Secrets Ch 26

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My thoughts were in a daze and I seemed only half aware of where I was going as I pulled away after dropping my wife off. Before I knew it, I was pulling into my own driveway. Once inside, I logged into the app, as I felt a need to reach out to Master. I wanted to report to him, to let him know what was happening, and to feel the connection with him. It was the sense of giving into dominance and feeling his pleasure in it that fulfilled these deep hungers within me. Jane seemed to be stepping up to take on characteristics of that role as well now, but it was Master that had brought me here, and he knew all my secrets. He was thrilled to hear the news that Jane was taking her own pleasure and sharing it with me as a part of it.

"I trust that you understand that this will almost surely mean longer in the cage for you, fuckdoll?" he said.

"Yes, Master," I replied. "She made that point clear."

"I'm glad, but I'm sure you understood for some time that your little clit of a cock was not very useful to her for some time. It's certainly not the most important thing in your marriage or relationship."

"I hadn't thought of it like that, Master, but I suppose that's true."

"It is true, and now you get to truly focus on what is important to her."

"What do you think that is, Master?"

"That will have to come from her and from you, but I believe that your love and devotion to her has found beautiful expression through service for one. You keep her home and you cook for her and you help to provide for her. There are also so many ways that you can bring her pleasure as well. You say that she still enjoys the service of your mouth?"

"Yes, Master," I answered. "She seems to."

"That's good. You can cherish that. Pour yourself into it, so that she thinks of that pleasure when she thinks of you. Wouldn't you love to have her imagining sitting on your face every time she sees it?"

"I... I suppose so. Yes, Master."

"You mentioned that she's enjoying teasing you, correct?"

"Yes, Master. She seems to quite enjoy that, triggered by the cage I think. She talked about how it felt like a kind of payback, making me ache for her, and that she was surprised by how much she enjoyed that."

"I like that, slut, and I trust that you do too?"

"I... I think so, Master. It really does ache when she shows off her body, or talks about giving it to others, but it feels so good to see her happy and enjoying it. I like her enjoying me, even that way. It's.... It is confusing."

"Her pleasure is your pleasure. Obedience is your pleasure too. It is your nature. You are a submissive little fucktoy, for the use and pleasure of others."

"Yes, Master," I answered, feeling the pulse of warmth that ran through me as he spoke those words as confirmation of their truth.

"Speaking of the pleasure of others, why don't we find a more productive way for you to wait for your wife to be done getting fucked."

"Alright, Master," I replied.

"You'll have to be ready to leave a moment's notice, so we'll take it easy on the perfume and makeup. In fact, let's have you simply naked for your online fans. Lube up a nice big dildo that you can ride and get another for your mouth to worship. I'll expect you online and ready to perform in five minutes."

"Yes, Master," I replied, already feeling the twinge of anticipation and humiliation.

"When you start, slut, I want you to explain to everyone that you might have to leave suddenly, as you're waiting to be called to pick up your wife from her lover's place. Everyone should know just what a little cuckolded fucktoy you are."

I rushed downstairs and started to get myself ready. It felt somewhat strange to be only stripping and not putting anything new on. The lingerie and wigs and even makeup had allowed me to feel like a character or another personna, but now this was just me, obediently displaying my depraved submission and training.

I set up my phone so that everything could be caught on camera and started the livestream. With the toys prepared, I waited there, kneeling on all fours, until the audible chimes and comments made it clear there were a few men watching.

"Thank you for coming to watch me," I said in my whispery, feminine voice. "I just want to let you know that I may have to stop on short notice to leave and pick up my wife. She is at her lover's home, and she's told me that she will call when she is finished."

The words were torture to get out. As it was so often, speaking these things out loud made it all feel so much more real. Saying it to other people was even more intense. The men started to laugh and tease me, commenting on how they were glad my wife could feel a real man, get a real fucking, and many other variations on that theme. I lay back, putting my body on display as I started to work the glistening dildo inside my ass with one hand while the other held the second toy cock for my mouth to worship. I was glad that my mouth was full, keeping me from having to respond and answer their questions or confess anything further.

