Secrets Ch 29

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Waking up, I realized that one thing the plug did was accentuate my body's morning desire to express arousal. The cage felt particularly tight and the ache actually made it a bit difficult to walk. It wasn't until I had the privacy of being in the bathroom to remove it and then get myself into a cold shower that I could get some relief, as short-lived as it might be. At least I could chill the edge of my attempted erection.

Jane was awake when I exited the shower. I was wrapped in a robe and was about to get dressed when she stopped me.

"Show me," she said.

"Show you?"

"Yes, I want to see the cage on you."

I turned to her and slowly opened the robe, exposing myself to her. I felt silly and humiliated, even now. The cage kept me enclosed, but also very small. The nub of trapped flesh where my cock was seemed more compact than my balls beneath it. She came up close to me, opening my robe even more, and reached down to cup me.

"It's so tiny," she commented. "I remember you bigger."

"Yes, it keeps me pretty small."

"I like being in charge like this. I want you to know that."

"That's nice to hear," I answered.

"Is it?"

"Yes, it is. Obviously I can't please you sexually like this, or at least not with it, but I really do enjoy that you're pleased by the control. Your pleasure is really important to me."

"I'm glad," she said, but there was some distraction in her voice as he continued to fondle my trapped genitals. "It isn't really very manly-looking though, is it?"

"No, I guess it isn't, not keeping me so small," I answered, imagining how much worse it could have been, if Jane had chosen one of the even smaller devices available, or one that was pink. "Does that bother you?"

"No, it's not that it bothers me. Like I said, I get quite a kick out of having the key to it and keeping you that way. It kind of turns me on. I guess it just makes me think of you a bit differently, seeing you like that."

"Different as in bad?"

"No, not bad. Just different. Less masculine, like I said."

I couldn't help but think that didn't sound good.

"Does it make you less attracted to me?" I asked.

"Hmmm... that's not easy to answer. All of this is making me think of you sexually more often, but in a different kind of way. It excites me to have control. It pleases me to think of how it all makes you obedient. But I guess it does make me less likely to think of you and have my reaction be that I want you to fuck me. I do really like having you go down on me like this though."

"Well, I'm glad about that," I said, trying to smile.

"Good," she said. "In fact, I think there's still time before we have to get ready for work."

"I think so too," I said, eagerly. I was just starting to lower myself to my knees when she spoke again, stopping me.

"Wait a second. This is making me think about trying something."

She turned and moved to her dresser. When she returned, she had a pair of her panties in her hand -- pink and lacey, but a pair she'd not worn in some time.

"Put these on," she instructed.

I was already blushing and I felt my hand shaking as I took them from her. I pulled them on and slid them up, feeling the soft fabric slide over me and cup me. The lace stretched over the cage but my throbbing balls did sort of peek out the sides.

"Let me have a look," she said. "Without the robe."

I let the robe fall to the floor and I stood there before her, turning slowly. Having her see me like this was unbelievable. When I turned all the way around and was facing her again, I was almost surprised not to find a disgusted look on her face. Instead, she seemed amused.

"Yes, quite a bit less manly. This suits you better. Now, get to work."

My thoughts were a jumble, but I had my instructions. I felt the panties tight around me as I got down on my knees and began to pleasure her. With my hands resting on her thighs, I kissed and licked and lapped at her right there in the middle of the room. Once she warmed up, she actually took a few steps back so she could sit on the edge of the bed and open her legs wide for me. It was fast and hungry and urgent, my tongue curled and stiff and diving inside her, circling around and over her clit and tasting her as her moisture coated my lips.

She moaned with deep satisfaction and leaned back as she came. I slowed my pace and used my all around her with a softer touch, letting her ride that pleasure as long as she could. She gave one last shudder and then tousled my hair and pushed me back. I rose up and reached a hand out to her as she stood.

"That really is a good way to start the day," she said. "And I think those panties suit you. You should wear those to work today."

"Yeah, sure. That would be embarrassing," I smiled.

"Only if you let anyone find out," she answered. "I'm not kidding."

"Really?"

