Secrets Ch 40

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I found myself alone in the house rather quickly once again. Dressing after my shower, knowing that Jane had her friend over, I was so nervous and worried about having to get dressed in panties over my cage. The two of them were clearly more than just friends now, and Jane had certainly enjoyed sharing our secrets of late, especially when they were focussed on my humiliations.

Instead of that fear coming to fruition, I said a quick goodbye at the door and watched the two of them slip away. There was a good amount of cleaning and tidying to do, but for the moment I just needed to sit and have a coffee. I sighed out loud as I sank into the softness of an easychair in the living room, feeling some tension leave my body at last. My coffee, in that moment, tasted especially delicious.

I had other responsibilities beyond the immediate, however, so after a couple minutes, I pulled out my phone and I logged into Master's app. Making my report of the night's activities not only made me feel the humiliation of confession, but tormented me by having me relive it all in my mind. Once again I felt those sensations and emotions, and all the confusing and wonderful pleasure that went along with them. God, how they had trussed me up and put me on display, just to show off that I could be made to cum from being ass-fucked along, despite the merciless constraints of the cage.

I didn't get any response from him right away, so I finished my coffee and gathered myself to get to work. I started upstairs, gathering up the sex-stained bedding and starting the laundry. I mused as I worked about how Master seemed to be more of a coach and confessor to me lately, as he seemed to have helped engineer a situation for me where just about everything he was having me do in the past had now been taken over by my wife.

When I'd worried about my secrets in the past, I had been especially fearful about how she might react to the thought of me submitting to and servicing other men -- if that might be a bridge too far for her to accept. Our experience with Alex had seemed to put those worries to rest, or perhaps they were actually just changed, as it showed me that Jane as my Mistress was beyond the kinds of limits I might have imagined for her. Seeing me emasculated so fully in front of a man she was granting with her own body seemed to only encourage her to take things further and deeper.

I'd only been out of the house for a night, but there seemed to be so much cleaning up to do. I was nowhere near done when I heard the front door open again and the sounds of their laughter filled the house.

"David, come here," Jane called.

When I came to meet them, I saw them carrying a worrying number of bags, especially since I recognized the almost blatantly non-descript nature of the bags.

"Wow, you two have been busy," I commented.

"I hope you're not done all your chores yet," Jane said, "because we've got a present for you."

"No no, there's still lots on my list," I answered cautiously.

"Great. I was telling Jenn what an amazing job you've been doing around the house, keeping it up and taking such good care of me. Then we saw this display at the shop, and we thought that nothing could be more perfect than rewarding your efforts with the perfect uniform."

I could see the pure glee on their faces when they started pulling the clothes out of the bags. My eyes widened in a kind of disbelief mixed with horror. There were high heels, fishnet stockings, garters, lacy lingerie, a little black dress with a very short skirt all trimmed out in white lace, along with a decorative apron. There were even white lace gloves and a lace-trimmed choker.

"You're... you're not serious, are you?" I asked, feeling my mouth suddenly very dry.

"Oh, I am absolutely serious," Jane replied, and a bit of the playful joy of her expression evaporated. "I expect you to show my friend Jennifer just how good a maid you are by putting your new uniform on right now."

I could feel heat rising to my cheeks. This was so humiliating, but I was also sensing that it would be embarrassing for Jane if I were to disobey her or deny her desires in front of others. It took concentration to get my body to move but I managed it, and I reached down to gather up the items they had presented to me so that I could carry them upstairs to get changed.

"Where are you going?" Jane asked, as I started to move.

"I was going to get dressed in the bedroom," I answered.

"No need," Jane smiled. "You can get ready right here. We'd like to see, wouldn't we?"

"Oh yes, we would," Jenn answered, barely stifling her laughter.

I felt like I was in a daze, but my hands started to comply, almost on their own. It was mortifying, just to undress there in the middle of our house, feeling off my clothes and showing off to this woman that I was wearing panties under my normal clothes. That drew some comment from her, but she whispered it to Jane, so I didn't get to know the content.

