felt like it was silly to have the thing affect me so powerfully already. I'd worn things like it for so much longer before. Master was right, however. This wasn't a game anymore, and I wasn't in control -- not in the least. I got myself dressed again and started to pace around the house. I had to think beyond daily errands if I was going to raise my level of pleasing Jane around the house. I started a list of some of the bigger tasks and projects that we'd talked about in the past, focussing on those that I knew were high on her wish list. I knew that she'd wanted a few of the rooms painted, and it had been a while since the windows had been cleaned inside and out. Once I got about ten projects planned out, I started to feel a bit more like I'd found some way to perhaps earn her favour.

I got up again and toured the house once more. I was finding it nearly impossible to sit still with my own thoughts. It wasn't as if I was the kind of person to be constantly pleasuring myself when I was alone, but now it felt like I wanted to do nothing more than touch. It made me feel silly and weak, wanting what I couldn't have so obviously, and knowing that there was really no chance that permission would come any time soon. I heard stirring upstairs and I smiled, thinking that at least I would soon have her company. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed. I realized in a panic that I had not signed out of the app. The last thing I needed was Jane wondering who was texting me. I pulled out my phone quickly, intending to log out before Jane came downstairs, but before I could, I saw the message that Master had sent.

"I want your ass plugged the rest of the day. There isn't much fear that your wife will want your body, so I'm going to enjoy knowing it is teased. Do it now."

I silently cursed, but then rushed into the basement and my cache of hidden toys. I selected a medium-sized steel plug and tried to calm my breathing as I lubricated it. I pulled down my pants and underwear, leaned over, and eased it in. The sensation of it filling me up teased me even more, but I had no time to focus on those emotions. I got my clothing back in order and took a moment to send back confirmation of my obedience to Master before signing out.

Jane came padding barefoot down the stairs just moments after I was back on the main floor. She was wearing flannel pyjama pants and a white tank top and she could not have looked more sexy.

"Hello there," I greeted her. "How was your nap?"

"It was spectacular," she answered with a crooked smile. "How are you doing? Any regrets?"

"No," I said warmly. "No regrets at all."

"I'm glad," she said. "I was thinking that this all seems so crazy and out of character for me, but I just don't care because I'm finding myself having fun with it. I will admit I got a bit of a rush when I had told you about the rules with you going down on me. I am getting that rush again with this, knowing that you have to think about me all the time with that thing on you."

"I do," I blushed.

"Good, and thanks for doing the groceries. What are you doing now?"

"Nothing really," I answered. "I've been planning to get some things done around here, but I think I'll let those things be little surprises."

"Sounds good," she smiled. "I like good surprises."

"I'll do my best to make sure they are all good then," I said. "Are you hungry or anything? I can make you a snack or an early dinner, or some tea or anything, if you'd like."

"A tea would be great," she said, "but as for dinner, I was actually woken up by an invitation to dinner with Jennifer. You don't mind?"

"Of course not," I said, hoping to disguise my disappointment. "That sounds like fun. You all just had such a good time up at the cottage, and I like the idea of you not waiting so long to hang out more."

"Ok, cool. I'll let her know."

Jane padded back upstairs, presumably to where she'd left her phone, and I went into the kitchen to put on the kettle.

"Wow, you look amazing," I exclaimed when Jane returned, dressed simply but very effectively in a casual dress that seemed to cling to her body in all the right places.

"Thank you," she replied. "Just because it's a girls night out doesn't mean that we want to pay for our own drinks."

I laughed but with all that was going on, including Master's teasing, it was hard not to take her joke about flirting with other men at least a little bit seriously. I tried not to let the thoughts overwhelm me as I enjoyed our time together. I poured a mug of tea for both of us and we talked and laughed about normal things until the time was due for her to leave. Given the nature of their plans, Jane called for an Uber rather than driving, and we shared a quick peck goodbye at the door as she departed.

"Be good," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

It was only when I was this close to her that I noticed her jewelry. Around her neck was a silver chain that was simple enough, but she had strung one of the keys to my chastity cage onto it, and it hung down in the valley between her breasts. I didn't have time to comment on it before she was gone, but I watched the car pull away with a sigh. Once again I was alone with my thoughts and enforced limitations. I lasted perhaps five minutes before I logged into the app again.

"What a poor little lonely slut you must be," Master teased once I had updated him on my situation.

"Yes, Master," I agreed.

"I have an idea for you then. Didn't you get an email back from that friend of yours, Matt, suggesting he'd be open to getting together with you and catching up?"

"I did, Master," I replied. "Though I think he was suggesting lunch during the work week."

