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I could barely move as Jane straddled my face and ground her pussy against my mouth. She braced herself, reaching out to hold the headboard, and gave me no choice but to put my tongue to work, giving her the sensation and pleasure she demanded. Her juices flowed, coating my lips and chin, and filling my senses with the taste and scent of sex. I tried to convince myself that I was mistaken and that I wasn't tasking cum along with her nectar, but it didn't work. I had tasted enough of her pussy recently to be familiar with it, and I'd also tasted men's cum. I was sure that was the added ingredient.
She came quickly, soaking my face. She moaned deeply, expressing her satisfaction. She backed up slightly, looking down at me with a glazed smile. She then reached back behind her, unzipped her dress and pulled it up over head and off. Next was her bra, unclasped without my help and tossed aside. She rolled off of me and fell onto her side of the bed, naked and glistening. Her hand reached over, grazing my chest before sliding downwards. Her fingers found the cage locked onto me. She felt the stiffness of it then reached down under it to give my trapped balls a quick squeeze.
"Good boy," she murmured, and then fell fast asleep.
I lay there, listening to her breathing deepen into a light snore. She snored only when she'd been drinking, and I smelled sweat and smoke on her as well. My thoughts jumped around, trying to imagine details to align with this seeming evidence. Had she and Jenn got out and picked up some man at a bar? Had they planned it from the beginning? Had men been waiting for them? I wondered if they had both taken lovers, or if it had just been Jane. She'd gone out wearing the key to my chastity device around her neck, which made me wonder if Jenn had noticed. Did she know my wife had cheated, and did she know what condition I was in, left back at home? Did her lover?
It was confusing to try to determine which part of it all felt more humiliating or emasculating. I was sure that my wife had taken a lover. I had been cuckolded, it seemed, but I could hardly blame or judge her for that, not after my own actions. While I had tried to justify my own activities by believing that what I had sought out wasn't available to me at home, due to Jane's rejection or disinterest in my kinks, that could have also been true for Jane. Maybe she had wanted dominance or simple, animal masculinity in a way I did not seem equipped to provide.
She had gone out and gotten this while I was at home, not only ignorant of her intentions, but also locked in chastity. Thanks to my choices, led by Master's prodding, she had limited me at first to oral sex with her, and then denied me even masturbation. In a more true and complete way that I'd ever been able to feel before, she'd taken my cock -- my manhood -- from me. Knowing that and feeling that, even now in the bed beside her, I had the answer to my internal question. Without doubt, the most humiliating idea was that there were others out in the world who might know. Jane could have shown them the key, tugging it out from her cleavage and smiling, sharing that it was the key that kept me locked. She could have been laughing about it with her girlfriends, or sharing my emasculation with the man she let fuck her. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were filled with flashes of scenes where my humiliation only became more total and more complete.
The details of the dreams evaporated as I woke, but I felt sure they had contributed to the attempted erection that had me stirring much earlier than I would have wished, thanks to the pain of my cage denying it. Jane slept soundly and barely stirred as I slipped out of the bed. I grabbed some clothes and used the other upstairs bathroom to relieve myself and shower, using a stream of cold water to assist me in ridding myself of that particular ache.
I dressed afterwards, pulling on the jeans and t-shirt I'd pulled from my dresser, then went downstairs to put on coffee. There was a bit of tidying to do as well, since it seemed that Jane had just tossed her shoes and jacket aside when she'd arrived home. Soon everything was spotless again, and I sat down with a mug of coffee. I felt the denial of sensation. I wanted to stroke myself so badly, just to feel something down there, but there was nothing I could do. The key was upstairs, resting between my wife's breasts, and I felt quite confident that she was days away from even considering letting me out of the cage.
I finished my coffee and there was still no sound of stirring upstairs. I knew it had been late when Jane had gotten home, so there was no telling how long she'd sleep in yet. I decided to be productive, if only to get my mind off of my denial and predicament. I made a quick scan of the refrigerator and cupboards, then put together a grocery list. I was about to head out, but then thought of checking in with Master first. "Just checking in" led to giving him a recap of my night, including my late night oral service, and my suspicions about Karen.
"It is good, if you are correct. I hope you know that. If she takes a lover, or lovers, it will free you from the guilt you feel about not being able to satisfy her. It might open up the door for you revealing even more about your true self and your deep, slutty desires. Wouldn't you just love it if you could finally confess all your depravity, fuckslut? Don't you wish that instead of hiding and keeping secrets, you could suck cock and be fucked my men right there at home?"
"Yes, Master," I replied, though it still felt almost too fantastical to imagine.