I had to strip completely, in order to put on the matching black lace thong panties and bra, which gave ample opportunity for Jenn to get a good look at my chastity cage as well. Putting on the uniform, piece by piece, allowed me to cover myself, but it only made my humiliating emasculation grow more intense. I was awkward and clumsy getting the stockings on and I struggled to affix the garter belts. The panties were bad, and then putting a bra on made it even worse. The dress at least covered up most of that, but it teased me how well it seemed to fit me. I put on the apron, the choker and the gloves, leaving the heels until last, but eventually I had no choice but to step up onto them as well.

When I was fully in uniform, the two of them just started clapping. I blushed a deep red, which only deepened as they insisted that I turn around slowly, letting them see me from all angles. As was inevitable, they also both took out their phones to take a few photos. Once I had finished a couple turns, their phones went away and the room was filled with momentary silence.

"May I take this off now, please?" I asked.

"Don't be silly," Jane replied immediately. "That is your uniform for taking care of the house. You will wear it all day, as you finish up your chores, and as you make a nice dinner for us tonight."

My heart sank. I didn't know how I was supposed to endure the humiliation of trying to clean and work while dressed like that, never mind doing it all under the gaze and laughter of the two of them. There was nothing to do, however, other than to just do it.

Everything took longer, even just walking around, thanks to the high heels. I had to move so slowly on the stairs, especially while carrying a basket of laundry, just to keep myself from toppling over. My list of things to do to get the house in order seemed so long, knowing that every part of it was now more time-consuming. The two of them filled the day with conversation, relaxation and television, though they made a point of pausing every time my tasks brought me near them to make it clear that they enjoyed the sight of me working away in my condition. One of them would ask for a drink and watch as I fetched it, only for the other to wait until I was back to ask for the same thing.

There were no breaks to be had as, given my slow pace, by the time the house was clean and ready for another week, it was time for me to start preparing dinner. It was obvious that Jenn was staying, so I put some extra effort into making something special. That meant more work and more time on my feet, which were really starting to ache in the high heels, but if I could please Jane, make her proud of me, then all of what I endured would be more than worth it. I imagined that if Master could see me like this, for her, for the both of them, then he too would have been quite assuredly pleased and aroused and how completely my life had been changed.

There were moments when I almost felt like I'd accepted it, or that it wasn't so bad, but then one of them would come nearby, either to get something from the kitchen or just to have a look, and their little bemused grin would send me spiralling again. Dressed like some porn-movie French maid, with my cock locked away and removed from my control, with my wife flaunting her lovers in front of me while I was given all of the domestic chores, it seemed like every bit of my so-called manhood had been stripped away from me.

As cooking progressed, I started setting the table, my high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I ferried plates and cutlery into the dining room. Perhaps hearing the noise, Jane came over to check on me.

"Oh good, you're setting three places," she smiled.

I looked at her, a bit confused, but before I could ask her about her comment, the doorbell chimed.

"I'll answer that," Jane said as the colour drained out of my face. "I don't think we're quite ready for you to be answering the door in uniform quite yet."

I wanted to follow her, to find out who could be at the door, but I also wanted to run and hide. All I seemed to be able to do, however, was to stand there frozen in place. I tried to keep myself busy, but there was nothing left to do. Dinner was ready and the table was set. I could hear the noises of conversation from the front hall and, to my increasing horror, it became obvious that whoever it was had been invited in. The door closed behind them. I stayed out of sight, even as I heard their voices growing louder as their conversation moved into the living room. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I couldn't leave the house dressed as I was, and I couldn't even get to the stairs without walking past them. I could try to hide in the basement, but that seemed futile and pathetic. It was hopeless.

"David, come in here, please," Jane called out. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

It was over for me. My thoughts were just a screaming buzz in my head as I felt my feet start to move, placing one heel in front of the other, as I made my way towards the living room. When I arrived, all eyes were on me.

