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With no clock in sight from where I'd been bound, there was no way for me to keep track of time. The two of them certainly seemed to take their time in the bedroom, and I heard what sounded like multiple orgasms from both of them. I tested my restraints now and again, but they were strong and secure, making it clear that I wasn't going anywhere until someone else freed me. All I could do was listen and wait and feel the fuck-machine powered dildo continued to violate me. To my shame, I realized it was making me leak again, causing me to drip and ooze inside my cage.
I hadn't been aware that I'd fallen asleep until I realized that Sydney was waking me, slapping at my face gently. I stirred and felt the ache in my shoulders remind me of my predicament. Tyler was there too, pulling the dildo from inside me and packing up the machine. It was still dark outside and everything felt like that quiet time in the middle of the night when the whole world seemed to be asleep. I felt weak and, as my wrist restraints were freed from the rings in the door frame, I nearly collapsed into Tyler's ready arms.
He helped to steady me and, once he'd also freed my ankles, lowered me to the floor where he allowed me a moment to rest. The rest wasn't long, however, as I realized that while they had taken a moment to free me, they still wanted to return to bed. Sydney offered me a small drink of water and then Tyler urged me to follow him, instructing me to crawl behind him.
I was surprised to find that I was being led to their bedroom, but then even more taken aback to find that the kind of metal cage you'd keep a large dog in had been set up at the foot of their bed. I was instructed to crawl inside it, and he locked the cage behind me once I was in. Thankfully, the bottom of the cage had an inch or two of padding. The room was only dimly lit, but I was left in darkness as a blanket was tossed over the cage. Despite the humiliation and the lack of clothing and the cramped quarters, I passed out in moments, exhausted.
When I woke, I felt the soreness of my body, though I couldn't move enough to tell if it was from sleeping curled up in the cage, or from being spread in that door frame for hours. The blanket over the cage was at least keeping my body's warmth in, so it was not too cold. I couldn't hear anything around me, so I just lay there and waited and remembered.
I felt like I was really losing control of what was happening to me. There had been a time when I had felt in control of my kinks and their expression. I wanted them or needed them more than I might like at times, but I'd been able to choose the times and situations where I explored them. I had gotten to choose when I went online, or when I played with secret toys. That feeling of being in charge felt like it had left me completely. I could look back and feel how this descent had begun with Master. He had seemed to know me and my mind so well, right from the start. The connection I had felt with him made me feel so seen, so that sharing the details of my life comforted me, even as he so clearly began to use that knowledge to deepen his grip on my submissive soul.
I'd shared details about myself, about my wife and my work. The choice to share first names seemed so innocuous, but I could see now that had invited him in even deeper. It had become so natural to share more and more with him. Eventually he knew everything and he controlled everything. It hadn't been blackmail, and I'd never quite felt afraid that he would expose all he knew, but having him know everything cemented his seeming ownership of my mind. What a strange path it had been to lead me to being locked into chastity by my wife and yet still finding myself caged as the sexual plaything of others -- virtual strangers -- while she entertained at our home.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of motion above me and then light, as the blanket was pulled off of the cage.
"You awake, honey?" Sydney whispered.
"Yes, I am," I answered, matching the softness of her voice.
I heard her move as her body shifted from the bedsheets, and she tiptoed around the foot of the bed to unlock the gate of my overnight prison. I crawled out and stood, stretching out and taking in my surroundings. The little bit of light peeking in around the curtains revealed a smiling Sydney wrapping a silk robe around herself which did very little to cover her curves and only seemed to accentuate the stiffness of her nipples. Tyler was still asleep, sprawled out on the bed. He was naked, though the crumpled bed sheet was currently still covering his obviously stiff cock. Sydney noticed me looking.
"I know, he's always so hard in the mornings, no matter how much we've fucked the night before," she said. "One of his favourite things is to be woken up with a blow job. I've taken all the cock I need for the moment, so today that's your job."
