Secrets Ch 36

36

By the time Jane was due to arrive home, the house was spotless and dinner was in the oven. I'd even gotten the table set already. When she came in, I could tell that she truly enjoyed coming in and finding everything clean and in order.

"Wow, look at all you've done," she said, walking through the dining room and kitchen. "It smells amazing."

"I'm glad you like it," I replied. "I just wanted everything to be set up at the end of a long week."

"I kind of hate to ask, given all the work you've done, but would you object to me getting together with Jenn tonight?" she asked. "We've been trying to get together to chat for ages it seems, and tonight is her only night free this weekend."

"I don't mind at all," I answered, trying to hide my disappointment. "Rather than go out, why don't you two stay in here? Dinner's almost done, so you two can eat it, rather than it going to waste. I'll just clear out and give you two some privacy."

Her eyes widened with surprise.

"Really? That's so generous of you! You don't mind?"

"I don't mind. I'm sure you two will have a good evening."

"Okay, I'll text her and let her know," she said, then came up to me and gave me a deep, long kiss of thanks -- the kind of kiss that reminded me that I was in the chastity cage.

Perhaps it reminded her of that too, as she added, "I guess I don't have to worry about you getting in trouble while you're out."

I blushed.

Jane rushed upstairs to change clothes, and I fiddled around the kitchen. She was still upstairs when I heard the doorbell ring, so I went to answer it, finding Jenn there, wearing a beaming smile.

"Come on in," I greeted her. "Jane's just upstairs for a second, but she'll be right down. Can I get you a drink?"

"That sounds like a great idea, thanks. I'd love a glass of any white wine you've got cold."

"It's on its way," I said.

She made her way to the living room while I went to fetch the drinks. I'd have guessed that Jenn had already dressed for a dinner out when Jane reached her, as she was looking a bit too dressy and sexy for an evening in. She wore a little black dress that seemed to shimmer. She wore dark stockings under it, which almost hid one from noticing just how short the dress was. I tried not to notice how much of her cleavage was on display as I brought her wine to her.

"I hear you've made us dinner," she said. "It's really generous of you to let me take over your plans."

"No problem," I answered. "I've just been cooking more, trying to make better use of my time when I'm working from home."

"Maybe I should send you to my house," she laughed. "You could teach Ken a few things."

I just laughed in response, not knowing quite how to respond. I was saved by Jane arriving from upstairs.

"Hi hon," she said to Jennifer, who had risen up to greet her. They shared a hug and rolled right into conversation.

I excused myself and put the final touches in place for dinner. I pulled the stuffed chicken out of the oven and carved the meat and placed the various side dishes on serving trays on the table. I opened a second bottle of wine, and left that on the table as well.

"Dinner is served," I announced.

Jane gave me a peck on the cheek as she passed, thanking me again. I could tell, however, that it was time for me to make my exit. It wasn't until I was in the driveway that I gave any thought to where I would go or what I would do. After cooking, I was kind of hungry, so I figured at least I'd find some place to eat.

I don't consciously feel the pull, but when I saw the Hooters restaurant ahead, I realized that I had been driving there the whole time. It felt a bit pathetic to be going there alone, but I just wanted to sit somewhere that felt like a place that a normal man might go. I sat against the wall towards the back, in a location that seemed out of the way while still giving me a view of most of the restaurant.

A generically pretty girl with suitable large breasts greeted me warmly and took away the other place-setting once I told her I was eating alone. I ordered a draft beer, and she left me with the menu. I scanned it half-heartedly as I kept watching the activity in front of me. There were so many sexy women, all in their tight short shorts, with their legs gleaming in their nylons, and their breasts pushed high and tight by well engineered bras under their skimpy tank tops. I was attracted to them in the sense that I found them incredibly sexy to look at and watch them move, noticing each jiggle, but I was finding it challenging to imagine myself fucking any of them, even at a fantasy level. It wasn't just that I was locked in chastity, or that I was wearing panties. It wasn't the idea of cheating either, at least not in the classic sense. It was clear in my mind that this was something that just wasn't allowed.

