Secrets Ch 23

23

I opened the door and walked into my home, knowing that it would be empty, thanks to the text from Jane. My legs felt heavy all of a sudden but I made my way downstairs to strip out of the panties and stockings. I removed the plug as well, then cleaned up everything and hid it all away. I couldn't remove the cage, of course. That was no longer in my control.

My panties had been soaked with leaking precum, showing physical evidence that what I'd been commanded to do had aroused me in one of the only ways that had been left to me. I couldn't get hard and it was starting to seem like my body was no longer trying. The cage's immediate feedback of pain and restriction was conditioning me to give in. Pleasing others helped too. Somehow, being with that man and being the instrument of his pleasure had sated my own lusts a little bit.

I walked upstairs, not bothering to get redressed and just carrying my clothes in my hands. I walked right into a steaming hot shower, soaping and rinsing myself, then doing it all over again. I cleaned as best I could in and around the cage. I got out the lather and razor and touched up my grooming as well, expanding the shaved area a little more. After even that little bit of attention, however, my trapped cock was aching again, and I had to end the shower by turning the water temperature to as cold as I could stand, with the spray aimed at my very full-seeming balls.

I got out and dried off, pulled on a pair of loose boxers and wrapped myself in a robe. I strolled through the house, feeling how empty and quiet it was. I realized that I was also doing something like rounds, making sure that everything was still tidy and neat and spotless, with every last dish and glass put away and every counter and table clean and empty. My body felt tired but my mind was still racing. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of the robe and logged in. There were no messages waiting so I sent off a quick summary of my evening's obedience. Recapping it all, even in a kind of point-form way, brought it all back, and confessing it in text made it all the more real.

Everything was so quiet that the sound of my phone chiming with a call from Master made me jump.

"Hello Master," I answered, remembering to speak in a soft, higher, more feminine voice.

"Hello my little fucktoy," he answered. "So after such a long day and fun evening, you are all alone again it seems."

"Yes, Master."

"It's probably a good thing your wife locked you in that cage. Otherwise, who knows what kinds of depravity you'd be up to."

"Yes that is true, Master," I answered, teased by the truth and how he seemed to gleefully overlook his role in my most recent bouts of slutty activity.

"You are getting more privacy lately, aren't you? It seems like your wife is going out more on her own or with friends, leaving you to your own devices."

"Yes, I suppose so, Master."

"I wonder if she would still be so ready to leave you alone if she knew what you tended to get up to while she was away. I'm sure that even before you knew me, you'd be pulling out your computer and visiting all sorts of kinky and perverted places like the one where you found me."

"Yes, that's true, Master," I confessed.

"Now, of course, you're doing more than just looking. You're posing and putting on little sex shows for your growing number of fans. You aren't just watching porn anymore, slut. You have become porn."

I squirmed and blushed, knowing it was true.

"Yes, Master."

"And you're not just a little porn star, are you? You've just come home from servicing a man -- a stranger. You're my little sissy whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master. I am your sissy whore and porn star, Master."

"That's right. And since you are and you know it, why don't you put on a quick show for your fans."

"Right now, Master?" I asked, worried by not knowing when Jane could return.

"Yes, slut. Of course right now. I want you to go get a dildo and bright it up to your bedroom, to the bed that you share with your wife, and I want you to put on a show of making out with it and deep-throating it for at least 15 minutes, and then I want you to fuck your sissy pussy with it for another 20 minutes," he instructed, his voice getting more firm. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I understand," I replied with resignation.

"And I'd like you to do it while wearing some of your wife's lingerie, and her lipstick."

"Yes, Master," I agree, feeling myself sink ever deeper.

"Get going, slut. You don't know how long you have, and I want you to put on a good show."

He ended the call and I rushed downstairs to get the dildo and lubricant, then back upstairs to find a pair of panties and bra that I could stretch myself into. I found an older pair in white lace that seemed to do the job, got into them, then painted my lips with a bright red color that I found on Jane's dresser.

