Secrets Ch 31

31

The morning seemed calm and quiet, but I could sense new truths and shifting sands just under the surface. After my shower, I dressed as I would normally but I kept expecting Jane to order me back into panties. She made no mention of it when she woke and said good morning, so I just smiled and went on as per routine.

There was never a lot of quiet time or conversation on workday mornings, but we interacted and spoke enough that I had time to feel my tension easing off, and I became less worried that there was going to be some last-minute fashion requirement put onto me. As my lust and hunger built up thanks to the cage, perhaps it was harder to remember that I had to keep thinking of Jane as my wife and not a Dominatrix -- she was a person too, and not just a dispenser of kinky torments.

I continued doing the small and simple things that I could for her, like pouring her coffee and cleaning up everything after breakfast. I packed up her typical lunch and workday snacks and I was just handing it to her at the door, as we were both about to leave, when she spoke.

"Actually, I thought we might get lunch together today. Would that work for you?" she asked.

"Sure, that would be great," I answered with a smile. "We haven't done that in ages."

"I know. It's been too long," she said. "I think I'm good after 12:30 or around there, so I'll come by your office and pick you up."

"Great, I'll see you then!"

We kissed and each got into our own cars and pulled out of the driveway one after the other. Knowing that my day would feature a bit of a date made things feel a bit special, which was just what a Wednesday needed. Once I got to work and checked in with Master, he seemed pleased to hear of it as well. It always reassured me he seemed to be on the side of my relationship with my wife, even if he was helping to rather drastically change the nature of it. He encouraged openness about my feelings and desires, even as he helped me experience more things that were kept secret from her.

Master did still instruct me that he wanted me to be plugged, given that my new lube and plug from the day before was still handily hidden away in my desk. I quickly gathered them up and snuck them into the bathroom with me, so that I could get it inserted before my morning trip to the kitchen to get coffee. The toy was so large in comparison to its thin neck. It bit my lip to keep from moaning as I pushed and twisted and urged it inside me, all the way until I felt its wide linear base nestle in between my ass cheeks. Redressed and trying to appear normal again, I was immediately reminded of how it teased me internally with every step that I took. I felt like I was already leaking by the time I was back in my office.

As the morning crawled by, I wondered if I was supposed to be able to get used to these sensations. The plug and the cage were pitted against each other and it felt like my sanity was the battleground. I was constantly teased by the sensation of being filled, making me want to touch myself so desperately, but all I could do was suffer and leak. At one point, in a toilet stall relieving myself, I tried pinching my nipples hard, just to see if that pain could distract me, but it only seemed to make things worse.

When the clock finally eased its way past noon, I started to really look forward to getting out for lunch. I would still be plugged, and around Jane I'd have to keep my facial expressions from betraying that truth, but at least I'd get some fresh air, good company, and conversation about something other than work. I was starting to wonder if she would call in advance, confirming the time, when I became convinced I could hear her voice.

I left my office to look around and, sure enough, as I approached the lobby on my floor, I could hear her voice clearly. When I turned the last corner, I saw her at last. To my surprise and more than a little nervousness, she was smiling and laughing and chatting it up with Alex. She was standing close to him, punctuating her conversational points by reaching out to touch him, and she looked stunning. Somehow the clothes she was wearing looked more sexy and more revealing than they had when she'd left the house.

"David, good to see you," Alex announced, being the first to take notice of my approach. "I have been just getting reacquainted with your lovely wife."

"Hello Alex. Hello, honey," I said, and I saw Jane give me a wide smile.

"I promise I'm just here to pick you up, and not to get in the way or snoop around," she laughed, then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I couldn't help but notice Alex's gaze sink down as she leaned forward. I should have been upset or insulted, I supposed, but I could feel Jane's enjoyment of the situation radiate off of her. I started to notice the little details of how she'd changed her appearance since our morning together. Her blouse was tucked into her skirt, making it seem to fit her more tightly, and there were at least one or two buttons open now that weren't then. Her lipstick was freshly applied and was now a bright, glossy red, drawing attention to her mouth.

