Secrets Ch 41

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As I came down from the sexual high of having made Ken cum with my mouth, reality refilled my thoughts. My wife had just watched me suck cock, again. She didn't know that the man she thought of only as her friend's husband was also the man who'd been owning my life online for weeks. For this man, I had filled my ass with toys, dressed up in sissy outfits, performed sexual acts for audiences online and in person, and had sexually serviced other men.

I couldn't blame a thing on him, as I had searched him out, or men like him, online for years. Blame wasn't exactly a word that came to mind anyways, as how could you blame someone for essentially facilitating your most wild and exciting dreams coming true? I hadn't expected or anticipated every choice or consequence, but I wouldn't have wanted to. Not being in control was part of the point.

But now the walls between my split lives were crumbling. He'd even had me call him "Master" in front of my wife, and his. I looked up at him after swallowing down the last drops of his load, licking his cock clean, and then my own lips. He smiled and gave me a soft pat on the head.

When I finally worked up the nerve to turn to face Jane, I saw that while they had pulled their chairs over to watch, they were now finishing up some whispered conversation. Without looking over at me, Jane stood and led Jenn away by the hand. I heard them climb the stairs and leave me alone with Ken.

He spoke softly, but louder than a whisper.

"Well fucktoy, you finally got to suck your Master's cock. How does that feel?"

"It... it was amazing, Master," I answered. "Thank you, Master."

"You are welcome," he answered. "You did just as well as I knew you would. Your mouth pleased me, as does your obedience."

"Thank you, Master."

"I believe that our wives enjoyed your performance as well. Perhaps they were so turned on by watching you swallow my load that they just couldn't keep their hands off each other. Who knows, perhaps she will let you lick her clean afterwards."

"Maybe, Master," I answered meekly.

He pushed back slightly in his chair, then stood and tucked his cock away and pulled his pants back up. He buckled his belt, then reached out a hand to help me to my feet. Still in heels, I was thankful for the assistance.

"I'd like you to get me a beer, then I'd like you to find one of your butt plugs and fill your slutty ass with it, and then we can talk some more," he said.

"Yes, Master," I answered, then started moving.

I fetched him his cold beer, served it to him in a glass, then made my way downstairs to my hidden stash of toys as quickly as I could, feeling very self-conscious of how loud my heels were on the stairs. Given the shortness of my dress, I needed only to lean forwards and push my panties aside to be able to press the lightly lubricated plug inside me. Its full presence inside me made me feel somehow even more of a sissy slut. I felt it inside me with every step back up the stairs.

I found him relaxing in the living room, making himself comfortable in one of my favourite chairs. I paused for a moment, wondering where I should sit, but he answered the unspoken question by pointing to a spot on the floor near his feet. As I knelt down, I wondered what Jane would think if she came back and found me like this, but I supposed that she had already seen other things much harder to explain.

"Do you have any questions for me, my little cocksucking sissy plaything?" he asked.

There were too many questions running through my mind to easily find a place to start.

"Did you always know who I was, Master?" I finally asked.

"Always? No. Not always. I could not have guessed just how close you were when I first saw your desperately submissive posts online, but when you first showed me a photo of your face, I did recognize you from photos that Jenn had shown me of you with your wife, out at some event or another. I decided that it was fate, and that I would take advantage of this gift the universe was giving me."

"I guess the more I told you, the more it confirmed what you already knew."

"Oh yes, I will admit it was quite pleasurable and amusing to guide you into sharing more and more, knowing that I would be able to know immediately if you were lying. When I realized you told me the truth every time, I knew for sure that you were mine."

"Does your wife know?"

"She knows enough," he answered with a smile. "She and I have sex lives that are open, but not necessarily secret. I don't bother her with the fine detail of all the shameful and depraved things that you have done under my stewardship, but if you'd like to know if your wife's latest sexual conquest knows that her friend's husband is a kinky, submissive little sissy cocksucker, the answer is yes."

I didn't know how to react to this information. Having strangers know about this part of me felt dangerous in a sexy way, but having all these people in my "real" life circle in the know felt life-changing.

