Secrets Ch 22

22

It seemed like a surreal experience, to be sitting in a Hooters, surrounded by young and beautiful women with their bodies on display, constantly smiling at us and flirting with us for tips, all the while feeling the tease of the toys tormenting me and knowing I'd been sent there to improve my skills at flirting with men.

I squirmed, feeling physical discomfort as well thanks to the large plug stuffed inside me, the enclosure of the cage on my arousal as I sat in the midst of a parade of cleavage. I felt like I was constantly tugging at the back of my shirt, checking to be sure it had stayed tucked in, not wanting the back of my panties to expose me. As best as I could, I pushed that to the background and worked to focus on Matt.

Given the tone of his conversation, not to mention adding in the choice of this restaurant, I felt that my sense that he was not overwhelmed with joy at the state of his marriage was absolutely correct.

His attention to Sydney, our young waitress, was so effusive that it seemed almost performative. Mind you, even in a room full of buxom women in tight, low-cut tops, her cleavage was impressive and her uniform strained to contain her. Invariably, our conversation would grind to a halt whenever she came over to check on us. I had to admit, even though I knew it was all part of her job, it was fun to join in with Matt as he tried to make her smile and laugh. Despite the challenges, I was having a fun evening.

After a couple of pints, I was reminded of my predicament by the requirement to head to the men's room to receive myself. Even if a desire to hide the panties I was wearing wouldn't have made it advisable, the locked-on cage meant that using a toilet stall rather than a urinal was a necessity. I had to wait for one to free up, standing there awkwardly while all the others brushed by. I found myself thinking that I was in a room full of men with a heightened baseline of sexual arousal, all of them getting their cocks out, while I stood there knowing that if Master wished it, I would eagerly drop down and service any one of them.

Hidden behind the thin door of the toilet stall, looking at that thin gap of light between the door and the side panel, I felt like my disguise was so false and obvious. I sat there with panties pushed down to my knees, my legs warm and shiny thanks to the stockings, feeling like the only release I had for these emotions was to please Master and to please men. I knew I couldn't cum, or even get hard, but the bliss of making someone with control over me happy could be as thrilling as an orgasm.

When I returned to the table, Matt was smiling and laughing with Sydney once again. If it was entirely a show on her part, she was a good little actress in addition to being a model Hooters employee. I had a feeling she did very well on tips.

"Hey there, I was just trying to get the lovely Sydney here to tell me which of us she prefers," Matt laughed.

"Oh yes," I said as I slid carefully back into my chair. "Are you having any luck with that?"

"No so much. She seems very diplomatic. Why don't you try?"

I looked up at her, playing along.

"Okay, Sydney, be honest. You've been coming by all evening and giving us all of your wonderful attention. Surely you must have been going into the kitchen and talking with all the other lovely ladies who work here and bragging that you've got the two most handsome men in the place at your table. No doubt they peeked out to see us and then let you know how jealous they were of you. Probably one or two of them asked to switch with you, so they could take over. When you said no, that you couldn't bear being without us, which one of us did you think of first?"

She had been smiling, nodding attentively as I rambled on, and then laughed when I finished.

"What if I'm greedy?" she smiled. "What if I want you both?"

"One at a time?" Matt asked, "Or both at once?"

"Oh both at once, definitely," she teased.

"I think that you'd find, my dear woman," Matt replied, "that to have the honour of being with you, I'd consider perhaps anything."

"And you?" she asked, turning to me.

"I don't suppose I'm going to be allowed to just watch?" I replied.

"No way. If you want all this," she said, sliding her hands over her impressive curves, "I'm going to want to see a show."

"Oh my," I gasped in pretend shock, "And here I thought you were such a good girl."

"I'm no more a good girl," she whispered, leaning in close so that we both followed suit, "than you two are just a couple of proper and hen-pecked husbands."

We all laughed and she turned on her heels and walked away slowly, with a bit of an extra bounce in her walk, no doubt quite confident that we were watching.

"So, would you?" Matt asked.

"Would I what?"

"Well, how far would you go to be with a girl like that?"