"Oh, I don't think we have any corporate secrets that we're too worried about getting out," I said.

"According to your wife, that wasn't quite what she was thinking of," Alex said with a smile. "Are you going to tell him?"

"Oh please," Jane said laughing. "I was just teasing your boss here that I'd seen an entry in your calendar 'lunch with Alex' and I wanted to come in and make sure that 'Alex' wasn't some pretty young secretary I had to worry about."

"Clearly, I'm not," Alex laughed.

I was still struck by the little extra focus she'd put on the word 'boss' as she spun this story for him.

"Clearly, as always, you've got nothing to worry about," I smiled. "I wouldn't want to speak ill of anyone here, but when it comes to anything like that, you've got nothing to worry about."

"I hope it's not too improper of me to agree," said Alex. "You're a very lucky man, David."

"Oh, you flatterer," teased Jane, once again reaching out to playfully batt at him, hitting his chest.

It was mind-melting to see her play this game up close. She was flirting with him shamelessly, right in front of me, and Alex was playing right along. His position gave him power over me here, and my wife's secret power over me was even more overwhelming. I was so very aware of the cage I wore. There was also the plug, reminding me of Master's control as well. I felt like a plaything -- a helpless victim of my own submission.

"It isn't flattery if it is the truth," he smiled. He wasn't even really bothering to look at me at all anymore.

"Well, we should get going," Jane announced. "I promised to take David to lunch, and I don't want to bring him back late and get him into trouble."

"Off you go then," Alex replied. "Enjoy your lunch, and I do hope we'll see you around here again soon. I might have to plan another office party just to make that happen."

"I hope so too, but don't go to too much trouble. All I need is an invitation of any kind. I love to see the people my man works with. It makes it so much better to know the people he mentions when he gets back home."

"If I didn't think I was pushing my luck then, I'd ask you to join David and I for our lunch tomorrow then," Alex said.

"Oh, that could be fun -- just me and two handsome men," Jane smiled, then turned to me. "You wouldn't mind? I wouldn't be intruding on a working lunch, would I?"

"Not at all," I said, "I'd love to have you come along if you can."

It was like a light had come on, and that the seemingly off-the-cuff invitation had been her plan all along.

"Great," she said. "I'll have to double-check my calendar at work, but I can't imagine anything could keep me away."

She took my arm and guided me off, towards the elevators and down to the street. It was only once we were out in the sunshine, with people all around us, that she addressed what had just happened.

"I hope you don't mind that I kind of invited myself along to your lunch... and I have a kind of feeling that you don't really, do you? Not if you can sense how much it is amusing me."

"No, I don't mind," I answered. "It just surprised me to see you there... and I guess to see you flirt like that up close."

"We can talk about this openly, right? You're still okay with that?"

"Yes, I am. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but wow."

"I have to say, I wasn't totally expecting it to feel quite like that either. To talk to him that way, in your office at first, and then with you right there. It... it felt more intense than I expected."

"Oh yes?"

"Yes, for sure. It felt so wicked and so naughty. And your boss could hardly hide his attraction, could he?"

"No, he was obviously into you. It was almost scandalous to see how he was looking at you," I answered. "You like calling him my boss, don't you?"

"I do," she smiled. "I know that he isn't really, but it teases you, doesn't it? He's above you in the org chart at work. He may not deserve it, and he doesn't really supervise you, but he has executive lunches with the men who do."

"Yes," I blushed.

Unbeknownst to her, I was also being teased by the plug, with every step. That too felt sexy and dangerous, to be right beside her while filled with a toy she knew nothing about.

"After all that playing, I'm afraid we'll have to have kind of a quick lunch. Even so, there's something that I'd like to do first."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It will only take a second," she said. "In here."

She turned on a heel and led me into the double doors of a large downtown department store. She seemed to know just where she was going, walking quickly through the store and up an escalator to the second level. Before I knew it, we were strolling through the lingerie department.

"What's your waist size again?" she asked, starting to browse her way through the displays of panties.