"Really. I want you to wear my panties under your clothes today. Your other underwear are clearly meant for men, and I don't think you're very masculine at all today."

"Oh... okay," I answered, feeling the tease and shame starting to sink in, along with the every-confusing arousal that seemed to travel right along with it.

Jane slipped away into the washroom to take her own shower. I looked down at myself and then moved to the mirror. I found myself wishing that she'd chosen a thong for me, to help me avoid panty lines. It felt like the chastity cage all over again. I'd done these kinds of things before, either on my own to tease myself, or at the request of dominants online, but in those situations I'd always really been the one in control. I could stop any time that I wanted. That wasn't the case now. Jane would be right beside me as I left for work, able to check on my obedience any time she chose. The reality of it all was making my trapped cock leak.

I got myself dressed, choosing a pair of crisp new black jeans, as I hoped they'd be less likely to show any panty lines through them. After I'd added a grey dress shirt and sports coat, I looked just like a normal working man on the outside. I still had things to do, so I broke away from my reflection and went downstairs to get to them. Coffee had to be made, breakfast had to be put together, and everything needed to be cleaned up afterwards. My wife's choice of underwear for me didn't change any of that.

All the realities of a work day sank in quickly, and it seemed like only moments before we were at the front door together, saying our good-byes for the day.

"I'm going to enjoy knowing you're wearing my panties today," she said before getting into her car and driving away.

As I was driving to my own office, I had a feeling that she would not be the only one amused by the idea. Once I was stopped in the parking lot, I logged in and reported these developments to Master -- not just the panties, but her focus on my lack of masculinity in her eyes.

Walking in, on my way to my office, I had this feeling that everyone could see the truth and that all my secrets were transparent to them. I knew it wasn't true, of course, and that most of them didn't give a second thought about me, but even so, my mind was trapped in a tormenting cycle of thoughts. I got settled in my office and worked on focussing on my tasks, with limited success. It wasn't long before my phone buzzed with a message from Master, which also worked against my productivity.

"I'm so very glad for you that she's chosen to play with you this way. Of course, she's right, isn't she? The cage has all but eliminated your cock from her sex life. You've so eagerly given her permission to see other men to satisfy her carnal needs and desires. You cook for her and clean for her -- these are services of great value to her and improve her quality of life, but I think you'll admit that neither you nor her have been raised in a world that sees them as masculine chores."

"I guess that's true, Master," I replied.

"And now you've gone and compounded that. You are wearing panties, and wearing them to work, just because the thought amused her. Do you think about how it would feel if something like that was noticed by someone around you? If you bent over and they saw lace peeking out over the waistline of your pants? If they wondered why you kept having to go to the stall to sit down while you pee?"

"Yes, Master. I think about it all the time. I try not to, but with the panties and the cage, it is something that I can feel on me, and those just trigger me to think about it more and more."

"Fucktoy, do you remember the men at work that you chose to share fantasies about?"

"Yes, Master. I do. Craig and Alex."

"That's right. Good slut. If you had to imagine one of those two men knowing your secrets -- the panties and the cage and the submission and the fact that your wife is eagerly cuckolding you -- which would be more embarrassing for you?"

I sat there for a moment, just terrified to see the words on the screen. How could I answer a question like that without worrying about how he might choose to use the information? Unfortunately, the answer was too obvious for me to deny. I knew Craig better perhaps, but I just had a feeling that he'd be more understanding. I also felt like his sexual orientation would lessen the perceived humiliation that would come with someone else knowing about my wife taking another lover.

"I think it would be Alex, Master," I replied at last.

"That is who I thought you would choose, fucktoy. I could tell that you found him to be an attractive man, and it is telling that you chose the man that you had fantasized about being with your wife. Today, preferably this morning, you're going to go by his office. You are going to strike up a conversation with him. It can be about work or it can be something social. Either way, I want you to see if you can include some mention of your wife into the conversation. Pay close attention to his reaction when you do so. Who knows, maybe he will remember having seen her and how attractive she is."

"Yes, Master," I answered.