Jane was seated in an easychair, and Jennifer was seated on one end of the sofa. Beside her, also seated, was a man. He was generally handsome, around our age, dressed in black jeans and a white button-down oxford shirt. He rose to greet me as I entered the room.

"Strangely, I don't believe you two have ever met before," Jane said. "I'd like you to meet Ken, Jennifer's husband. Ken, believe it or not, this is my husband David."

It was hard to look him in the eyes. When I did, I realized that it was true that we'd never really met. I think there had been a time or two when I'd seen him in a car picking up Jennifer, or perhaps across a bar, but we'd never spoken.

"Hello, David," he said, with a kind of velvet in his voice.

It was Master's voice. There was a bit of softness to it, and he was speaking in something less than the commanding, dominant tone he used when speaking to me on the phone, but it was unmistakable. I thought that I would faint. I knew that everyone was looking at me, staring, waiting to see how my delightful humiliation might play out to their amusement, but my vision seemed to tunnel in and focus slowly on his face. There was a tiny smile, just the subtlest upturn to the corner of his lips, letting me know he could see my recognition.

Time seemed to stop at that moment and just hold there, so that I could be tortured by the fear of what his presence in my house might mean. Eventually, the silence itself felt like it was more curious than anything I might say or do in reaction, so I forced words from my mouth.

"Hello," I managed.

"As you can perhaps guess, David has taken over our household domestic tasks," Jane said. "He's responsible for having kept the house so neat and tidy, as well as for that delicious smell of our dinner being prepared."

"I can't wait. If dinner is at the same standard as his housekeeping, I'm sure we're in for a treat," he replied.

I stood there, frozen, almost hoping that what was happening wasn't real. It was all so bizarre, to be standing in front of my wife and her friend and new lover, whose husband just so happened to be the nameless man I'd been willingly controlled by.

"Speaking of dinner," Jane said after a silent beat, "why don't you get us set up. I'm famished."

That was my cue and permission to retreat, which I did gladly. Alone in the kitchen, I could feel my heart pounding. I tried to make sense of it all, wondering if he'd known who I was all along, and if Jennifer knew everything about me that he did. My mind raced while I finished setting the table and putting the meal on trays to set up on the table as well. I came up with a lot of questions, but no answers.

Now I at least knew what Jane had meant about me setting three places. The table was set for the three of them and I, dressed and acting as the help, was not invited. It was just one more detail of my humiliation, added on to all that caused by the image I saw of myself in every reflective surface.

Once everything was read, I forced myself to walk back to the living room and announce that dinner was served. I stood there, looking and feeling so exposed and silly, put into this sissy maid's uniform, unsteady on high heels, with the dress so short as to barely cover my panties and my caged cock within them. The tops of the stockings, stretched to the garter belts, were visible, as was an inch or two of bare skin above them.

It was some relief that the three of them treated me just as if I was the help. They commented on the table setting and on the appearance of the meal as they found their seats, but addressed none of their comments towards me. Jane signalled me to fill up their wine glasses with a little wave, but none of them said a word to me as I circled the table and poured the wine.

"You can wait in the kitchen," Jane finally instructed me in a half whisper. "I'm sure there's something in there for you to make a plate with, but be ready in case we need more wine."

Once again, I slipped away to catch my breath. My appetite had disappeared, so I just perched on a stool to give my feet a short break. I could hear everything they said, as Jane knew full well, as I had to be ready to return should she or any one of them want their glass refilled.

There was a bit of small talk, but quite soon their conversation became quite frank. Jennifer and her husband, who it seemed strange to think of as just "Ken," seemed to have an open marriage, as his reaction to hearing that our wives had been intimate with each other was congratulations. Hearing the three of them talk as I lurked around the corner in drag was how I heard what was shared about their night of passion, and the sx toys that had been used to facilitate it. I couldn't quite stop myself from picturing it, which only made me caged cock throb and leak.