"Oh you can't be serious..."

"Oh, yes I can. I told you that I thought panties suited you. I'll bet that even with me flirting away with another man in front of you, you're all turned on and horny, but you can't get hard anymore and do anything about it, can you? In that conversation we just had up in your office, there was only one man, and that was Alex. Not you. So I don't think you deserve to wear men's underwear anymore. Not even for another hour. Do you disagree?"

"No, I don't disagree."

"Tell me you don't deserve to wear them anymore. Tell me you want these instead."

"I.. I don't deserve to wear men's underwear anymore. I.. I want to wear panties instead."

"That's right, and so you should."

She moved so quickly and so efficiently. She moved in a kind of blur, picking out different colours and styles. There were thongs and boyshorts and simple bikini bottoms. She tended towards bright colours like pink and red and purple, but there were a couple of pairs in white and black in the mix as well.

"You're really buying quite a few," I commented.

"Well yes," she answered. "This isn't just about today. From now on, you're only going to wear panties. It's just like you said. It's what you deserve and what you want."

There must have been somewhere between 12 to 15 pairs in her hands when she finally dropped them on the counter at the cash desk. As they were being run up, she stepped back, making it clear that I should be the one to pay for them. We shared all our finances, so it was just a symbol, but it was an effective one.

The sales woman offered only kind smiles, seeing us there together making this kind of purchase, so I had no idea what she might have been thinking. One thing that was clear was that the sizes of panties we had purchased were not going to be worn by a woman of my wife's size.

Jane led me out of the store afterwards again but guided me down into an area of the store that seemed to be in a different direction than where we'd come from. When I saw the overhead signs, I realized that she'd led me to the public washrooms. She had me stop and she reached into the bag, picking out a pink, lacy thong.

"Go in there and put these on. I want you to bring me out the pair you're wearing now," she said. "This has all got me so wet that I'd love to go in there with you and take your mouth, but we're running out of time."

Had I not been worried about getting changed in front of her with a secret plug in my ass, I would have begged to taste her. Instead. I just took the offered panties into my hand and slipped into the washroom in silence. The word "men" on the door teased me. I took off my shoes and my pants, and then pulled off my underwear. There was a significant wet stain inside them from how my arousal had had me leaking. I tried to ball them up to hide that fact, then pulled the tiny thong up my legs. It was little more than a scrap of lace, strapped snugly onto me, cupping the little nub of my trapped cock and my smooth, aching blue balls.

Time really was moving along, so I rushed to get myself dressed again. She was right there, her smile stretching from ear to ear, and she just about laughed out loud when I handed her my crumpled up underwear.

"So manly and ugly," she commented. "You really don't belong in them at all."

There was an open wastebasket near the washroom door, and just tossed them into it, seemingly not bothered at all that they just lay there so obviously atop crumpled up paper and empty coffee cups.

"No, I don't," I answered. "Thank you."

"Oh fuck it," she said out of the blue and pushed me backwards, back into the washroom. "Who needs lunch?"

She locked the door behind her and leaned back against it. She pushed me down to my knees and then wriggled her hips and pulled her skirt up high. I reached to her and tugged her panties down to mid-thigh. She hadn't been lying -- she was glistening with arousal and I dove at her with my lips and tongue. She was so aroused that she was softly moaning immediately. Her hands were in my hair and she was pulling me to her and grinding herself against my mouth. I made my tongue still and pushed it inside her, curling it and making it dance inside her velvet tightness. She held me tight and she had one leg lifted up, her foot resting on my thigh. It was fast and wet and raw and hungry and within minutes she was cresting. She came hard against my mouth and I did my best to take it all, slurping and lapping up her juices.

I'm sure it was all she could do to avoid moaning out loud with pleasure. She was breathing heavily as she came down afterwards, as I gently licked her pussy and tights clean.

"Worth it," she panted as she pulled her panties back up and smoothed down her skirt. "You're going to need to wash your face though."