Master was the one first directing me towards fantasizing about men instead, and Jane's new influence was only adding on to that. The toys and clothing emasculated me, and she'd insisted right from the beginning of this new phase that the only sex I was going to have, with her at least, was giving oral. I felt the influence of my training sessions on my mind as well. I wasn't someone who fucked women any more. I was fucked by women. I was fucked by men. I pleasured men and, when permitted, I pleasured my wife too, but that was something I did on my knees.

When I looked up at the waitresses again, I could feel the change in my thinking. In my fantasies, they were teasing me about the panties and the tiny bulge I made in them. They were aware that I was to be played with and used for their pleasure. These thoughts were so distracting that I was sure that I blushed with surprise when my server returned, bending over and teasing me with the view down her top as she set my beer down on the table. I tried to regain some composure, or at least enough to order a pound of wings.

I tried to regain my composure, but the women kept walking by, and submissive fantasies followed right along with them.

"Hey there! Where's your friend?" said a familiar voice.

I jerked my head up and saw the smiling face of the same waitress who'd served Matt and I.

"It's just me tonight," I answered sheepishly. "It was Sydney, right?"

"How sweet of you to remember," she said, and she dropped down into the chair opposite me.

"Not at all," I said. "You made quite an impression."

"Was that because of these?" she asked, reaching up to bring her hands to her top and squeezing her breasts together, "Or was it because of what we talked about?"

"I guess both," I answered, blushing.

"I can live with that," she said.

"I didn't know you were allowed to sit down and chat," I said. "Which is not to say that I'm not pleased you are. I just don't want you getting in trouble."

"So sweet again," she said. "It's okay. I just finished my shift. I was just about to head back to change when I saw you here all by yourself."

"I have to admit, it's a bit sad to think of you changing out of this uniform."

"Trust me, I can dress much sexier than this, given the right inspiration."

"I don't have any doubt," I answered. "But I have to admit, I'm probably not your best prospect at the moment."

"I'm usually the judge of that," she said with a kind smile.

"Maybe, but I'll bet your other prospects aren't usually locked in chastity."

My head jerked up and I blushed immediately. I couldn't believe that I'd just said that out loud. I searched her eyes for judgement or shock. I didn't see either, at least not yet. She just tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"Now you've got me interested," she said. "I'm going to get changed into my own clothes, and I'll be back. Order me a beer, will you?"

Alone again, after she slipped away, I sat there with my heart pounding. The truth had just slipped out. This woman wasn't the first person to know these things about me, but she was just a normal person whom I'd met out in the world. I had no idea what I was doing, sharing such things about myself to strangers.

My current server returned with my food and her own smile, so I thanked her and ordered another beer for Sydney. I started to eat, but I felt I was mostly just trying to look busy. Suddenly my appetite seemed to have been pushed aside. If I had doubted that she could look sexier than she had in her uniform, I was quickly proven wrong. I caught only a brief glimpse of her legs as she slid into her seat across from me, but she was wearing a very short skirt and the fishnet stockings she wore beneath them didn't quite reach the hemline, so a couple inches of garter belts were exposed, dark against her pale skin.

Her top buttoned up in front, or did in theory, as there didn't seem to be any buttons closed. She wore it knotted closed, and the bra she was wearing now pushed her breasts tight and high, putting on quite a display offered by her top. Her lips were painted dark red and her smile gleamed. She reached for her beer and took a long sip, leaving a pronounced lipstick mark on the lip of the glass.

"So, who's got you locked in chastity?" she asked, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to ask. "Your wife?"

"Yes, my wife," I answered.

"And where is she tonight?"

"She's at home, having dinner with a friend."

"I see. And your friend? The man you were here with before?"

"I don't know. I assume he's at home too, with his wife."

"Everyone's busy except you, and you came here. I don't really think it was for the wings. Were you hoping to see me again?"

"I don't really know," I answered. "I didn't really plan it. The car just kind of drove itself here."

"I think I'm going to treat that as a yes, and I'm flattered," she smiled. "But since you came here without being able to fuck me, does that mean maybe you were interested in something else we talked about?"

