Secrets Ch 33

33

Morning seemed to be almost immediate. I had closed my eyes, feeling my naked body in the warmth of the sheets, and then they were open again in response to the soft chiming of my daily alarm. I turned it off quickly, hoping to avoid waking Jane. In the bathroom, showering, I ran my fingers over the hair on my chest. There wasn't a lot, but it was still going to take some tending to, especially on an ongoing basis. It was the kind of thing that more men did now, so I supposed it wouldn't be too strange. Shaving my legs would be different. It seemed like my future was going to involve a lot more time grooming. I was still a bit ahead of schedule, so I quickly grabbed the shaving cream and my razor and took a pass at shaving my chest in the shower, touching myself up around the cage as well. It felt a bit strange and new, running my fingers over my chest afterwards, as I dried off, but it was good to know that it was one more step towards pleasing Jane.

Even though there was so much to think about, it was still a work day, so there were routines that needed to be kept. I got everything prepared downstairs and poured Jane's coffee as I heard her coming down the stairs. We talked and got ready as though everything was normal and everyday, and I didn't mention at all how she was dressed. What she had chosen to wear was certainly within the realm of what she might choose to wear to work, but it was definitely on the extreme end of the scale of the sexiest office attire. Her stockings were dark and her skirt was short and tight. Her blouse was proper and not revealing too much cleavage, but it fit her like a glove. She saw me look, and I saw her notice my appreciation of her appearance. She smiled very softly, not needing to explain at all her intentions.

We left the house together and had a little kiss goodbye in the driveway.

"I'll see you at lunch," she said, and then got in her car and drove off.

I arrived at work a bit early, so I sat in the car in the parking lot and signed in to the app. I had a lot to report to Master. He didn't reply right away, so I was at my desk, trying to concentrate on work when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. He seemed so happy that Jane had taken this initiative, and expressed pride in me for having been able to achieve a sissygasm with her.

"That is a very big deal for the two of you, you know," he commented. "Especially since she reported to be so pleased by it. If she was pleasured by the sensation and the event, as well as amused, then it is almost certain to become a regular part of your sexual service to her."

"Yes, Master, I think it will be. She really seemed to enjoy everything about it."

"And are you happy about that?"

"I am, Master. I love to see her feel so good, and to be a part of it. And the orgasm felt amazing... just overwhelming."

"Are you starting to like these sissygasms more than the other kind, fucktoy?" he asked.

"I think that I am, I guess. I mean, it's confusing because I'm not sure the other kind of orgasms are even something that I'm supposed to be thinking about."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that I know that she has me caged, and she has only allowed me to go down on her, and now this. I know that Master has me thinking about men, about sucking their cocks and swallowing their cum, and even being fucked by them. It feels like even the idea of sex with my wife is being pushed out of my mind, even out of my fantasies."

"You don't fantasize about having sex with your wife anymore, slut?"

"I... I don't think I do, Master. Not like that. I dream about the taste of her, and about pleasing her with my mouth. But I also fantasize about men too. About men using me, or letting me please them. I think about men at work this way, and about the other men that you've sort of pushed me to meet and talk to."

"Do these fantasies arouse you, fucktoy?"

"They do, Master. I can't help it. I think about them, and I can feel my cock tingle and start to leak."

"What about when you think about other women? The women you see at work, or on the street, or even on TV or in ads? Do you fantasize about sex with those kinds of women, slut?"

"Not really about having sex with them, Master. I think about them finding out about me -- about the cage and now about the panties, or about them finding out about the men. Sometimes imagining them making me want to go down on them, or maybe just them watching as they make me please the men they know."

"So you don't think about using that cock of yours at all now? Not even in your fantasies?"

"I... I miss touching it, Master. I miss stroking it... but the times that I want to do that, to express my arousal... it's happening when I'm thinking about these other things."

"I think that you should try to be aware of the things and the thoughts that are arousing you, fucktoy. It is important to know yourself, and your potentially changing desires."

"Do you think my desires are changing, Master?"