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"I'm just asking -- you know -- like a hypothetical."

"Hypothetically, would I be with another man if it meant that I'd also get to fuck her?"

"Yeah, like a threesome."

"Setting aside the issue of both of our wives, I assume?" I laughed.

"Oh, like you've never strayed a bit," he smirked.

My immediate reaction was to feel a bit offended but of course I had cheated, just not in the way that he was assuming.

"No comment," I smiled.

"So, would you?"

"This is so not the conversation that I had anticipated on a boys night out," I smiled. "In the right situation, with the right incentive... never say never. How about you?"

I was surprised to see him pause, given how he'd been driving the conversation about this so far, but his response seemed more the result of thoughtfulness than doubt.

"Some experiences are potentially too good to not go for, I think. No matter what the complications or possible consequences."

I shook my head and laughed.

"I think that we are either going to need a change of subject here, or perhaps something stronger than beer to drink," I said.

"Getting cold feet?" he teased.

"I think she was aiming for a good tip more than a date with the two of us," I answered.

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said.

Suddenly his facial expression changed and he reached for his pocket and pulled out his phone. The look of joy and playfulness seemed to evaporate.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes, it's just the wife, wondering where I am and how long I'll be out, which is her code for telling me it's time for me to get home. Sorry about this."

"No problem. I understand completely. Hey, we're both married. I get it," I said. "I'll tell you what, you go and I'll take care of this. You can treat next time. Your wife will be happy that at least you weren't spending money."

"Oh man, you're too good to me. I really appreciate it," he said. "I promise that next time will be soon. I had a great night. I needed this."

"Absolutely, and I did too."

He slipped away and I looked around to wave down Sydney to get the check. All of a sudden sitting alone in a Hooters felt like a situation I did not want to be in. I finally caught her eye and she ambled over.

"Where did your friend go?" she asked, then smiled. "My offer was good for the two of you together, not one at a time."

"He had to get home," I answered, "so you were saved having to let him down gently. I should get going too, so I should settle the bill."

She darted away quickly to fetch the credit card machine but was still smiling when she came back.

"I wasn't going to let him down, honey, or you," she said, leaning in close. "I don't think that there is anything hotter than seeing two guys together, especially if I think they're doing it just for me, or if it is their first time with a man."

I punched in a very generous tip and paid, swallowing hard.

"I'll... I'll have to let him know," I stammered.

"You do that, sweetheart, and I promise that I'll rock his world and yours."

She turned and walked away but scrawled across the bottom of the receipt was a phone number. As I made my way out of the restaurant and onto the street, my body ached and my mind was racing. It felt like I'd stumbled through the looking glass some moments, only to discover that there was a world of sex and perversion and kink that had been surrounding me the whole time, and that I'd been totally unaware of it. Sydney had been beautiful and sexy with a knockout body, but besides everything else that Master had been doing to my mind and lusts, I was also locked in a cage. My vision of any time spent with this girl and Matt would seemingly have to involve me taking the role of the bottom, and I was finding it all too easy to imagine myself taking Matt in my mouth while this girl watched and got ready to enthusiastically grant him all the rewards he could dream of.

Out on the sidewalk, I had to stop and think. Somehow I had found myself just moments away from a situation where I could have been exposed to a friend of mine. If what was hinted at would have taken place, I could have not have been able to hide the cage or the panties or the stockings, or my own inability to resist the need to kneel down before Matt and prime him to fuck this incredibly sexy girl. Even if I had wanted to take part, the cage would have kept my own involvement very limited. People who seemed somehow in that world seemed to accept those kinds of things, people like the men in that club, but I had no idea how "normal" people like Matt or Sydney would react. I wondered if I had the courage to find out, even if I could somehow get permission.

My arousal and lust were confusing me. I cursed myself, as I hadn't been in the cage for that long for chastity to be messing with my mind so powerfully, but this time it was different than before. I had completely lost control, with one of the only two keys for the cage currently being worn around my wife's neck. I couldn't help but wonder if her friend Jennifer would notice it, but at least it had been hung on a longer chain that was tucked rather deeply into her cleavage. It probably wasn't likely that Jenn would even ever see it.