After that instruction, concentrating on work seemed impossible. After about an hour, I gave up and got a coffee and decided to walk by Alex's office, just to see if he was around. He was technically my superior though I didn't report to him. That made it a little more challenging to construct any work-related topic that I could bring up with him in conversation. I was so lost in trying to seem nonchalant while I wracked my brain for reasons to even be there that I didn't hear him walking up behind me as I peered towards his office door.

"Looking for me?" he asked with a warm smile plastered across his face.

"Oh, hi there Alex," I stammered. "Sort of I guess, but it's nothing important."

"Come on in then," he said, then breezed past me.

His assistant's desk was right outside his office, and he just smiled and nodded at her as we passed. She gave me a look that made me feel like I was an imposition on his schedule, or that I was in the wrong wing of the office altogether.

"Have a seat," he said, indicating the guest chairs in front of his desk. He dropped into his own chair behind the desk, perhaps unconsciously establishing a kind of dominance in our interaction. "What's on your mind?"

"Oh, it's nothing really," I said, my mind racing and scrambling. "It was just, well, this may sound silly, but I remembered chatting with you a couple office parties ago, and I realized we haven't talked much since then. I liked our talk and, you know, I was just thinking of touching base again."

"I get it," he said. "We can get so focussed on work, especially when no one is in the office full time any more, that you forget about the social benefits."

"Yes, it's true. There are some people I've worked with for years that I barely see outside of online conference calls now, and if I don't have the same meetings with people, I don't see them at all."

"That is so true. There are so many benefits to be gained from just running into people, like we all used to do in lunch rooms or getting coffee. So, what are we going to do about it?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't know if you remember my wife, Jane? She and I were talking about this and she suggested just inviting people to get lunch."

"That's a great idea. That wife of yours is wise as well as pretty," he answered.

Thanks to Master's prompting, I had been searching his expression for clues, and I was sure I saw his eyes light up when he remembered her.

"So, what do you think? Are you free for lunch sometime?" I asked.

"That sounds great. It really does. I'm not free today, but I'm going to get Bonnie out there to find a day this week. I'll call or email once we've got it sorted, okay?"

"I'd really like that," I answered and, reading the tone of his response, I rose out of my chair. "I'll talk to you then."

Bonnie gave me a very similar look as before as I made my way out. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was blushing, but at least I'd succeeded, even if it meant having to follow up all this with an entire lunch together. As soon as I was back in the relative privacy of my own office, I reported my success to Master.

"Good little fucktoy," he responded. "Reward yourself by plugging your ass all afternoon at work."

"Thank you, Master," I answered back. "Unfortunately, I did not bring a plug with me today."

I was nervous after having to present him with a complication, but I was sure honesty was best. He hadn't asked me to pack one along, and he was normally quite thorough with things like that -- it always made me feel like his use of me was well-planned.

"Well then, it is a good thing you don't have any other lunch plans then. I'm sure you can find a store nearby to buy yourself one. Don't forget the lube, as you will not be buying a small one."

With those words, I felt right back in the grip of his control and his plan. I knew there was a novelty sex shop just a couple blocks away from the office, so I gathered myself and, since it was just past noon, headed out to complete my assigned task on my lunch hour. I took a bit of a circuitous route, just in case anyone was watching. I didn't really expect anyone to be following me, but it was close enough to work that it wouldn't be too unexpected to have someone who knew me notice me walking. I gave a good look around as I neared the shop door but I didn't see anyone so I darted inside. I wanted to get this task done as quickly as possible.

While dildos outnumbered any other kind of toy available, I did manage to find the wall display of butt plugs in a back corner. I took Master's instructions about size to heart and located one that seemed to be a somewhat comfortable-looking shape while still being larger than average. There was also some note on the box about it being weighted with steel balls inside but I was feeling too rushed to want to linger in the store very long. I grabbed it up along with a small bottle of lube and made my way to the cash desk. I paid for it all with cash, listened patiently to the well-meaning comments from the earnest staffer, grabbed up the small unmarked plastic bag and headed towards the door.

"Seems like you've got other vices than smoking," someone said, and I stopped dead, my face instantly hot.

I turned around and saw the smiling face of a rather handsome man. It took me a beat to recognize him but then it came back to me. It was the lawyer I'd met outside that diner I'd gotten lunch in just a few days prior.