"I think it is clear that they are, fucktoy. You're learning the pleasure of new things, and you're learning that your deepest pleasure can come from new emotions. I think that you would come to truly love almost anything if you knew deep down that it would please your Master or your wife. Obedience is your pleasure. Submission is your sexual orientation."

"I... I will think about it, Master."

"Good slut," he said. "And while you do, think about this detail. Today is your lunch with your wife and with Alex. While you are thinking about how it might feel for him to fuck your wife, I want you to also ask yourself if you want him to fuck you too."

"Yes, Master," I answered, but he had signed off, and no response came.

It seemed like it took forever for midday to arrive. I would try to work, finally feel like maybe I was able to concentrate and then look at my watch to see that only 15 minutes had passed. I squirmed in my seat, more aware than usual of the feel of lace and satin against my skin.

When at last 1:00 did arrive, I had not heard anything from Jane. I gave her about five minutes, and then I sent her a text, as I was getting worried about being late. I had kept reminding Jane that Alex was not my boss directly, but that still didn't mean I wanted to make someone in management wait for me.

"I've been here for ages," she texted back. "We're waiting for you in Alex's office."

Flustered, I got up and rushed to meet them. Somehow it wasn't surprising that Jane had chosen to meet him first, instead of me. When I arrived, Bonnie waved me by with a kind of irritated look on her face.

"Ah, there you are," Alex said when he saw me, but he didn't get up from the loveseat in the seating area of his office. "Your lovely wife has been catching me up on her own fascinating career."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I stammered.

"Not at all. Time with this lovely lady is time well spent," he smiled. "But I suppose we should get going. I wouldn't want to test the patience of the hostess at the Carlyle."

Jane and I exchanged glances. I knew that she'd be impressed and I think we were both surprised to hear that he'd made that choice for our lunch. The Carlyle was one of the oldest and prestigious hotels downtown and they'd just spent about six years renovating the restaurant that took up most of the ground floor. Alex got his things together and we left the office and walked the couple blocks to get there. From the moment we arrived, the service was spectacular. We were ushered to a table immediately, then passed from the hostess to our server who took drink orders as soon as we were settled in our seats. Jane quickly excused herself to freshen up, allowing Alex and I time alone for some small talk, though we both seemed almost relieved when she returned, both of us rising from our seats to greet her.

The drinks and the food were amazing. It all seemed to come in small bites, but everything was packed with flavour. Conversation flowed well, though more often than not, it was mostly between Alex and Jane. She was seated more closely to him, and she frequently reached out to touch his arm. She was also constantly complimenting him and laughing at his jokes.

Somewhere along the line, a button or two on her blouse had opened up, and Alex was not trying too hard to disguise his attention to the cleavage that was displayed as a result. When I looked around us, I could also see the eyes of other men taking notice of her. I had gotten a bit distracted at one point, feeling just a touch left out of the conversation when suddenly Jane's works jerked my attention back.

"Is that ring on your finger just for show, Alex, or are you really married?"

"No, it's real," Alex laughed. "As is my wife."

"Is your wife a jealous woman?" Jane asked.

Alex shot me a quick, quizzical look, but then returned his gaze towards Jane.

"I would say that she has reasonable reactions towards women that I interact with during my business," he answered diplomatically.

"And outside of business?" she pressed, her fingers rising up to fiddle with the top button of her blouse.

"I don't like to bother her with too many details of things that could only upset her," he answered, his eyes widening.

"That seems very wise," Jane replied. "Tell me, do you find me attractive?"

"You are clearly a very beautiful woman," Alex answered, "but are these the kinds of questions that you should be asking me in our current company?"

"Don't worry about David," Jane said. "He understands that I have needs that he may not be capable of tending to. We have what you might call an 'understanding.'"

"Oh, is that so?" Alex said, looking over at me.

"Yes it is," Jane answered on my behalf.

"This sounds like the kind of understanding that might make me quite curious to know more about," Alex said.

"There are details we can go into, to be sure, but there's perhaps one simple question to answer first of all. Would you, given the opportunity, like to have me?"