As I set up the phone to capture the scene, I felt almost practiced and skilled at my preparations. I logged on and started, even giving a soft little "hello" in my feminized voice to the men who logged on to watch from the start. After my service with a man so recently, the session with the dildo in my mouth felt very much like practice or exercise. I tried to still look sexy and put on a show of it, kissing and licking at the toy in the same way that I had worked to please and arouse the real thing. I was able to feel more progress and purpose when I also used the session to develop my ability to deep-throat the toy. I swallowed more and more as I drooled. I tried to relax my mind and open myself up, and I tried out different angles to hold my head, to see if that might also ease the passage of the phallus into me.

Even though I felt I was getting somewhat more used to it, I still felt like a breathless, drooling mess by the time I'd done my time. I may not have felt particularly pretty or alluring, but the comments and reactions of the men watching reassured me after the fact. They all seemed to wish that I was there with each one of them. Even over distance, I could feel their lust directed towards me.

That feeling of being desired or lusted after fed me as I moved on to my next task. I was more talkative than I had been in the past, encouraging their comments as I lay back and lifted my legs high and wide. I looked right at the camera as I plunged the spit-lubricated dildo inside my sissy pussy. I moaned and gasped and fucked myself for them, moaning for them and asking them to tell me what they would do with me, if they were with me. With my little sissy clit locked up and dripping, what else could they do but use my mouth and ass, filling me up and making me their pleasure toy?

Perhaps my own lusts and feeling of aching denial were getting to me, but the dildo felt better than it ever had inside me. I felt not only its fullness and depth stretching me, but also a feeling of deep, radiating pleasure. I could feel things inside that I never had before, and I searched out those magic spots with the dildo as best I could, with eager exploratory probing. I stopped paying any attention to the time or how long I had left to satisfy the requirements that Master had set forth. I just wanted to feel the way this was feeling, and to feel it more.

I started feeling tense and tight all over. It felt something like a cramp coming on, but with enough of the overtones of pleasure along with it that I didn't get afraid. I just kept plunging the dildo into my spasming sissy pussy, searching out this new source of pleasure inside until I couldn't hold back anymore. When the orgasm hit me, I heard myself screaming out, recognizing the sound of my voice before I knew that I'd made a sound. I saw spots in the corners of my vision and I felt light-headed. I may even have passed out for a moment or two, as I remembered the sound of my viewers cheering as though it had awoken me.

"Sissy's first sissygasm," they said, and I blushed. I still felt a bit dizzy but I thanked them all for watching and awkwardly ended the livestream.

All of sudden, reality hit me and I realized just how long I'd been on our bed, fucking myself for these men. It had been nearly 45 minutes. I was also a glistening, sweaty mess. Thankfully, most of the cum from my orgasm had oozed out of the cage and onto my belly and thighs, so I wasn't faced with having to change the sheets. I did feel that I had to shower, as I needed to use the spray of the water to clean the cage. There was no way I could explain an orgasm to Jane, not when she'd been so happy to have locked me up like this. As quickly as I could, I stipped and put her lingerie away. I dove into the shower, rinsing myself, scrubbing off the lipstick and cleaning up my chastity cage.

I rushed, worried about being finished and cleaned up before Jane might return, but was also trying to take as much time as needed to make sure I was thorough. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and then peeked outside. There were no signs of her, nor were there any sounds. My sense of relief did not become complete until I was fully dressed again and I'd completed a tour of the house, upstairs and down, to make sure that everything had been put away and was clean and tidy. No one would have been able to tell that I'd put on a sex show in our bedroom.

I poured myself a drink and sank into a chair in the living room, trying to understand what had happened. I'd heard of prostate orgasms--or sissygasms--before, but I'd never come anywhere close to one before. Maybe it had been the period of true denial, or maybe it had been the enthusiastic audience. I didn't know, but I felt a hunger to find out, because I wanted to be able to feel that again. I had felt more powerful and longer lasting than a typical orgasm. Even sitting there afterwards, I could still feel the afterglow. This was also something that I could feel and experience while still caged.