"Yes, I guess we all do," I answered, desperately trying to sound nonchalant.

"Sure," he commented back. "Vices, and secrets."

"Secrets?"

"There's no tell quite as obvious as a married man paying for something with cash, especially these days. Sometimes I wonder if cash is used for anything else but things like this."

"How about you?" I asked, attempting in desperation to change the subject. "What brings a man like you here?"

"You remember me telling you that things between my ex and I weren't a good fit? I came to realize that there were things I liked and wanted that, despite her best efforts, I refused to hate myself for. One of those things is BDSM. I have a feeling that I don't have to explain to you what that is."

"No, you don't," I answered, my mouth feeling very dry.

"I didn't think so. I'm also going to guess, from the toy I noticed you picking out, that you're a bottom or a sub."

"Yes, I guess that's right."

"And buying a plug midday with cash means that it's not for your wife. Playing the odds, I'd guess an online Dominant. I'm going to go out on a limb here, given the way you took a chance to bum a cigarette that day, and guess that it's a Dom. You're obeying another man, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered, feeling defeated and exposed all at once.

"And he's sent you out in the middle of the day to get a plug, no doubt to make you put it in immediately," he said with a smile. "I like that. That's the kind of thing I'd do."

There was no point in trying to deny it, as he clearly had me figured out. Without warning, he lifted his phone and took a photo of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm guessing that someone like you, keeping kinky secrets from his wife as well as from folks at work, you probably are terrified of the idea of exposure, but you kind of love that fear at the same time. You get to use it as an excuse to do these things you want to do so badly, but feel guilty about. 'He's making me plug my ass,' you tell yourself. How many other things have you let yourself get reluctantly maneuvered into doing, only to find out that you absolutely love them? I thought I'd help you out there, and give you the exciting feeling of knowing that there is now one more man who knows the secrets that can be used to give you a reason to obey and submit."

"Oh god," was all I seemed to be able to say.

"Then let's make this easy... well, easy for me, anyways. My apartment is right around the corner. We're going to go upstairs and you can obey your Dom and get that brand new plug inside your ass. Once it's in there, you're also going to beg me to let you do what I think you're desperate to do, knowing that you just have to do it, since the naughty Dom lawyer you met has a photo of you in a sex toy shop you can't explain. Off we go."

He didn't wait for me to reply. He just turned and walked out, knowing that I'd follow. As he'd said, his building was quite literally around the corner. In minutes we were in his elevator heading up to his floor. He led me down the bright corridor and into his apartment. It was large, well and neatly decorated and clean, which seemed a huge relief.

"Hand me the bag," he said once we were standing in his living room. "I'll unpack it while you take off your pants."

"Yes, Sir," I answered.

He rummaged and unpacked and by the time he had the toy out and freed from its cardboard and paper packaging, I'd obeyed his instructions and was standing with my shirttails not quite covering the panties.

"My my my, there's quite a story here, isn't there? You're full of secrets and surprises."

"Yes, Sir. It's a bit complicated," I confessed, then proceeded to walk him through a very brief outline of what I was doing for Master, and what I was doing to satisfy my wife's new and growing interest in toying with me.

"You really are quite wonderfully and fortunately fucked, aren't you? You're lucky you've got a Dom who is interested in sharing you with her. I'm not sure I'd be so generous myself. But let's get to the business at hand. Panties down."

Once I'd pushed the panties down to my knees, he handed me the plug and the lube. He watched intently as I gave the toy a thin coat of the cool gel.

"Now too much," he said. "We don't want it popping out mid-afternoon."

Assuming he'd want to see everything, I turned my back to him before bending forward and bringing the tip of the toy to my puckered rosebud. I took a deep breath, focused on relaxing my body, then started to push it inside me. I took my time, as it was not small, but my body seemed to be getting used to this sort of teasing. Once I had the widest part inside, it was relatively easy to keep pushing until I reached the narrowing of the toy and my ass sucked the rest inside. The toy had a narrow neck but a good sized base, and I felt it nestle in between my ass cheeks.