It was getting a bit late, so I decided it was probably best for me to get back home. I didn't really want to have Jane already there when I had to still get out of these panties and stockings, never mind the plug. If I got home early enough, I thought I might even have time for a quick cold shower. I pulled out my phone to call for a ride, but I found a message from Master there waiting for me.

"Tell me how things are going, fucktoy," it read.

I paused, standing there on the street, and typed out a quick response, sharing that the drinks and interaction had been good, and giving an abbreviated version of the proposal for a threesome.

"You must be so horny and hungry, my little slut, having to think about sucking your friend's cock just so he would have a chance to cheat on his wife with this girl."

"Yes, Master," I confessed, feeling the ache.

"There's not much you can do about it, is there? Not with your sissy clit all locked up by your wife, and your sissy pussy nice and full of a plug for me."

"That is true, Master."

"There is still one way you can express your hunger sexually, isn't there, my horny little bitch?"

"Yes, Master. There is."

"Tell me what it is, fucktoy."

"I can use my mouth, Master."

"That is right, slut. And how do you like to use your mouth to please men?"

"I can suck their cocks, Master."

I looked up from my phone, wondering if anyone around me would wonder about the messages I was sending.

"Do you want to suck cock, slut? You know that the only reward I can offer you is the knowledge that it will please me. For release, you have to please your wife now."

I took a deep breath and let my reactions to his words flow over me. My body ached with lust and hunger, and his words could make me sink into a mental subspace almost instantly. Pleasing him could feel as good as orgasm, or better.

"I do, Master. I want to suck cock, Master."

"Good slut. I'm going to send you an address. Go there immediately and obey the man who answers the door as though he was me."

The next message was just what he had said, and nothing more. Just a street address and unit number. I squirmed and bit my lip, then called an Uber to the provided destination.

I squirmed in the back of the car as it carried me to my destination. My nerves and anticipation seemed to make the plug feel so much larger than it had -- so much more present in my body and thoughts. I watched our progress on the map on my phone, turn by turn, leading me to this unknown address and man. The driver pulled up to the curb and waited for me to exit the car without a word. I thanked him and exited the car. There was a panel in the lobby and I pressed the little button labeled with the proper unit number. There was no response other than the inner door buzzing as it was unlocked. I entered and made my way to the elevator, heading up to meet my fate and temporary Master.

I found the door, near the end of the corridor, and knocked. The door opened almost immediately and I found myself looking up at an average looking man, perhaps a couple inches taller than me.

"You can strip down to your lingerie in the bathroom. There's lipstick in there too. Put it on," he grunted at me and then disappeared down the hall, deeper into the apartment.

I slipped into the small washroom near the door, locking the door behind me for some reason. I looked at myself in the mirror, almost in disbelief at what I was about to do. I thought about running -- just slipping out of the apartment and back to the street and back home, back to the relative safety and sanity of my own home but my feet didn't move. Instead, my fingers started unbuttoning my shirt. It seemed inevitable as I stripped. I knew that I needed to please Master, and that I wanted to obey this man he'd sent me to as well. I wanted to feel his pleasure, and the way that I knew it would feed my own. Obedience was my pleasure, I repeated to myself as I stood there, now looking at my reflection and seeing myself wearing only panties and stockings and the toys they covered. I pursed my lips and painted them with the glossy red that had been provided for me.

On the little vanity counter there were little, personal things like a toothbrush and cologne, and there were little things on the shelf that had obviously been put there by a person and not a hotel maid. This was someone's home, and I was here to service them sexually. It felt different -- different than the club and the online shows I'd put on. It felt almost like a date.

Without a costume or wig, all I had to rely on to make me look and feel feminine, beyond the panties and stockings, was the lipstick. I painted my lips carefully so they looked full and wet. Feeling as prepared as I could be, I left the washroom and my folded pile of clothes and went to find my host.

"Not bad," he said as I came into his view.

He was sitting on one end of a leather sofa in a sparsely decorated living room. The TV was on and there was some soccer match being played. He reached for a remote to mute the broadcast.

