Secrets Ch 42

42

With all that was going on around me, and in my mind, somehow I was able to focus almost exclusively on the feeling of my Master's cock inside me, deep and thick and hard and pumping madly. Somehow, it was really happening. In my own bedroom, with my wife present, this man who had lived for so long as an online dream and then just as a presence on the other end of emails and calls was right here, pounding his erection into me while my caged, leaking excuse for a cock was flopping back and forth.

The sensations inside me were building and growing into an intense pressure that I was now starting to recognize as the new reality of my physical arousal. There was an ache, but it was such a sweet one. He was using me so thoroughly, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, inside and out. I felt the little things as well, like the way the stockings felt on my legs, or the way the dress hugged me, and how it was all such an overwhelming emasculation, but all of that only made the experience more powerful. This man, my Master, was fucking me in my own marriage bed. My wife, more than just aware, was an active participant in this debauchery, plowing a woman full of her dildo right here on the same bed.

With helpless surrender to my submission and sensations, I felt my orgasm hit me hard. Cum oozed from me, but the pulsations and spasms inside me were far more intense that could have been shown by that evidence. Moans and grunts and gasps of sex were all around me, and then I felt him release as well.

His cock spasmed inside and his strokes turned to pumping thrusts. I felt his seed spurt and explode within me, painting my insides and filling me up. He rocked me forward with each of his last thrusts, then slowly slid from me. As the high of my orgasm slowly receded, I felt stretched and open and exposed. Reality or something like it started to return to my awareness.

Jennifer, having apparently been fucked to her own orgasm, was getting up off the bed, testing her legs out. I wondered if she knew all about me, and that her husband owned me.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible," Jenn moaned.

She looked frazzled and her flesh glowed. I couldn't see her well from where I was, still kneeling and bent over, but I could not escape noticing that she sas still wearing her harness and the imposingly-sized dildo swaying in front of her.

"I hope that orgasm didn't make you forget the deal," Ken teased.

"Not at all," Jenn replied. "Can I go next? I want to fuck out this tension."

"You go right ahead," Jane answered. "I need a minute to rest. Fucking is hard work."

Jane laughed and I saw her move into place behind me. Once again I was filled with the realization that this too was really happening. Ken's cock had stretched me somewhat, as had the plug before that, but the dildo that Jennifer wore was another step larger still. She was perhaps amused by idea of fucking me messily, as she gave the dildo a very generous coating of lube, but even so, it was a monster to take in.

I moaned as she pushed forward, thankful for her slow pace. I could tell that she was feeling the pressure of it against her as she worked it in with her hips. She seemed to truly enjoy that pressure, and I imagined that her own body had been brought to heightened sensitivity by her recent orgasm. I couldn't tell if grinding the toy into me brought her to that crest again, but the sounds she made, along with her enthusiasm, certainly made it feel possible.

I too was moaning. The ache was only building inside me. It was far too soon for me to be able to cum again from this kind of use, but the way it made me feel was overwhelming. I could feel the immense toy driven into me, over and over, inhuman in its size and ceaseless stiffness. My body was being used just for the bit of sensation she could achieve from the pressure of it against her body, and for the way it pleased and amused them all to see me this way.

Her use of me just lasted and lasted, while Jane and Master seemed satisfied to just watch. Her moans did intensify and change, however, and she started to push harder and deeper towards the end. I think that she honestly did find a way to bring herself off, just be using me.

When she moved away, the dildo slid out of me with a wet slurp, leaving me feeling even more stretched and gaping wide. Even just having had to kneel there, I felt exhausted. I was panting.

"Just one more to go," Master said, with his enjoyment obvious in his tone.

"Is there any of him left?" Jane asked, teasingly.

"If you don't find him tight enough, you can always just get a bigger dildo," Jenn commented.

"When I put this one on, I don't think I ever imagined anyone actually taking it inside," Jane laughed.

"Well now you can find out," Master prodded her.

I kept my face down, afraid of what my facial expressions might give up. It felt like I was an object to be used in that setting anyways -- I wasn't on the same footing or level of humanity as the others, not anymore.

Jane decided, before she took her turn with me, that I should be repositioned. She told me to roll over on my back and to spread and lift my legs. Suddenly I had to face them again, and while displayed so obscenely. Master helped her push a pillow under my ass and pull my ass to the edge of the bed. She looked me right in the eyes as she brought the rounded head of her strap-on dildo to my stretched, used ass.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked. "You wanted Ken to fuck you full of cum, and then you wanted us to fuck that load even deeper into you?"