I wondered what Jane would think if she knew such a thing was possible for me. Would she want to deny me that too, to prevent me from all orgasms, or would it only lengthen my time in the cage, if she knew that she didn't need to remove it at all to allow me release? I assumed that Master knew what had happened, as he usually seemed to watch along with the other men. Deciding, however, that an assumption might not be best, I decided to send off a quick message, thanking him for the instructions that had led me to that experience.

"You are welcome, fucktoy," he messaged back. "I take it your wife is not yet back?"

"That is right, Master," I answered.

"My my my, I wonder what she has gotten up to. Last call was quite some time ago, so it's not likely that she is still at any bar or restaurant. Are you starting to wonder what kind of wickedness she might be up to, slut?"

"I suppose that I thought that she might still be out somewhere with her friend Jenn, Master," I answered with some hesitation. "Maybe they went back to her house."

"Yes, perhaps that is where your wife is, my little sissy bitch," he teased. "Though I think if I was in your place, I might wonder how long it would be before she starts thinking about finding a replacement for your locked up little sissy clit. Your wife is a woman with needs, don't you think?"

"I suppose so, Master."

I felt like a ridiculous hypocrite, starting to feel upset or jealous that she might have done more than the flirting she had teased me about, while I had literally been with another man myself while she was out. Up until Master's relatively recent control, I had been able to think of my experiments with kink as limited in scope, adhering to some unwritten set of rules or limitations that I'd justified as okay. As my own limits were expanded and my experiences multiplied, perhaps I really would have to accept that Jane too might be opening herself up as well.

"You want to see her satisfied, don't you slut?" he asked.

"Yes, I do, Master."

"Well, you must be starting to understand that the more you feel your own pleasures being inspired and satisfied by men, and the more your wife's attention is lured away from what might have been called your previous masculinity, the more she may need to source what she needs and desires from other men."

"Yes, Master."

"Just like you have, my little sissy bitch."

"Yes, Master," I confessed.

The truth felt so strange, stated like that. I was cheating on my wife with other men and if she was truly starting to stray outside our marriage as well, so was she.

"It makes one wonder," mused Master, "if there are men out there who the two of you might end up sharing."

"Oh god," I sighed.

"You like that idea, slut? Do you find yourself wanting to suck the cock of a man who was also fucking your wife? Someone who knew that your little sissy clitty was locked up and replaced by his use of her?"

"I... I don't know, Master," I stammered.

"I think that you should think about it, slut. Do you think that your chastity is more rewarding and powerful, now that your wife knows and has taken control of your keys?"

"Yes, Master. It feels like someone else is truly in control, totally, more than it was before, when I had to have enough control myself so that I could hide it from her."

"Just imagine then, how that could be true for all the rest as well. If she knew how much you loved to suck cock, slut, she could help you get more and more. If she knew what a pretty sissy slut you could be in uniform, you could be dressed up almost all the time."

"Yes, Master," I answered. "I suppose that's true."

"Times like this, right now, you would still be plugged if she knew. You might still be wearing panties and stockings, and you might just get to sleep in a pretty and feminine nightie."

"Oh yes, Master," I answered, trying to understand how these feelings of humiliation and helplessness were making me so aroused.

"I had a feeling you'd like that," he laughed. "It is late, so I will be off to bed. You should get some sleep as well, since there's no telling how late your wife could be out."

"Yes, Master," I agreed.

After the call ended, I did one more round of the house, making sure that everything was neat and tidy, then headed upstairs to my bedroom. I looked around, now that this private place had been transformed in my mind to also be the setting of my public, online depravity and the deepening of my use. I had achieved another milestone, being brought to orgasm without needing to be unlocked.