"Thank you, Sir," I replied in a soft whisper, automatically assuming that I should speak in a softer, more feminine voice.

"Turn around for me. Let me have a look at you," he instructed.

"Yes, Sir," I replied and started to slowly spin on my heels, looking around the living room as I gave him a view of me from all sides.

By the time I was turned back towards him, he was standing and he'd pushed his pants down around his ankles. He was slowly stroking his cock and I could see it stiffening. I felt myself lowering, sinking to the floor as what started as walking towards him turned into crawling on all fours. My hands slid up his legs and my hands took over stroking him.

It all felt overwhelming. I was aware, somewhere in my mind, that every minute that I was there made it all the more likely that Jane would arrive home before I returned. I'd have to explain where I'd been and find a way to change back into my men's underwear. I was also acutely aware of my own arousal. The situation of service and submission was making my mind throb. It was humiliating to be here on my knees, dressed like this, stroking and sucking the cock of another man, on demand. He didn't know me and he didn't care. He wasn't even bothering to take photos. He just stood there above me, his eyes now closed, accepting the servicing of his base needs.

"Fuck yes," he moaned.

I felt his pleasure urging me on. I moaned around him, stroking and squeezing him, swirling my tongue around his shaft and pushing myself deeper onto him.

He started to more actively thrust his hips, which forced his erection deeper into my mouth and throat. He pushed away my hands and began to make more control, fucking my face rather than letting me suckle him. My mouth opened wide and I gasped as he forced himself into me. Faster and deeper as his lust crested. I was drooling, nearly gagging at times, and gasping for breath.

When he came, he pushed deep and held himself there, his cock sealing my throat as I felt the warm cum sliding down into my belly. I was starting to feel panicked and light-headed when he finally pulled back. I sputtered and gasped, turned into a drooling used mess. He just turned away from me and pulled his pants back up.

"Not a bad job, slut. Perhaps you can be of use again sometime," he said without looking at me. "Until then, you can go get dressed and get out."

I got up from the floor and found my way back to the little bathroom. It was a bit shocking to see what a mess my lipstick was, smeared with use. I cleaned it all up as best I could and then got myself dressed.

"Thank you, Sir," I said as I exited, but I didn't hear any reply.

I felt a strange feeling of satisfaction at having made this man cum, which gave a kind of reprieve to my own ache. My trapped clit had been leaking, making a dark stain in my panties, but at least its attempts at erection were calming. Waiting for my Uber at the curb, I thought about the time, wondering if there was really any chance I'd beat Jane home now. I kept checking my phone, thinking that if she did come home to find me out, she'd probably send some text asking about me. There was nothing by the time the car came and, sitting in the back, I was glad of the silence. In the calm afterward, it seemed impossible that I had really done all these things. It felt crazy and perverted and bizarre, but at the same time, my life hadn't contained this kind of thrill in a long time, if ever. I was starting to wonder just how long keeping all these secrets was going to be possible but right along with that fear was this strange idea that Master was leading me to a place where there would be less hiding required, even as this part of my life grew more intense. The cage locked onto me by my wife's hand seemed a very physical signal of that.

It wasn't until moments before the car pulled up in front of my house that the text from Jane finally came.

"Don't wait up. We're having just too much fun."

Interlude

Jane fiddled with the key dangling on its chain as she rode in the back of the Uber on her way to Theo's. She couldn't quite believe she was doing this, again, but she was not feeling the least bit guilty about it. She was thrilled and aroused, eager to get her hands on her lips onto her new lover. The fact that her husband was at home, locked into a device that would keep him from even touching himself, only added to the thrill. She kept going back and forth in her mind, wondering if she would share that little tidbit of truth with Theo. He seemed to like having one over on David.

She arrived at Theo's building right on time and thanked the driver as she got out. She could feel his eyes on her body as she walked away, which made her feel that she'd truly chosen the right dress. She looked around, seeing the eyes of the men on the street around her, making sure that no one she knew happened to be right there as she pulled open the lobby door and went inside.