Secrets Ch 30

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As much as the plug teased me, I found myself regretting having to remove it before heading home. I waited until the last minute, lingering at work until most of the others had left, and then hiding away in the last toilet stall. Things were quiet enough that I was able to use the sinks to get it cleaned up. Given that all the wrapping and box had been discarded for me, I smuggled it back to my office in my jacket pocket.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was only dimly aware of a memory of the lawyer's name. He'd handed me his card, but I'd never used his name when speaking with him. I fished out the card and saw the name Richard. Richard was another man who knew the truth about me. I'd sucked Richard's cock. Richard had watched me stuff a plug into my ass. My depravity just kept getting deeper.

Master had been very pleased to hear of the results of the shopping trip he'd sent me on.

"This is why you should always be friendly to the men you meet, fucktoy. You never know when one of those relationships will pay off with the opportunity to be a good little obedient plaything," he had said. "You love to please and obey men, don't you?"

"I do, Master. I love to please and obey men."

"That's right. It is your true nature, and your pleasurable destiny," he confirmed. "This all feels so much better than your frustrations, trying to be a man and a husband for your wife, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master," I replied.

It wasn't just an obedient response. It was true. Before Master and all this, my sex life had consisted of trying to be what I thought Jane wanted from me and then filling my bits of private time with unrealized fantasies and stolen moments chatting with people online who were at least enough like me to reassure me and lead me down ever widening paths of kink and pornography. Now, somehow, I was not only getting to feel the real, physical sensations of submission and obedience, but I had found a whole new and powerful way to orgasm and I was getting to feast on my wife's pussy multiple days a week.

It did mean that my wife was sleeping with other men, and making no secret about it. I was coming to see a whole new side of her. There was a pure wicked glee in her eyes when she taunted me with it. The way she had acted when she'd had me lick that man's cum out of her freshly fucked pussy gave me a window onto a whole new side of her. I couldn't help but wonder if that had been inside her all along and I'd been unable to find it before now.

She seemed to really embrace the cage as well. I could see a smile that spread across her eyes and her whole face when she taunted me about it. Even I didn't really know it could feel like this. I'd already been locked inside it for longer than I had ever been before, even through all the years of my hidden play and experimentation. Now that she was in control, I didn't have to remove it to avoid discovery. Now I couldn't unlock it myself even if I wanted to.

I arrived at home first and put my things away and started getting things together for dinner. After half a day plugged, it was a bit of mental gymnastics to feel like I was only wearing panties and a chastity cage, but it was so freeing to know that I didn't have to hide it. I found myself hoping that Jane would want to check on me, to make sure I was still wearing them, as I had been when she sent me out into the world that morning.

I had put together a fresh caesar salad and had put some chicken and vegetables into the oven to broil when I heard the front door open and my phone start to ring all at once. I smiled and waved at Jane as she entered the kitchen while answering the call.

"Is this David?" a voice asked.

"Yes, it is. How can I help you?" I replied.

"This is Bonnie, from Alex Davis's office. I'm calling to confirm an appointment for lunch with Alex on Thursday at 1pm."

"Oh, okay. That's great," I answered. "Thursday at 1. Please tell him I'm looking forward to it."

"Good bye," she said, not waiting for any response before ending the call.

"What's happening on Thursday?" Jane asked once I put the phone down.

"Lunch with Alex Davis," I answered, "from work."

"I think I remember him," she said, coming in to give me a kiss on the cheek. "You don't work in his department though, do you?"

"No, I don't. I ran into him a while ago on a coffee break and I just remembered getting along with him at one of those parties," I explained, trying to walk a line somewhat close to the truth. "I kind of thought that it would be good to try to be a bit more social at work and to do a bit of networking, and I liked the guy anyways, so when I bumped into him again, I asked him if he wanted to get lunch. He said yes, and that was his assistant, getting back to me on the time."

"Good for you," she said with a smile. "I think that's a great idea for your career, and if you end up with a friend out of it too, that's even better."

"Thanks," I answered. "It felt a bit strange -- more outgoing than I'm used to being, but I guess it turned out."

"Good for you," she said. "And have you been a good boy for me too?"

I blushed.

"Yes, I have, if you are asking what I think you are."

"I think you do, and I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, I wore your panties all day today at work."

"Yeah! That's so hot. So you were wearing panties when you asked your boss out to lunch?"

"Well, he's not really my boss, but yes, I was."

"I like that," she said. "I really do. It makes me think that maybe being like that helped you do it."

"I... I really liked wearing them for you today too," I said, then realized I felt really nervous as soon as the words left my mouth.

"You did? Really?"