As the show went on, I took more and more of both toys. It took some time, though the details were lost on me in my haze of torment, humiliation and frustrated lust, but eventually I was taking the full dildo inside my ass, balls deep. My jaw felt sore but I was also deep throating that toy with greater depth and duration. Only then did it really sink in that I had no idea how long I could be kept in that situation. What if Jane didn't call for hours? There was certainly no guarantee that her encounter would be quick. The only hope I had was that it was Sunday night, and she'd feel the call to be in bed in time for a good night's sleep before work.

Suddenly I heard Master's voice speaking, standing out from the lusty and crude comments the other men were making. My mind was numbed, but I could still feel the power in his words through anything.

"You want that sissygasm so badly, don't you, fucktoy?" he teased.

I hadn't really been fully conscious of it but it was true. I'd been working the dildo inside me so eagerly in a desperate attempt to repeat those sensations and erotic high.

"Yes, Master," I replied once I slipped the rubber phallus from my drooling lips.

"You've had one quite recently, so it might not happen for you this time," Master explained, "but it is so pleasing and amusing to see you so desperate for your new orgasms. Why don't you tell these men why you want it so badly?"

I wanted to pretend that I didn't know the answer that he was hinting at, but only because it was so embarrassing to say out loud.

"Now that my wife has me locked in this cage, Master, and now that she has started to see other men for sex, I... I don't think I'm going to be allowed to cum any other way than this. I don't know when or if she's ever going to let me out of it."

"That's right... You might be locked in that tiny little cage permanently now that she'll have no use for that little nub of a sissy clit," he said, drawing amused laughter from the other men listening and watching me still slowly fucking my ass with the dildo. "But tell me, if you could choose between having the cage off but having to give up all this too, what choice do you think you'd make?"

"All of this, Master?"

"Yes, all of this. The toys you get to play with, then men you get to show off for, the men you get to perform for in person and pleasure with your own mouth. The teasing and the pretty sissy clothes, and even this new reality of your wife wearing the key to that cage around her neck as she fucks other men. Would you choose a free clit over all of that?"

"No, Master. I wouldn't," I answered.

I knew it was true because my own life history was the evidence. Even when I'd felt I had to hide every hint of my kinks or desires, I hadn't been able to give them up. I'd just buried them deeper and kept my secrets. Now, somehow, Jane had found a way to take some part in them. I didn't know how or why, and this particular path might not have been my choosing, but that was what submission was about -- giving myself over to the pleasure and choices of others.

"I know it's true, slut. We can all see it. You love to obey. You love to please your Master, and all these men who are watching you. We can see you leaking and throbbing in that tiny cage as you're getting fucked as well as I'm sure your wife is. You would much prefer to suck and be fucked and obey, even though it might well mean you never fuck your wife again."

"Yes, Master," I moaned, realizing that I was pumping the dildo inside my ass faster.

"You'd rather suck cock than fuck your wife, wouldn't you?

"Yes, Master, Yes," I panted.

"Say it."

"I'd rather suck cock than fuck my wife, Master."

"You'd rather be a sissy fuckslut for men than a man for your wife."

"I'd rather be a sissy fuckslut, Master, than be a man for my wife," I repeated back.

"You want to suck cock and be fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, Master. I want to suck cock and be fucked, Master."

My mind was melting and my replies were getting louder, and the dildo was pumping faster and deeper again.

"You were destined to suck cock, slut," he said, through the haze of the other men grunting and moaning.

"I was destined to suck cock, Master," I repeated back.

"You need to swallow cum."

"I need to swallow cum, Master."

"You're addicted to cock and cum, aren't you fucktoy?"

"Yes, Master. I'm addicted to cock and cum, Master."

"Louder."

"I'm addicted to cock, Master!" I cried out. "I'm addicted to cum, Master."

"There are plenty of men watching you, my little cock whore. They're watching you ache and leak and beg for cock. Beg them. Please with them for their cocks."