"Be that as it may, you are going to call him and let him know that your evening opened up at the last minute, and ask him if he'd like to get dinner or drinks. If he says yes, you will find a place to get together. I want you to be friendly and interested in all that he has to say. Be attentive and curious. Whenever possible, you will let him take charge of the evening, including agreeing to his choice of location, should he offer one."

"Yes, Master," I answered, feeling a nervous excitement rise inside me.

"You may dress normally on the outside, my little fuckdoll, but you will wear a large plug in your sissy pussy, and you will wear panties and stockings underneath your pants."

"Oh god," I moaned, then caught myself. "Yes, Master."

"Good slut. Off you go. Have fun," he said, and then was gone.

Matt had sent over a phone number in his email reply, so I found it and punched the numbers into my phone. I felt as nervous as a high-school kid, listening to the ringing on the line.

"Hello?" I heard him reply.

"Hi Matt. This is David. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."

"Oh hey. How's it going?" he asked. "Sorry for the tone, I didn't have your number in my phone."

"No worries," I said. "I barely answer those kinds of calls at all. I just wanted to call because as it turns out at the last minute, my wife went out with her friends, and I was wondering if tonight might be a good time for us to have that drink or dinner to catch up?"

"Oh cool. That sounds great, actually," he answered. "Let me just check with the old ball-and-chain."

From the muffled sounds, I assumed that he cradled his phone with his hand as he went to ask. After a few moments, he was back.

"Good news. Turns out she won't mind my absence at all."

"Oh great. What time works for you?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm already kind of hungry for dinner, so I'm good almost right away."

"That works. Any idea where you'd like to eat?" I asked.

"Actually, I do have an idea. Let me drop you a pin for the address."

"Okay," I answered, thinking it was a bit strange that he wouldn't just tell me.

"Great. I'll send you the info, and how about we meet there in, like, 45 minutes?"

"See you then," I answered, and we ended the call.

I had almost been hoping that he would have been busy, but now I had to follow through. I rushed down to my stash of secret toys and clothing and got myself ready. Off came my pants and underwear. I eased out the plug and replaced it with the larger one. I slid on a lace thong, noting how it cradled the pretty cage that denied me the sensation of the sensual fabric against me. I then rolled on the thigh high stockings and put my pants back on. My panicked mind was screaming for me to further hide them with socks, so that no glance at my ankles would raise questions, but I knew that was not Master's intention when he curated this outfit for me.

I left my normal clothing downstairs, so that it could be there for me to change back into when I returned. I felt quite sure that I'd be home before Jane. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and prepared to call an Uber of my own. Matt had texted the street address so I just copied and pasted that information over and waited for the car to arrive. I was so lost in my own thoughts during the entire drive that I barely noticed a thing on the way and it wasn't until we pulled to the curb that I realized that Matt's great idea was a Hooters restaurant.

I was shaking my head as I entered. I was almost surprised that places like this still existed, but it seemed exactly the same as when I'd last been in one, which might have been as long ago as when I'd been a horny high schooler. The hostess and roaming servers were just as sexy as I remembered, squeezed into their short shorts and tiny tank tops, with their legs as gleamingly shiny as the smiles painted onto their faces. As I approached the hostess stand, I saw Matt at a table nearby, waving me down so I just smiled at the hostess and made my way to him.

He stood up as I arrived so that he could shake my hand and greet me warmly, and then we both took our seats. Before we could even start talking, our waitress was there, leaning in close to overcome the din from the full restaurant and the televisions showing college football.

"Hello there, gentlemen. I'm Sydney and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you started with?" she asked with a full smile.

"I think a pint of Coors will get us started well," Matt ordered without hesitation.

"Great," she replied. "I'll get that and some glasses for you, and I'll be back before you can miss me."

"I hope so," joked Matt, "but I'm already starting to."

She turned and skipped off in the direction of the bar. Matt kept his head turned, watching her tight ass framed in her shorts, not looking away until she was out of sight.

"Fuck, I don't think I could ever get enough of that," he said, turning back to me. "I hope you don't mind this place. I know it's probably silly, but when you get a chance to combine a night out with the boys, beer and wings with a floor show like this, why wouldn't you? It's not like we can take our wives here."

I laughed and played along, but the whole time I was feeling the presence of my plug, pushed deep inside me as I sat on the wooden chair, and the ache inside my cage, as my libido was teased by all the generous cleavage on display, and all the tight little asses bouncing around us. I felt so confused, lusting stupidly after these women while also having been sent out to flirt with this old friend of mine, internally comparing the stockings I was hiding to the gleaming nylons of these women. There was some part of me that still lusted after their beauty, while a growing feeling inside could best be described as wanting others to look at me with the same kind of animal lust I saw in Matt's eyes.