"What... what are you going to do now?" I asked. "Are you going to tell her?"

"Do you mean to ask me if I'm going to tell your lovely wife that her husband likes to suck cock? I think she knows that now. Am I going to tell her that you get off on having her decide if and when your cock gets to be unlocked and used? I think she knows that too? She can see that you get off submitting to her and serving her, domestically and sexually. Did you even complain when she put you in panties, or dressed you up like a French maid for company to see? Do you think she doesn't know that you get turned on by the humiliation of knowing and even seeing her fuck other men, and now women too?"

"I suppose she does," I answered softly.

"But perhaps you're worried that I'll tell her how you offered yourself to me, even before her own sexual awakening? Or perhaps about how you've been putting on your own online sex shows for men to jerk off to, or sucking cock in private clubs?"

"Oh god, Master, please don't tell her."

"You can rest assured that I have no interest at all in hurting your wife, in any way. That includes sharing secrets that could only hurt her. It is far more rewarding to find ways to lead her to knowing that these are the kinds of things that a dirty little fucktoy like you enjoys and even needs. I trust you can see that she's come to truly get off playing with you, teasing you, and even humiliating you in front of friends and coworkers. She has cuckolded you, and even shown your emasculation off to the men she's invited into her bed. I don't think you have any idea how many people she's told about you being locked in chastity."

"I guess I don't, Master."

"I want you to let her know that the way she treats you turns you on. Someday soon, when you talk about tonight, and about how the two of them watched as you sucked my cock, I want you to be so honest and open about how it makes you feel so amazing and fulfilled to be a slut and plaything like this. I want you to make her understand how much it turns on a submissive slut like you to be sissified and dressed up for her and for whomever she might want to expose you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I understand, Master."

"You must start to wonder if there is anything kinky or slutty or depraved enough that she wouldn't enjoy watching you do it, in order to amuse her," he smiled.

"Do you think so, Master?"

"Look at you now. Could you ever have imagined that she would see you like this and react with arousal?"

"No Master, I suppose not. I was always afraid that these things would leave her disgusted."

"In a perverse way, your history of keeping these secrets has worked out in your favour. They've been between you, poisoning and choking off your sex life with your wife. She's been aware of that distance all along, and now that she's experiencing what fulfilling sex can be like, she gets to express her frustration over the past by punishing you, emasculating you and cuckolding you. What sweet irony it is that you happen to love that too."

"You think that's true, Master?"

"Yes, fucktoy, I do. It's obvious. Look at yourself. Look how you're dressed, and what you've done, even just today. I'll bet you're starting to forget the last time you had your cock inside your wife, or even the last time you were allowed to stroke it. I imagine I gave you a choice between getting yourself unlocked or having me fuck your ass to sissygasm while still caged, you'd choose getting fucked, wouldn't you?"

I knelt there and forced myself to think about it. I ached in the cage, feeling my frustrated arousal cause me to test its containment, and I was leaking too. It would feel so good to be free, even just for a while. I could stroke myself and maybe even cum. The truth was, however, that my arousal was coming from my predicament and the truth of Master's words. If I were to jerk off right now, I'd be doing so while fantasizing about being a humiliated sissy maid, or remembering the taste of his cock, or knowing how my prostate orgasms had been more intense than any I'd ever gotten from "normal" sex.

"Yes Master," I had to confess. "I'd choose to be fucked, Master."

"I know, fuckdoll. It's good that you're coming to realize it too," he said, in an almost kind and comforting tone. "So when your wife returns, I'd like you to ask for it."

"What?" I gasped.

"You heard me. You will ask your wife if you can be fucked to a anal orgasm. You can ask her to fuck you with her new strap-ons, or you can ask her if she'd like to see me fuck you. I'll leave that choice up to you this time, but I think you know that I'll be pleased if you are more daring."

"Yes, Master," I moaned.

"For now, I think I need another beer. Why don't you be a good slut and fetch it for me? Don't bother with the glass this time. The bottle is fine."

"Yes, Master," I said, and moved to stand.

"No," he stopped me. "I think you should crawl to the kitchen on all fours. I want to see that plug in your ass wiggle."