"I would," he answered. "Would that be an issue for your husband?"

I seemed to have become an observer to the events at that point.

"It would not," she answered. "First of all, he understands that, as I said, I have needs that he cannot fulfill. Secondly, how could he possibly deny one of his superiors at work anything?"

"I don't like to think that I take advantage of my position at work like that," Alex said.

"What if I told you that, in this case at least, you could and you should?" Jane asked.

"This is a unique conversation," Alex mused with a laugh. "I'm not going to say that I've never flirted with a married woman before, but I've never done it in front of her husband."

"Have you every fucked a married woman in front of her husband?" Jane asked.

"No, not that either."

"I hope you don't find this too presumptuous," Jane said, "but when we arrived, I booked a room. I would like it, very much, if we could go upstairs now and if you could please fuck me in front of David."

"You're serious?" he asked.

Jane replied by opening one more button of her blouse and standing up. She reached out to Alex and took his hand, guiding him to his feet. Alex followed her, pausing only long enough for the server to scan his credit card. Dutifully, I followed them both. Jane led us to the elevators and when the doors closed with just the three of us inside, she took a step towards Alex, lifted herself up on her toes, and began to kiss him thoroughly. He might have been surprised at first, but by the time the elevator arrived at our destination and the doors opened, his hands were all over her ass.

Jane opened the door to the room with a passcard she pulled from her purse. It was as stylish and posh as you might have expected in a place such as the Carlyle. The room was large but even so, the king-sized bed was the definite focus. There was a small bag placed on the corner of the bed, which Jane smiled to see. She picked it up and looked inside.

"With a hotel like this, you might think you're paying for location or high thread-count sheets, but the real value comes in the service. I just asked for a couple things to be arranged, and here they are," Jane said with a smile. "David, would you be so kind as to take that desk chair and place it in the corner of the room, facing the bed?"

I obeyed, lifting the little wooden chair up and ferrying it over, setting it down right in the corner of the room. Jane followed me into the corner and once the chair was in place, she reached into the bag and pulled out a ball gag. My face immediately went red. I couldn't make myself say a word, but my eyes begged her not to do what I knew she was about to. Ignoring my look, she lifted the gag up and I folded, opening my mouth to accept it. I watched Alex look on with surprised interest as she buckled it securely behind my head.

"I don't know what kinds of questions you really have, Alex," she turned to address him once she was done. "I mentioned an arrangement that I have with my husband. I told you before that there are needs of mine that he'd isn't able to meet. I should perhaps be more clear on that point. During the course of our marriage, I've come to know that there are certain things he isn't capable of. That has led, relatively recently, to the situation where I've put some restrictions and limitations in place. It is perhaps more accurate to explain that yes, there are needs he can't meet, and others that he is not permitted to."

"Oh yes?" Alex said, his head tilting just a bit to the side.

"Yes," Jane answered. "David, I want you to take off your pants now, and show Alex what I mean."

My eyes widened. How could she ask this of me? Just the idea was terrifying and mortifying, but of course she'd gagged me first, preventing me from pleading for a reprieve.

"Come on now," she prodded me. "We don't want your boss thinking you can't follow simple instructions."

I couldn't lift my eyes from the floor as I reached down, unbuckled my belt, loosened my pants and pushed them down to the floor so that I could step out of them.

"Tug your panties down, so he can see," she said.

I pulled the elastic waistband down, under my trapped balls. I kept my eyes down, unable to confront the idea of Alex seeing all this.

"As you can see," Jane started to explain, "what might have been referred to as his manhood is being kept under lock and key. I wear the key around my neck, actually. David is not permitted to touch himself or get hard without permission -- and certainly he's not allowed to have sex in any traditional sense. He is quite literally unable to satisfy me with his cock."

I could feel Alex stepping in closer to get a better look.

"That's quite an impressive level of control," he said. "Is he normally that small?"

"The cage is sized to be snug when he's soft, so that any attempted erections are discouraged by pain. But to answer your question, he was not particularly well-endowed before this, so it isn't really a great loss."