I was pumping the dildo so fast and deep now, feeling it slam into those sensitive and previously unknown buttons inside my body and mind.

"Please, please, please let me suck your cocks! Please feed me your cum! Please!" I was panting and gasping. "Please, I need to feel your cocks in my mouth and ass, please."

I could feel that tightness building inside me again. I could sense the tension and the inner arousal, pushing me to the edge of caged eruption once more. The hunger and humiliation and exposure, added to the pounding of the toy cock inside me, was getting me where I ached so desperately to be.

"Please, please I want to feel your cocks throb in my mouth. I want to feel you fuck me so deep and hard. I want your cum inside me please. Please fuck my mouth and my sissy ass pussy, please!"

I was close, right on the edge. I was gasping the words out and my body was glistening with inner heat. I wanted so desperately for the teasing to continue, so that I could ride those emotions right along with the dildo inside me.

"In case they don't know, fucktoy, tell these men what city you live in, so that perhaps they might actually be close enough to grant your wishes," Master's voice commanded.

"Oh god, yes Master," I gasped, then obeyed.

It hit so hard to say the simple words out loud, confessing my location. Sure, it was a large enough city that I wasn't really putting myself in danger. Having them see me this way without any disguise was a much greater risk in terms of exposure, but even so, my ready and helpless obedience impacted me. I felt myself closer to the edge, closer to exploding with orgasm.

It was then, as I tried so hard to push myself the last little bit, that the men's voices were silenced and my phone chimed with a text instead. I knew it could only mean one thing. The voices were back, after the chime, but Master seemed to have heard it too, so he announced to them all that the show was over for today. There were some moans of disappointment but there were also plenty of viewers who knew what the abrupt end meant and they chimed in with teasing laughter. After that, it was just Master's voice.

"Hurry up and clean up and put your toys away. It wouldn't be proper for a good little cuckold slut to keep his hot wife waiting too long," he instructed.

"Yes, Master," I answered, panting and feeling the torment of having been so close to cumming only to have to slip away.

"But remember what you asked for and begged for. Remember what this service and submission means to you. I'm going to follow up with these men, to see who might truly be close enough for you to kneel and beg in person, but so much will fall on you to make this happen. It was your confession that led your wife to locking that cage on you and making more of your dreams into reality. What secrets will you be willing to share, to allow the same to happen for even more of them?"

He didn't wait for me to answer before he was gone. I cleaned up the toys and the scene and myself as fast as I could, then got dressed and into the car, heading back to that pin on the map. Master's words echoed through my mind. Even then, it seemed impossible to think that I'd find the courage to speak these things out loud to her, but even after all our years together, my wife was finding new ways to surprise me and confound my conception about her.

After just a few minutes I was there. I pulled up to the entry and stopped under the porte cochere. With the car still running, I sent her a text reply to let her know I was there.

"I'll be down in a minute," came the reply. "I think there's visitor parking on the side of the building. Park there and I'll find you."

I sighed, having hoped that she'd have been ready to go, but I pulled out and found the small parking lot she'd been referring to. There were a couple empty spots so I backed into one and waited. My mind was too full of tormenting thoughts to want this purgatory to last too long. After perhaps ten minutes she appeared, silhouetted in the bright rectangle of the side door she exited from.

Even in the harsh lighting of the parking lot, she glowed. I just watched her move, stunned by her beauty. I expected her to hop into the passenger seat but instead she took the extra steps to the rear doors and she got into the back seat.

"Did you want to be chauffeured?" I asked, smiling.

"I do," she said, but first I want you to get back here and use that obedient mouth of yours on me."

I got out of the car quickly and opened the rear door on my side of the car. She was already leaning back and recording sideways. By the time my door was closed behind me she was already spreading her legs, causing her skirt to rise to her hips, exposing the tiny lace panties beneath them. I guided those down and off her legs.

I dove down between her thighs to obey her wishes. Where there had been a hint of the taste of cum inside her before, now it was fresh and warm and overwhelming. I could taste him more than I could taste her. I could feel the cum still inside her leaking onto my tongue, and I could tell from the moans and reactions she made that this was exactly what she wanted.