"Yes, Master," I blushed.

I leaned forward and knelt on all fours, then started to crawl away. With the shortness of my dress, I was quite sure that he was getting to see all that he desired. I needed to stand once in the kitchen, to reach into the fridge, which was relief as the tile was murder on my knees.

I carried the beer back to him, happy to be allowed to walk, even if it was on high heels.

"It's cute and amusing to see you with your ass plugged in your own house for me, but I don't want you to have to explain its presence, should your wife succumb to your request to fuck your ass. You may go downstairs and remove it and hide it away once more," he said after his first long sip.

"Thank you, Master," I answered.

"At the very least, it is a nice reminder that now that you and your body are even more available for my amusement, now that our social circles are intersecting."

"Yes, Master," I blushed, feeling that point was very true.

And so once again I slipped away down the stairs so that I could tug the tormenting plug from my ass and hide it away. Even having worn it for such a short time, I felt stretched and used by it. The feeling of being so helplessly controlled by just about everyone around me was getting deeper and stronger and, just as Master had suggested, I was overwhelmed by the lust and arousal it brought to bright intensity within me. Nothing I'd ever done before this had made me feel so alive. I was nervous and afraid to head back upstairs and face what might be next, but at the same time I couldn't wait.

I was barely back upstairs when I heard Jane's voice calling out to me. She had not yet come down, so I walked over to the foot of the stairs to respond.

"Come on up here. I want to show you something," she said from out of sight. "Tell Ken he can come too."

He had already overheard, and was already standing right behind me.

"Don't forget what you need to ask her," he whispered to me as he climbed the stairs behind me.

I had not been able to think of anything else, of course, and those thoughts became only more focussed and confused once I reached the top of the stairs and followed the sound of hushed voices to our bedroom. Both Jane and Jenn were standing, facing the door, with wide smiles plastered across their faces. Both of them had stripped down to their bra and panties, and both of them were wearing strap-on harnesses fitted with frighteningly large dildos jutting out from them.

"Come on in," Jane said.

Interlude

After her announcement, Jennifer had realized that what she wanted, or even needed to say, would require some privacy, so she led Jane away. Jane led her upstairs, into her bedroom, and shut the door behind them.

"What is it?" Jane asked. "What secret do you have to tell me?"

"Well, it's not exactly like one simple secret, or maybe it is, but basically there's something that I don't want to keep from you any longer."

"You can tell me anything," Jane reassured her.

"Okay, thanks. I know I can," Jenn replied, taking a deep breath. "You know that when we first talked about you wanting to think about being with other men, up at the cottage? I wanted to be encouraging, but I didn't want to push you into anything you weren't ready for or wanting to do."

"You didn't. Don't worry about that."

"That weekend wasn't the first time that I was aware about trouble that you and David might have been having. I'd picked up things when we'd talked before, over months and maybe even longer. Little things, but I noticed the way you spoke about him, or about physical things, sometimes just in jokes, but I kind of guessed that things were quiet in your bedroom."

"Wow, I didn't know that," Jane replied. "I didn't know it was that obvious, but I'm still not upset that you knew. Even if it was so evident, you were the only one to come talk to me about it."

"I just want to be sure that after all this, after today and last night, and after the stuff you've told me about, with the men at your work, and now at David's, that you're happy with what you've done."

"Are you kidding me? I'm ecstatic! I can't believe that I waited this long to have these kinds of adventures and have this kind of sex! I've never felt things like this before."

"I'm so glad to hear that," Jenn said, breathing out slowly, "since I think I helped."

"You did. You reassured me that I wasn't crazy when we talked."

"It's more than that. I sent the email."

"What email?"

"Relationship Coaching for Modern Couples. How to get the sex life you deserve."

"Oh my god! Really?" Jane gasped, Suddenly she was trying to remember everything she'd shared in her frank and frustrated responses. "Wow... you're not kidding. Those emails really made me take a hard look at things. How... how did you know?"

"I could just see it in your eyes. I could see how I used to be -- how both Ken and I used to be."

"Does Ken know too?"

"Yes, he helped me with the emails. He gave some great insight into things from the male perspective."