I looked over at her, my eyes wide, but her crooked smile made it clear she wasn't kidding. I started to move towards him, slowly and as quietly as I could. I was so nervous, getting onto the bed, afraid of waking him, but even as the bed shifted as I knelt upon it, his heavy breathing continued without interruption. Sydney crawled up on the bed too, on the other side of Tyler, and as I got close, she tugged at the sheet, exposing his cock to the open air.
"It's impressive up close, isn't it?" she whispered. "Go ahead."
I took a deep breath. This was a lot in the cold light of morning, and not just because of his size. The closer my lips got to him, however, the more I could feel Sydney's excitement watching me, along with the inner warmth of knowing I was sinking even deeper into my new, out of control life of sexual submission.
He was so erect, jutting straight up in the air, that I didn't need to wrap my fingers around him to hold him. I just lowered my mouth and felt my lips land on the glistening, purple head, shivering inside as they made contact. I moved slowly and with a light touch, feeling him between my lips and entering my mouth as my head lowered. I moved my right hand and started to stroke him as well, not to guide him but to increase the buildup of sensations.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sydney watching closely and from the whisper-quiet sounds she was making, it seemed like she enjoyed the show. I found myself working to please them both. I stroked and licked and sucked on Tyler's cock with a slow, steady progression of intensity. Somehow he got just a bit harder and a bit thicker as I did so, providing me that mentally-rewarding feedback that I realized that I craved. Even Tyler was starting to react in his sleep. He started to softly moan and his legs were twitching. I wondered what his dreams were making of all this.
I could tell he was getting close. Sydney seemed to be also, as at some point she had stopped just watching and was stroking and caressing herself. The robe was wide open as she pawed at her own breasts, tweaked and pinched her nipples and slid three fingers rapidly up and down over her wet pussy. Tyler's precum was flowing now and the taste of it was filling up my mouth. I gave up worrying about waking him and focused on earning his orgasm. I could feel myself aching in my cage and leaking, realizing I was hungry for the taste of his warm, gooey cum in my mouth.
Suddenly, Sydney pulled my head up and off of him. I looked at her, confused, only to see her focused solely on him as she straddled and then mounted him. She lowered herself on his raging cock, still gleaming with my saliva, and started to ride him. I lay there to the side, cast off and forced to watch. It took only moments before they were both screaming aloud with the intensity of their shared orgasm. Her breasts bounced wildly, even with both of their hands groping at them.
It was hot to watch them both cum together, Tyler barely awake and Sydney overtaken with animal need, but I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment I felt. I had been so close, just moments away from feeling him erupt in my mouth. I could almost taste that rush of his seed, hitting the back of my throat and sliding over my tongue. I had wanted it, and it had been taken from me at the last moment, leaving me with only hunger and ache.
"Holy fuck," gasped Tyler, once his orgasm was spent.
Sydney, still straddling him with his cock still inside her, beamed.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," she purred. "I thought for a moment you'd fucked the lust out of me for at least a little while, but I still coudn't resist a cock like yours."
"Damn -- I need water and then coffee, but I don't want to move," he said.
"Good thing we've got the help," Sydney giggled, then turned to me. "Go get us both coffee and water, will you, babe?"
"Of course," I answered, and slid off the bed in search of the kitchen.
They had a single-serve coffee maker, so it was easy enough to make two mugs of coffee and fill two glasses with water. I found a small tray to use to carry them back to the bedroom. By the time I returned, however, Sydney was slipping into the shower to refresh herself. I placed Tyler's beverages on his bedside table, trying to keep my eyes up to his, as he was still naked.
"I may have been half asleep," he said, "but I can still tell the difference between someone's mouth and Sydney's cunt. I also know her style well enough by now to know that it wasn't her who gave me my wakeup this morning, was it?"
"No, it wasn't," I admitted.
"And was that her idea, or yours?" he asked.