Jane started to speak about me with a similar openness. She talked to them about seemingly everything, including my offer of on-demand oral sex, Jane's decision to limit my sex life after that, leading to her addition of the chastity device. She told them about men and work she'd be having sex with. She knew I was listening, so I knew it was for me as well when she talked about the wonderful and thrilling sex she'd been having with more than one of her colleagues.

They ate and amused themselves with all these revelations while I squirmed and ached in my humiliating costume and even more humiliating predicament. Even though I knew that Master knew it all, I was still silently begging for her to stop. It felt so powerful, hearing it all out loud, from my wife's lips. If she would tell these friends while I was here, I wondered who else she would tell.

She didn't stop, of course, and the sound of joy in her voice only increased. She loved the way they reacted, cheering her on, so proud of her for taking command of her sex life and mine. They oohed and ahhed as she laid out how she teased me, hijacking my lunch at work, setting up her piece de resistance of a hotel room date with Alex, where she had not only satisfied her own carnal desires, but made me a part of it too.

If there was one reason why I might have wanted to be in the room with them, it would have been to see Master's expression. I wondered if he was being able to keep a straight face as he heard these stories, pretending it was all new to him. He might have just loved it, hearing it all from my wife's perspective, and seeing those parts of her tale that made her face light up.

When I was eventually called upon to pour more wine, I felt so exposed. Not only because of the shortness of my dress, but because every bit of the control that my wife had over me was being openly aired and displayed. The truth that Ken knew it all already was irrelevant when it came to how it made me feel. I was a man, in my own home, who had every bit of manhood and choice taken from me, and yet somehow I was still as thrilled as I was humiliated.

They were mostly silent as I moved around the table, glass by glass, and it wasn't until I was done and about to once again hide in the kitchen that I was addressed directly.

"When you sucked that man's cock, from your work, did you like it?" Jenn asked frankly.

It stopped me in my tracks and I felt the heat of all of their eyes on me. I searched out Jane's expression and saw a soft, encouraging and knowing smile.

"I... I did," I confessed.

It was true, for so many confusing and overlapping reasons. I had loved knowing that it would please and arouse her at that moment. I had known that it would amuse Master, when he would hear of it in my eventual report. I had loved the pure, visceral physical sensation of feeling Alex get hard in my mouth, turned on by me and what I was doing for him. Feeling him explode my mouth full of cum had been a high nearing the levels of my own orgasms.

"My husband is here," she continued, locking her eyes onto mine. "Do you think that you would enjoy sucking his cock too?"

I was a man in a full sissy French maid's uniform, with my cock locked in a chastity cage with the key visible on the chain around my wife's neck. I stood helplessly subservient before my wife, her best friend and lover, and the man who was secretly my Master. How many possible answers were there?

"Yes, I think I would," I said, and even though we all knew I would say it, hearing the words spoken aloud made me blush.

"Then why don't you ask your wife if you may, and then ask Ken if he'd like that too?"

I took a deep, slow breath. I turned to face Jane.

"May I please suck his cock?" I asked.

"Assuming that Ken also agrees, you certainly may," Jane answered, barely able to contain her laughter, "with the only condition being that you do it down here, where Jenn and I can watch."

I turned slowly towards Ken. It was terrifying to face him, as he knew this part of me perhaps better than anyone. Besides that, I realized that since the very start, I'd been imagining this moment -- about what it might be like if I ever actually got to stand or kneel before this mysterious and anonymous Master who had pushed me farther than anyone else ever had. He knew it too. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. Perhaps he too had been waiting for this moment, though only he had known how close he'd apparently been the whole time.

"May I please suck your cock?" I asked, softly and earnestly.

"Ask me again," he said. "But call me 'Master' when you do."

"May I please suck your cock, Master?" I asked.

"Do you promise to do a good job of it?"

"I do, Master."

"Do you promise to suck down every drop of cum?"

"I will, Master."

He pushed his chair back from the dining table and pivoted on it, turning himself and the chair to the right, facing me directly.