"So he read my replies?"

"No, those were just for me. I gave him a kind of summary, so he could know how things were going, but something about your words felt too personal to share directly."

"I'm still in shock, I guess. I'm trying to remember if I told you as my Counsellor anything that I didn't tell you as you!"

"You were very frank and amazing both ways. I... we really did think we were doing something good for you. Giving you this encouragement. I hope you're not too upset with me for keeping this secret."

"I'm feeling a lot of things, but none of them is upset. Oh my god, I can't describe what a favour you've done for me. Looking at things now, I can't even imagine just going on like we were before. You've somehow found the way to unlock things for both of us, I think," Jane gushed, and then started to giggle.

"What is it?" Jenn asked, relieved and amused.

"I was just thinking that the two of you have not only freed me from my old limits and helped me get truly and wonderfully laid so much recently, but you've also been partially responsible for David's predicament down there. If it wasn't for your guidance, I don't think I'd have denied him my pussy, or locked that cage on him, or dressed him up like that."

"Don't sell yourself short, Jane. I think we helped by giving you a nudge, but you're the one who came up with the wonderfully wicked and sexy details for just about all that stuff. When you shared what you did with him and Alex in that hotel room I wanted to scream out loud with joy."

"That was really fun," Jane giggled. "I kind of even surprised myself with that."

"And you fucked me too. That surprised me a bit," Jane said.

"It's so fun to see this side of you," Jenn said. "You've seemed so happy and alive, with a gleam in your eyes."

"What can I say? You unleashed a sex-crazed animal, and now you have to live with the consequences."

"I hope so," Jenn smiled.

"Oh you do. I had no idea it would be so hot to see David blowing Ken like that. I mean, I kind of made him do it with Alex, but he was really getting into it down there."

"I know!" Jenn agreed. "Maybe it helps that he's been locked in that cage for so long now."

"I'm sure that's part of it. He's always had this kinky side, though. In the past, it was one of the things between us. I couldn't get into it, and any time he tried to hint at things he liked that were submissive or perverted like that, it just gave me an ick. I think that's part of how your emails helped so much. It just turned it around and let me focus on what I wanted. I'm not sure the details of what I'm getting him to do for me are exactly what he'd choose, but I guess just having me being in charge works for him. It just so happens that I also ended up getting off by getting to play with him. I mean, I still love him, but I also fucking love the feeling of humiliating him like this. The look on his face when when he had to watch Alex fuck me -- I just about came just from that alone."

"I can imagine," Jenn said.

"You can imagine, or you've done it too?"

"It's not the same between Ken and I. I think it is amazing between you and David, because I'm guessing he's always been submissive, and you're just finding your own way to be Dominant. Ken and I are both Tops, but we give each other the freedom to explore that."

"Have you ever done something like this before? I think you two are both exploring that freedom with David and me."

"No, not like this. Not both of us playing with a couple before."

"I never thought to ask before now, but when you told me that Ken had his own sexual partners outside, I assumed they were women. He really seemed to enjoy having David go down on him though. Is he bi?"

"I guess that's a fair way to put it," Jenn smiled. "Yes, his partners are both men and women, but I think it is the control and dominance that does it for him more than the specific gender. I think the way he tops is different with men than it is with women, but that's more about knowing what pushes the right buttons. Men our age always seem to have just enough gay panic to make it really hot to have them get down on their knees and suck a cock."

"I know!" Jane exclaimed. "What is it about that? His eyes always kind of dart around just before, as if someone might be watching!"

"Which only makes you realize that it would only be hotter if someone else was watching," Jenn laughed.

"God yes. I was so fucking wet, watching them, and knowing you were watching them right beside me," Jane said. "I guess that's not a bad trade for Ken: I get to fuck you, and he gets his cock sucked by my husband."

"Oh, I would agree," Jenn said, "but don't let yourself think that this means he doesn't also find you incredibly sexy."

"Really?"

"Really, and of course. Look at you -- you're gorgeous. Seeing you claim your power like this only makes you hotter. And him being who he is, knowing that you're taking charge and turning your husband into your submissive plaything only turns him on more."