I stood and turned to the mirror, seeing that she was right. My lips were red from use and her wetness had marked me from nose to chin. I did my best to clean up in the sink. When I had done the best I could, I turned back to see that she was gone. There was a text from her at least.

"Had to get back to work. You may not be a man but you still give good head. See you at home."

I blushed to myself, rather proud of that. I noted that she'd left the shopping bag behind, so I had to carry it with me, out of the store, down the streets and back up into work. I closed it up as best as I could but as I walked back to work I felt like every eye was on me. I wasn't a man any more. My cock had been tamed and locked and trapped so tiny. My wife looked elsewhere for sex and masculinity, and now most recently she was looking towards a man in my office, who had a significant effect over my career and future, not to mention my reputation. I set the shopping bag down behind my desk, out of sight. Wearing panties now and then as a task or a tease had been sexy and exciting, but what was it going to be like if she meant it about me wearing them exclusively?

I felt so slutty and submissive and weak, feeling the teasing straps of the thong between my ass cheeks, sliding over the base of the plug. I was leaking with seeming unstoppable arousal, and leaving the wet stain in my panties was about all that I was able to do about it. With Jane getting regular sex and appearing to love the caged and controlled version of me, it didn't seem like I was going to be getting unlocked anytime soon. My sexual hopes and possibilities were all focused on men. Men and their cocks. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted, desperately, to feel that combination of mental submissive arousal and physical use to once again drive me to sissygasm.

I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. I tried to calm my thoughts, battling against the constant feedback of all the little sensations. Sitting, I felt the plug pressed into me and the thong around me. Walking, I felt like the plug was alive inside me and my blue balls ached. I felt so completely out of control, but I realized that it was just that the control wasn't mine anymore at all.

Interlude

Jane was practically skipping as she returned to her office. Her whole body was warmed by the afterglow of her rather public orgasm, and the icing on the cake was that her husband was now going to be returning to his work having to wear those humiliating and pretty panties over his locked up, useless cock. She was starting to get used to the mental duality of loving this man whom she'd spent years of her life in partnership with while at the same time receiving such glee from tormenting and torturing him. She had felt so alive flirting with his boss in front of him. Her plan could not have worked out better -- Alex had been not only handsome but also clearly into her.

She was moving quickly, trying to make sure she was back before anyone might suggest she'd been goofing off on some long lunch break, but she did halt her pace when she realized she was walking by a sex toy store. As she looked through the storefront window, through the gaudy and silly displays, a thought popped into her mind. She had no idea where it came from, but once it was there, she had to satisfy it. She darted inside the store. There wasn't time to waste, so she went right to the pretty young girl staffing the desk.

"Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me," Jane asked.

"Of course," the shopgirl said cheerfully. "Are you looking for anything specific?"

"I am, actually. I'm sorry to be in kind of a rush, but I was just thinking about fucking my husband. Do you sell strap-ons?"

"Oh, what a wonderful thought!" the girl laughed. "Of course we do. Let's go look."

Jane followed her to a wall of shrink-wrapped boxes, vacuum-packed toys, and a vast variety of bright and obscene dildos.

"Oh wow," Jane reacted.

"I know. It's a lot. Think of it like a kit of parts. First, you need a harness. That's what you fit around your hips to hold the toy. You want it to be secure, adjustable and, if at all possible, a bit pretty. Most of those, if any good at all, are going to be able to fit just about any dildo you want to add to them. You can get one to start or, if you feel like experimenting, buy a couple different shapes and sizes."

"I like the idea of experimenting, and I'm pretty sure he'll go along with it," Jane answered with a glint in her eye.

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" laughed the shopgirl. "Do you see anything you like?"

"I like that one," Jane said, pointing.

"Nice choice. We call that one 'La Femme' because it's still pretty while being serious. It's all leather, but the pink trim and leather ruffles make it sexy to the eye. The fittings are stainless steel and it's almost infinitely adjustable. You want to fit it so that the base of the dildo is right over your clit, if you can. Many women get an extra boost of physical pleasure that way, beyond just the joy of railing their partners."