"And the panties?" Alex asked.

"I recently came to the realization that if my husband isn't allowed to fuck anymore and his cock is kept all locked up, then he really isn't much of a man anymore. Therefore, he doesn't get to wear men's underwear either. All his underwear are panties now."

"Wow, you really do run a tight ship."

"Thank you," she said, then stepped close to me to pull my panties back up over the cage. "David, may sit in your chair now."

I sat down in the chair. Jane reached into the bag that had been left for and pulled out a pair of silly novelty bondage cuffs, wrapped in pink fur. She cuffed my wrists behind me, over the back of the chair.

"So, enough about him," Jane said.

Without another word, she started to unbutton her blouse. Alex just watched as she opened it, tugged it up out of her skirt, then tossed it aside. Next was the skirt, unzipped at the hip and then wriggled off down her legs. She posed for him, turned around slowly, and then kept stripping. Alex seemed in awe, just staring as she removed her bra and then her panties. Once she was wearing nothing but stockings and high heels, she smiled widely at him.

"You like what you see, Alex?"

"I do," he answered simply.

"Are you going to just look? When I was a kid, if anyone just stared at the fridge too long, they'd tell us to take a photo, it would last longer."

"Oh, I'd love to remember this view forever," he said.

"Then hurry up and take a photo, then get over here before I start without you."

He didn't wait for a second invitation before pulling out his phone to take a few quick photos of her standing there. She posed for him, gleefully giggling and rubbing her hands over herself. He laughed aloud himself, then set the phone aside and took her in again with his own eyes.

"Still like what you see?" she asked.

"I certainly do," he answered.

"So how long are you going to make me wait?"

He looked over his shoulder, giving me one last quick glance, as if giving me one more chance to object, but I could barely meet his eyes.

He pulled off his clothes, tossing them aside without care. His arms reached out to Jane, pulling her against him. I watched, entranced. I felt the smallest details burning themselves into my memory -- the way her spread lingers looked on his bare back, the way he reached under her and cupped her ass as he lifted her mouth up to his, or the way her full breasts pressed against his bare chest.

He pulled her down onto the bed with him and they continued to kiss and grope each other hungrily. It wasn't quite right to say that they acted as though I wasn't there, since both of them would occasionally look over in my direction. Alex started off looking unsure, but as they went on, there was more joy in his eyes. Jane, from the start, smiled at me widely. She clearly loved that I was witnessing this, and getting to see first hand what it looked like for another man to take my place in her bed.

I was almost impressed at Alex's pace while exploring her body. His hands and lips moved all over her, kissing her lips, her neck, and across her collar bones. He caressed her belly and hips and thighs. He kissed down her belly and I could see that his mouth was approaching her pussy, but she stopped him, pulling him back up so that she could press her tongue into his mouth.

"Take me," she purred. "I want to feel you inside me."

My view from the corner was not glamorous, but it was complete. He eagerly gave Jane what she'd asked for, getting himself in position above her on the bed, and then plunging inside her. His cock was hard and full and throbbing. Her fingernails left marks on his back as he thumped into her, deep and full and fast. I squirmed in the chair, feeling the anguish of watching it all play out in front of me as I sat there, helpless and compliant. I'd known what was going to happen, and what had happened before, but it was something else to be there.

I wasn't a man. No man would just sit there and watch another man do this. Even cuffed, a man would resist or fight or call out. For me, in that place, the cuffs were like an excuse. I didn't pull at them or test their strength -- I felt them giving me a reason to comply. I sat there, humiliated in a pair of panties stretched over the device that kept me impotent and chaste, watching as this man gave my wife the pleasure I could not.

I watched him too. I noticed his body. He was no adonis, but he was fitter than I was. He seemed tight and toned as his muscles flexed while he railed my wife, pushing deep into her and pressing her into the mattress. I couldn't stop myself from thinking what it would feel like if he was fucking me like that, or even if I could feel him thrusting his cock into my mouth. I wondered what he tasted like. I found myself hoping, after he was finished, that one of them would let me lap his cum from her body.