"Yes, I did. I mean, it was embarrassing and kind of scary -- I felt like I was worried all day that someone would notice something -- but it made me feel good that I was doing it because you wanted me to."

"Doing that for me makes you feel good, just because I like it?"

"Yes," I said, studying her reaction.

"Is that the same with the chastity cage?"

"Yes, it is, though I guess that is even more powerful of a feeling."

My whole face felt red and warm. I'd never been able to talk to her about things like this before, even if it was as simple as trying to share my own feelings and reactions.

"How is it more powerful?"

"Well, uhm, I guess for a number of reasons. It's locked on, for one. It means that I can't get hard or touch myself or even really feel it. It's embarrassing and emasculating, kind of in the same way as a man wearing panties, I guess, but even more kinky. I think some people might understand that a guy wearing his wife's panties could be a sexy game, but I don't know how many would think the same about a man who was locked up by his wife like this."

"But you like it, don't you?"

"I do. Plus I can already feel how not being able to do those things is affecting me."

"Affecting you how?"

"At first I was getting quite a case of blue balls, you know, even kind of aching. That's settled down a bit by now. Morning wood was also kind of painful -- it was even waking me up, but I think that's lessening too. I think my body is getting used to the constraints."

It helped me talk if I kept myself busy, so I moved around and finished dinner, so that our conversation almost seamlessly continued while I set the table and put out the food and we sat down to eat.

"That's kind of hot too," she said.

"What is?"

"To think that your body and your reactions are literally changing, for me. I like that, a lot. I find myself thinking about knowing that you're locked up for me all through the day. It turns me on," she said as she reached to her neck and pulled the chain out from inside her blouse. "I've been wearing the key every day. I kind of keep hoping someone will ask me about it."

"Oh god, you wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?" she smiled wickedly. "Wouldn't tell anyone that I've got my husband's cock locked up?"

"Yes, that."

"I'm not going to tell just anyone. I agree that not everyone deserves to know our secrets, especially those that would be judgemental. I've got a reputation to maintain at work too."

"Oh yes, I know."

"But all the same, it's too good a secret not to share with anyone."

"Oh god," I moaned.

"See, this is fun. How can I help but love it? I'm not going to tell you the names of everyone that I might share this with. I kind of love the idea of you seeing my friends and not knowing which of them might be looking at you funny, knowing."

"That's so wicked," I said.

"I know! And I think you love it."

She didn't ask me to confirm that, so I didn't.

"Do you remember the place you dropped me off and picked me up from?"

"Yes, I remember. I don't think I'm likely to ever forget that."

"The man there... the man that I was with... I told him."

"Oh fuck."

"Yes, he knew that I was married, he knew that you dropped me off, and he knew that you weren't allowed to fuck me yourself, or even able to, thanks to the keys I was wearing. How does that make you feel?"

"It's embarrassing. It's emasculating," I answered, "and somehow, it's exciting too. Arousing."

"It turns you on that he knows?"

"I guess that's messed up... I don't know... but yes. It's like he knows just how totally I'm yours... how much all I'd do for you... It's embarrassing but yes, it turns me on too."

"Hold on to that feeling then, and we'll see about making you feel it even more," she said.

After dinner, I poured Jane a glass of wine and I started cleaning up. I thought she would head into the living room to relax or watch TV, but I noticed her standing in the doorway, watching me as I filled the sink to wash the pots and pans.

"Take off your pants,"she said. "Let me see you in my panties."

I felt my heart pounding as I removed them, rolling them up and setting them aside. I turned to her for a kind of inspection.

"Cute, but your shirt is too long," she said. She walked to the pantry and grabbed a cooking apron from the back of the door. "Take off your shirt too, and just wear this."

It felt so strange to get naked wearing just panties in front of her, but somehow wrapping the apron, trimmed in white lace, over them felt even sillier. She watched me, silently beaming. Eventually I turned back to the sink and got back to my chores.

"Your ass looks good in panties," she said. "Maybe even good enough for a thong."

"Thank you," I said, not knowing how else to treat this strange complement.

"Not for every day, perhaps... but definitely for special occasions."

I thought that perhaps I heard her take a photo of me at the counter like that, but when I turned to look, she was gone. Moments later I heard the TV come on, so I turned my attention back to the tasks at hand. Once I was done cleaning up, I didn't know what I was supposed to do about clothes. A Master or Mistress would likely be disappointed if I got redressed, but as far as things had gone, Jane wasn't that.

We had a quiet evening as perhaps both of us were lost in thoughts of what we'd begun. Once she started showing signs of being tired, I went up with her and prepared the bed and tucked her in and said good night. I slipped back downstairs again, to do my rounds and to pour myself a drink. I gave it about 20 minutes or so before logging in to report in to Master, just to make sure she was settled.