"Keep thinking about men, slut. Keep thinking about the cocks you can suck and the ways you could give pleasure to them. If you think a sissygasm from toys feels good, just wait until you get fucked to one by a real, flesh and blood cock. You'll love it even more."
"Really, Master?" I squirmed and moaned a little, just thinking about it.
"Absolutely, fucktoy," he replied. "Now, if you're going to be a good little housekeeper and go on your shopping trip, I want you to be properly prepared. You are going to wear panties, and you're going to fill that slutty ass of yours with the app plug."
I was worried about having the toy's vibrations be overheard, but Master's tone made it clear that these were not suggestions. I signed off and ducked downstairs, replacing my boxers with panties and filling my ass up with the toy. I logged into the app and made sure it was linked, then fetched my list and slipped out of the house as quietly as I could. Master did not show any subtlety or restraint in his control of the plug's vibrations, as it hummed to life as soon as I pulled out of the driveway and kept going throughout my entire shopping trip. It cycled through innumerable and unpredictable patterns, making me squirm constantly. It was almost impossible to think clearly, so I was glad to have made a list, so that I could tick the items off one at a time. My caged cock throbbed and leaked. I felt warm all over.
I started to daydream about every man that I saw, imagining each one of them fucking me. I dreamed of how they'd bend me over and tug out the toy, refilling me with their raging cocks instead. They would simply take me, ravaging me until they came, filling me up to overflowing with warm, gooey cum. I wondered if they could truly make me orgasm that way too, and what an orgasm better than the sissygasm I'd experienced would truly feel like. If it was really going to be better, more intense, then I didn't know how I'd stay conscious or sane. Getting through the aisles of the shop was an ordeal, but waiting in line to check out was worse. I felt the vibrations humming all through me, and I felt sure that the toy in action was loud enough to be overheard by these others, standing so close to me. I did all I could to keep my face blank and simply endure it.
I rushed to my car, loaded the trunk and then just sat there for a moment, trying to calm down, even though the plug was still teasing me. I couldn't touch myself. I couldn't get any relief. All I could think of to do was to pinch my nipples, hoping a bit of pain would redirect some energy, but that only seemed to turn me on as well. I felt utterly defeated as I drove home slowly. It was impossible not to enjoy the sensations rumbling all through me, making me so aroused, leaving me a weak leaking mess, but I also felt defeated and broken. I pulled into my driveway wondering what had become of me.
I knew it was all my own fault. I had led myself down this path, keeping secrets and hiding away my desires. I had tried so many times to share my kinks only to be confronted, time and again, with the harsh reality that they weren't shared. Somehow, I realized, what was happening now was different. Jane had embraced kink, at least enough to feel enough dominance to limit me to oral sex, and then to so sex at all. When I'd tried to raise the idea of kinks in the past, I would have never gotten near the idea of a chastity cage before she would have shut me down. Now, not only was she wearing the key, but she'd insisted on buying even more toys that she'd not even brought out yet. As frustrated as I felt, I was exhilarated.
Thankfully, Master shut the plug off as I exited the car. I could still feel it inside me as I unloaded the groceries and put them away, but that sensation was at least bearable. There were still no signs that Jane had been up, so I checked in with Master, texting a quick update.
"You may remove the panties, slut," he messaged back, "but leave the plug in for now, at least until your wife wakes up."
I was happy to change back into the other underwear, to avoid being discovered wearing them, but the specter of the plug still being able to hum and buzz at any moment was terrifying. I distracted myself with busywork, dusting and tidying, rearranging items in cupboards, as well as making a fresh pot of coffee. When Jane finally did shuffle downstairs, I was happy to see her at last, even if I was nervous about everything that seemed to be surrounding us and between us. I poured her a mug of coffee and brought it to her as she curled up on the sofa in the living room, all wrapped up in her robe.
"Thanks, honey,' she said, taking a slow sip with both hands wrapped around the mug. "I'm afraid I was in quite a state last night."
"It seemed like you and Jenn must have had quite a fun night," I answered, trying to watch her expressions without being too obvious.
"It was so fun," she said, "but I'm afraid I drank a bit too much. I hope I wasn't too bad coming to bed."
"You don't remember?" I asked.
"I honestly don't," she admitted. "I remember getting in the cab to come back home, trying to be quiet while getting my keys in the door, and then after that, just waking up."
"Really? That's all?" I laughed.
"Yes, why? What did I do?" she asked, now laughing along with me.
"You pretty much climbed on top of me in bed and insisted that I go down on you," I said.
"Oh god, really?" she said, actually blushing.
"Yes, really."
"Was it fun?" she asked.