I stripped down to my underwear and pulled on a clean, light t-shirt to sleep in and crawled under the covers. I shut off the lights and found myself feeling very tired as my head hit the pillow. I passed out nearly instantly and slept so deeply that when I was awoken by Jane in the middle of the night, it felt like a dizzy dream. I was laying on my back and the room was lit only from outside, with the hall light spilling through the open bedroom door. She was straddling me, kneeling over my chest, with her dress pulled up and she was wearing nothing underneath it.

"Make me cum. Make me cum now," she demanded.

I brought my lips up to her, kissing and licking and lapping at her. My mouth filled with the taste of her as she moaned with delight and started to grind her pussy against me. I wondered, as I worked to satisfy her, if I would have been able to detect the taste of cum inside her if not for my recent experience sucking the cocks of other men.

Interlude

Jane had lost track of the number of times that Theo had brought her to orgasm. Counting was impossible, as so many of them had come in waves and multiples. In the haze of lust, it took some doing even to recall all the different positions they had been in. He had fucked her from behind. She had ridden his cock, looking down at him as he'd groped and kissed her breasts. She had kissed and stroked his cock a couple of times, but just to encourage him to get hard enough to take her again. She knew he'd been on top of her, and they had both been on their sides as well.

Theo had kept her hydrated with all the water she had needed and wanted, and there had been some wine as well. During one of their longer breaks, Theo had even produced a joint for them to share. She had laughed, having not indulged in anything like that since university, but the night was not one for saying no to things, so they both indulged and shared long periods of laughter and bliss.

Their shared high encouraged Jane to offer Theo her ass. She'd never dreamed of that kind of sex with her husband, but there, in his apartment on that night, she wanted him to have everything her husband couldn't. He had been slow and gentle and patient, but it had still hurt to feel him stretch her back there. She didn't mind though. The strange discomfort had made it feel all the more new and total. She didn't cum from the sensation of his orgasm inside her alone, but she fingered herself as he drove increasingly deep inside her and she held him inside until she reached that bliss as well.

He wrapped his arms around her afterwards, staying inside her as he softened. For all the bravado he'd shown while he was fucking her, he was kind and thoughtful afterwards, checking on her and then carrying her to his remarkably large shower where he enveloped her with hot water, thick foamy suds and warm touches. He caressed her flesh and worshipped her with touch. He had made a move at one point to lower himself down to kiss at her pussy but she stopped him. She didn't want to confuse her experiences with this man in any way with how she'd been limiting her husband's sex life.

Theo brought her lush towels afterwards and then wrapped her in a plush robe, offering her food and drink before they once again returned to his bed. They were both tired and it was very late, but Jane was entranced by his body and the surprisingly guilt-free time she was having with him. She knew her husband had secrets from her, and that he expressed at least some of his desires with porn instead of with her. Denying his cock the promise of her pussy and then any contact at all felt like such sweet payback for a sex life she'd been denied for too long. That denial was over now, and she was going to get everything she'd ever dreamed of.

"I want to watch you stroke yourself," she said out loud into the quiet night.

Theo's response was wordless, just tilting his head and smiling, before opening his robe and taking hold of his cock. He kept his eyes on her as she started gently with just a couple fingers and then taking a firmer hold as his body responded. Jane watched him harden with interest and amazement, reaching into her own robe to caress her breasts and play with her stiffening nipples. She saw the veins rise and stand out as his shaft grew thicker and larger. When she could just watch no longer, she pulled her robe off completely and pulled him to her again. They made love slowly and intimately, her warm tight pussy taking over from his hands, squeezing and gripping him as he moved inside her.

Their bodies intertwined as they moved together and Jane felt his warmth against her as they came together yet again. Afterwards, she rose and dressed. She couldn't find the pair of panties she'd worn, but she liked the idea of his having taken a souvenir. She had her own, thinking of his last load of cum still inside her. She could have cleaned herself before leaving, but she was already thinking of putting her chaste husband's tongue to good use. She wasn't really interested in keeping secrets.