He was so pleased to hear about our conversation and sounded perhaps just as thrilled as I was to see how Jane was taking to the control that was being offered up to her.

"I think you will also have to send a note to thank your new lawyer friend," Master said. "Maybe send him a gift, or even just the link to your website."

"I don't have a website, Master," I answered.

"Oh yes, you do. I guess I just haven't told you about it yet. Your website is where the recordings of all your training sessions are posted. I've even received some photos from the men who have used you in person, so I've shared those as well."

"Oh god. Really? Oh god.... Showing my face and everything?" I stammered, feeling panic.

"Yes, they show what the recordings showed. It is important for your fans to have a place to go for notifications of sessions that might be coming up soon, or to find what they've missed. There are quite a few men who are very interested in your development and progress."

"Really? How much have you told them, Master?"

"Don't you worry about that, fucktoy. Master will take care of everything. In fact, I think you probably aren't ready to know any more about it for now. Just keep doing what you're doing."

"You're not going to tell me where it is, Master?"

"No, I think just knowing that it is out there is enough for you for today, slut."

"Oh, okay, Master."

"I want to reward your new friend though, so why don't you send me his email address, and I'll make sure he gets on the mailing list."

"Yes Master," I answered, feeling so helpless as he made these choices for me.

"And then, once that's done, I want you downstairs for a late training session. Since you were plugged all afternoon, I think you should have a session fucking a nice big dildo mounted to the wall while you pratice deep-throating a second dildo at the same time. At least a half hour, I should think. You're already wearing panties stretched over that nice little cage, so why not take advantage of it."

"Yes, Master. I will."

I pulled out Richard's card and sent Master the email address. It felt strange, sharing his work contact information, but it was the only information that he'd given me, and he had asked me to stay in touch.

I felt a bit nervous about just how easy or normal it felt to be getting undressed with the intention of sharing my self use with the online world. I was almost looking forward to it, as I hoped that I'd be able to perhaps fuck myself to another prostate orgrasm. I was starting to love the idea of the men's eyes on me, and the way they spoke to me and about me. I was a slut. I was a whore. I was a fucktoy, and my use amused them as they wanted and jerked off, stroking the cocks that I knew I'd beg to suck if I was there with them.

I wanted the sissygasm so badly, but it was distracting to try to fuck myself back against the dildo on the wall while also working the other in and out of my mouth. I moaned and drooled, but I could only get myself close enough to leak into my panties like a slut. I kept fucking myself harder and deeper, trying to squirm on it, but I was stuck on the edge, never quite getting there, until the time ran out.

That was a new feeling, I realized in shame afterwards, while I was cleaning up. Before, I was struggling to endure the time for practice and training that Master had set. That night I was feeling the desperate ache of having found that it just wasn't enough. As I made my way up to bed, I just kept thinning that somewhere online, the recording of this too was about to be shared.

Interlude

Jane lay in bed, replaying the conversation she'd had with her husband in her mind. His humiliation was still finding new ways to be surprisingly pleasing. He enjoyed it, but that didn't take away from the shame of it she could see him experiencing.

Mark had seemed surprised to know that David had dropped her off and was aware of exactly what she was doing. Later, he'd actually recognized the key around her neck as a chastity key, so perhaps he'd been keeping some kinky secrets as well. She thought that might make him more likely to perhaps fuck her with David closer -- maybe here, while he knew David was home. Maybe he'd even let David watch.

Another man, perhaps less experienced in a wilder lifestyle might have reactions that would give David more shame. He would look at her husband as a cuckold... He would see himself as more manly, more powerful, more deserving of her pussy. Jane wondered if she invited a man like that into her bed, if word would start to get around about her husband, and about her.

The way she felt, just letting herself think about such things, made her sure that this man Alex was going to be her next goal. She remembered him as handsome enough, but perhaps kind of cheesy in a corporate sort of way. If there was anyone she knew that she could picture at a Tony Robbins seminar or sharing inspiring Ted Talk links, it would be him.

It was perfect. He'd be so confident in his own masculinity, and if she could make it happen, he'd never look at David the same way again. Maybe he'd tell some other executive during an afternoon golf game and from that moment on, no matter hot good David was at his job, he'd always been the guy whose wife Alex had fucked.

She thought about calling David up to lick her to another orgasm as she fantasized about it, but she was too tired to get out of bed. Instead, she picked up her phone and composed a quick draft of an email that she thought of wickedly sending off to Alex, and then fingered herself to a mild but cozy orgasm and let herself slide into sleep.