"Do you still want this?" she asked, knowing my mouth was too busy to answer. "Do you still want another man fucking me and filling me up, instead of you?"

I responded as best I could by nodding my head and moaning a "yes" against her pussy.

"I know you can taste him inside me," she moaned. "I know you can feel how he filled me up and fucked me so deep."

It was too dark to see much, but with my lips and tongue I could feel how her pussy lips were slightly swollen and how her clit was puffy and sensitive. She moaned with abandon and the car rocked as I serviced her enthusiastically. Even though I was sure she'd been well attended to during her date, she got very wet on my tongue and came relatively quickly. I lapped at her gently all through her waves of pleasure, only retreating once she pushed my head back.

"Fuck, I didn't know it could be like this," she moaned, her head rolling back.

She pulled her skirt down to cover herself somewhat but remained in the back seat for our drive home. I opened her door and gave her an arm, supporting her as we walked through our front door and up the stairs. She had me help her undress and get her into bed, pausing only to strip completely before collapsing onto the clean sheets.

I was tired too, but I needed to walk through the house one last time, making sure everything was tidy, and then clean myself as best I could, since my caged cock had been leaking precum since I saw her in the back seat of our car. The washcloth soaked in cold water helped calm me down. I slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and slid into bed beside her.

"Good night. I love you," I whispered, but she was already sound asleep.

Interlude

Jane was starting to find it almost unbelievable that what was happening was her real life. It seemed like just days ago she'd been feeling the weight of a half-fulfilled life and trying to accept that marriage and all the rest of it was probably as good as it was going to get. Maybe her sex life just wasn't going to be like TV shows and movies made love out to be, but she was relatively happy most of the time, and she loved her husband, even with all his flaws.

Then the email had come, and with it the thoughts that maybe she didn't have to settle. When Jennifer had opened up about her own open marriage she had seemed like an overzealous convert, praising all the good that cheating on her husband had done for her. Jane had felt skeptical, especially about their arrangement being good for both parties. Even when she'd opened her mind to the thought of following suit, she could have never quite imagined that David would also be on board. He was, it seemed, and more than just going along with it.

As she had suspected, Mark's body was incredible. He was strong, fit and his muscles were well defined by the hours he was clearly spending in the gym. He had an actual six pack, and he'd gotten so pleased when she'd shown her appreciation by caressing his toned stomach with her curious fingertips.

He'd been a little nervous when she'd first arrived. Jane sensed that he was trying to get a sense of the ground rules, and to find out if this colleague of his had actually come over for a booty call. Their casual flirtation had only begun to get more overt, and she had reacted with seemingly reckless abandon. If she had found the situation like a dream, so had he. Could it really be that she'd come up here just for sex with no strings attached, and that her husband was fully aware of it? Any doubt of that had been dealt with immediately.

After that first time, up against the window, she had turned around and wrapped herself around him. Her skin felt so warm and soft and wonderful against his. She had caressed his face, chest, stomach and thighs as she slid down to her knees. He had started to soften so she stiffened him up again quickly with her mouth. It was strange to taste herself on his cock, but strange and new were no longer equated with bad in her mind.

Once she'd gotten him fully erect once more, she'd let him lead her to his sofa. He sat back and she'd lowered herself down onto him, straddling and facing him while his cock filled her up. She pressed her breasts against his face as she rode him, taking advantage of the slower pace to his second orgasm to luxuriate in the feeling of his girth stretching and pleasing her. Her orgasm started before his did, but hers came in waves, and the feeling of her pussy pulsating around his sensitised cock was more than he could resist for long. The sensation of his warm cup exploding inside her made her swoon.

They held each other in the afterglow for a long while, until Mark gallantly volunteered to get drinks. Jane accepted, telling him that she'd meet him in his bedroom once he'd fetched them. She had displayed herself on his bed and he'd so sweetly stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her once more.

"I like your chain," he said, once he'd found a place in bed beside her.