"Something else?" I asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you would remember how we talked about how I liked seeing men together. I recall your face putting on quite an expression when I said that."

"Yes, I remember."

"I thought you did. Is that it? Do you want to be with another man, for me? So I can watch?"

"I... I don't know. I'm kind of confused."

"Confused by what, sweetie? Confused by the desire? Confused by what it will mean?"

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed... if I have permission."

"That's not the kind of thing a man usually asks his wife for permission for," she smiled.

"There isn't just my wife," I said.

"There's someone else you'd ask? Oh, this is getting interesting. Who?"

"My Master," I admitted.

I'd come that far, and there was something entrancing about actually saying these words out loud.

"You have a wife and a Master. You must be a very busy man," she smiled.

"I guess I am," I said.

"How do you normally ask your Master these kinds of questions? Do you call him or text him?"

"I use an app. I can use it for sending messages or calling."

"Open it up then," she said. "Ask him. Tell him your new friend Sydney wants to know if you're allowed to come out and play."

"You mean it?"

"I do," she answered, meeting my gaze without flinching or blinking.

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking a bit, and I logged in. Paraphrasing her somewhat, I sent Master a message telling him that Jane was having dinner with a friend, and that she'd sent me out. I told him that I was at the Hooters I'd been at before, and the waitress I'd told him about had made me. Almost immediately, my phone chimed with an incoming voice call from him.

"Hello fucktoy," he said. "Hand the phone to your new friend."

I blushed deep red, and held the phone out to her. Her eyes lit up as she took it and held it to her ear.

"Hello there," she said.

I couldn't hear anything other than her responses, and it seemed like Master was doing most of the talking. She nodded, smiled, and listened along as I sat there squirming in my chair. She occasionally said things like "yes" and "of course" and "I'd be happy to." Finally, she held the phone back to me.

"I like your friend," he said, once I had the phone back to my ear. "You have my permission to go with her, with the understanding that you are to be obedient to her as you would be to me, as well as to the friends of hers she might introduce you to. Remember, slut, that your behaviour reflects on me, and that pleasing those you serve is your most important purpose."

"Yes, Master," I replied, watching Sydney smile at me as I spoke into the phone.

"Ready to go?" she asked as I hung up.

I looked down at the nearly full plate of wings and nodded.

"Leave a big tip," she said, giggling as she stood up.

I did as told, settling up the bill generously, and followed her out. She walked me to her car, which was parked in a lot not far from the restaurant. She surprised me by handing me the keys. She sat in the passenger seat and I drove, taking her directions turn by turn, as she split her attention between the road ahead and her phone. We drove a bit out of the centre of the city, and the whole time I squirmed, wondering just what I was getting myself into. She didn't say anything other than her directions, not until she pointed out the driveway to pull into. I shut off the ignition and returned the keys to her outstretched hand.

"Come on in," she said.

I dutifully followed her, distracting myself with the view of her skirt bouncing as she walked.

Once inside, I found that her home was neat and tidy and just a bit messy in the sense that there seemed to be just a bit too many things on each shelf. In the living room she stopped and turned to me.

"I want to see this chastity cage," she said.

"Right now?" I asked, then felt silly for even saying that.

"Yes, of course."

I loosened my belt, opened my pants and pushed them down. I tried to push down the pants and underwear quickly one after the other, but of course she noticed what I was wearing.

"Oh my god, those are so pretty," she teased. "You are really getting into all this, aren't you? Based on your visit with your friend before, I would have thought you were just a typical frustrated husband, blowing off some steam with a friend. I can't believe my luck."

"Your luck?"

"Oh yes, a guy like you doesn't come along very often. Most guys spend the whole night starting at my tits and then bugger off after barely leaving a tip. I could see that you were actually considering it that night and then, well, you came back and here we are."

"Here I am," I said softly.

She came close as I was standing there, pants down to my knees, having a good look at the cage.

"So you just wear this all the time, and you can't fuck without the key?"

"That's right," I said. "I can't really get hard in it."

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes, it aches when it happens, but my body is getting used to it."

"How so?"

"When I get turned on now, I don't get hard as much. I just kind of leak."

"Are you saying that you get wet instead of getting hard? Like a woman?"

"I guess so," I answered, blushing.

"That's so cute. So femme."

"Why don't you take off everything but your panties. I don't want him to see you in any boy clothes."

"Him?" I asked.

"Yes. I thought it was pretty clear that I wanted to see you with a man."

"Oh, yes, I guess you did."

I was allowed to pull my panties back up, but all the rest of my clothing had to be removed, even my watch. She put everything in a bag, and set it out of the way.

"I've got an idea," Sydney said. "Follow me."

She led me into her bedroom and sat me on the edge of her bed. She ducked into her bathroom and came back with a little case, from which she pulled out her makeup.

"I want to make you a bit prettier," she explained, and then set to work.

She applied a light coating of foundation, smoothing out my complexion, and then added blush to my cheeks. She applied mascara and eyeliner, and some kind of lipstick treatment that involved multiple coats of a variety of products. When she was done my lips actually felt fuller, as well as a bit sticky. She found a little lace choker which she also buttoned around my neck.

"He's going to love you," she cooed.

"Thank you," I said, which made her giggle.

"You are so very welcome," she answered, not missing a beat. "Now stand up."

I rose to my feet before her.

"I hope you don't mind," she started, while leaking back out into the living room, "but my friend likes a bit of roleplay."

"Oh, I don't mind, I guess," I said. "I don't have a lot of experience with that, though."

"Don't worry, it's nothing too much. He just likes to pretend that I've lured men here, to be with me, but then I offer them to him instead. You'll just have to act a bit surprised, and pretend that you first came here because you're attached to me."

"That isn't going to take much pretending," I said, smiling.

"You're so sweet," she said, then turned me to face away from her. "To sell the reluctance and surprise, I'm just going to use some props. I have a feeling you'll be okay with that too."

I was about to ask her just what kinds of props she had in mind, but then I felt her pull my arms back behind me, and she began to bind my wrists together, showing impressive skill in her handling of rope. I felt her wrap the rope in loops around my wrists and then between them, making the bonds snug and inescapable. She then lowered me down to the floor so that I was kneeling. She bent down behind me and then bound my ankles together. Another length of rope was used to pull my trapped wrists back and secure them to the ankle ropes. She started to circle me, looking down at the scene she was creating with a widening grin.

Now that I was trapped, unable to move, she turned her attention to herself. She wiggled out of her skirt and removed her top and then her bra, tossing them aside, and suddenly she was wearing no more than I was. Her body was incredible. She was thin and well toned, and her breasts were full and round and gravity-defying. I tried to look for evidence of surgical enhancement without staring, but I didn't see any scars.

"You know, if not for that cage, I really might have let you fuck me," she teased. "At least as a bit of foreplay. Your predicament is a unique one, and it's kind of a turn-on in its own right."

I looked up at her, not knowing at all how to respond to that.

"I've been with married men before, but I don't think I've ever been with one who also has another man in charge of him. You know, he told me I could basically do anything with you, as long as I recorded it -- which reminds me..."

Her voice drifted off as turned and found the bag of my clothes. From inside it, she pulled out my phone, fiddled with it a bit, then propped it on a shelf, pointing at the middle of the room, and at me.

There was no knock on the door, just the sound of a key in the lock. My head jerked towards the hall, and I saw a very large man walking heavily into the room. If his surprise at seeing Sydney nearly naked and me tied on the floor was not real, he was an excellent actor.

"Who the fuck is this?" his voice boomed.

"Does his name matter?" Sydney laughed, with a very new tone of wicked glee in her voice. "I got him here wanting me, and now he's yours."

He didn't comment at all on the way Sydney had made up my face. He did look Sydney up and down, but didn't seem that surprised to find her nearly naked. She turned away and went to find a silk robe to wrap herself up in, returning to watch what unfolded.

"So, you liked what you saw, did you?" He barked down at me. "You saw a pretty girl working to make a living and you thought that just because she was friendly with you that you could try to fuck her?"

"Yes, she's very pretty," I stammered, trying to work in what she said about playing a part. "I didn't know she was involved with anyone."