I laid there staring up at her dumbly until it became clear she wanted me to answer.

"Yes, it is," I answered.

"I noticed that Ken asked you to call him 'Master' and I think that is a terrific idea," she said with fire in her eyes. I think you should start calling me 'Mistress' too."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling the impact of saying those words out loud to her.

I felt like I'd been aching to say them for so long, and now I finally could.

"What would you like to be called, Jenn?" Jane asked, turning to the side.

"I'm not sure," she said. "If Master and Mistress are already taken, then maybe I'll try 'Goddess.' That sounds pretty good."

"You are a goddess, so that works," Jane answered, then turned back to look down at me once more. "Don't you think you should thank us for fucking you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Yes, I do," I said. "Thank you Mistress. Thank you Goddess. Thank you Master. Thank you for fucking me."

"Oh god, it's so wonderfully pathetic that I think he really means it," Jane said, and then started to push her hips forward.

I moaned and gasped, as even after all that I'd felt, it was still an ordeal to take in her dildo, as it was even larger than Jenn's had been. Jenn and Master came close, on either side of the bed, watching her drive into me. It didn't take her long before her steady thrusts were filling me completely and she was burying the dildo balls-deep inside my ass. My cock throbbed and ached in its cage, and I was leaking profusely. It was obvious to them all that my body wanted this.

I wondered if they could see or sense how much my mind and soul wanted it too. After years of hiding my secrets and working to keep whatever kinky relationships I was able to forge online in hiding, all this was now happening at home. My wife, my stunning sexy wife who I loved so desperately, was having me call her Mistress and she was fucking me with an audience. She'd caged me and dressed me as her maid, and now there was this too. My Master, the man who'd guided me through so many new doors and to achieve so many submissive and slutty milestones, was right there too, his cum buried somewhere deep inside me. Added to that, there too was his wife, my wife's latest lover.

I was in agony but I'd never felt happier. My eyes were locked on Jane's smile. It was wide and thirsty. He was loving this too, though I couldn't tell if it was because of her sensations or her emotions. I hoped it was both.

Jenn had rid herself of her strap-on and hardness, standing there in her lingerie, and was caressing herself through the lace as she watched. Master was touching himself too, stroking his cock to fresh hardness. I was a sex object for them. I was a toy to be played with for their entertainment. My body was something they could use to arouse themselves, and whether or not I achieved orgasm was secondary at best, though I had a feeling it amused them to see me ooze cum through the cage.

I squeezed the dildo inside me. Even though it ached, I wanted to give Jane the most pressure and resistance I could, since I knew she was grinding her clit against the base of the toy. She rode me hard, pounding it into me with her own rhythm and timing. I could see the look on her face changing as she got closer and closer to climax. I was moaning too, becoming more dimly aware of the sounds and words of Master and Jenn. Everything but Jane and her use of me seemed to be blurry.

When she reached her peak, she forced the rubber cock all the way inside me and ground her body against it. It was like she was dry-humping me, except she was getting the direct sensation from the monster cock she'd filled me with. She gasped and moaned, and then screamed with pleasure. There had been times, between us, when I'd been able to use my fingers and tongue to bring her to multiple orgasms that had crashed together, but what she showed there was an experience of more passion and intensity that I think I'd even been able to bring her. When she was finally finished, she just slid down to her knees on the floor, spent and exhausted.

Jenn went to her to hold her, but Master just looked down at me with a knowing smile. Jenn and Jane were down on the floor, hugging and laughing and so many emotions were released while Master kept stroking his cock, not stopping until he came again, spraying his load across my face.

I laid there, panting, feeling so used and spent, aching and open. Jane, when she stood, looked at me briefly with a soft smile and then left for the bathroom, hand-in-hand with Jenn. The door closed and I heard the shower starting. Master, having tucked himself away again, was idly rummaging through the bag of toys. When he returned to me, he was carrying something that turned out to be some sort of bondage kit, since he was able to rather quickly close leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and stretch me to the four corners of the bed. He secured the straps from the cuffs to the feed of the bed, and I was spread-eagle and helpless.

He reached down, cupping my rather full-feeling balls and squeezing them until I moaned with the torment of it. That seemed to amuse him, so he did it once more. The ache made me squirm and gasp, but I could do nothing to avoid his touch. He just laughed and looked down at me.

"You really do make quite a good little fuckdoll," he said. "I'm so glad that we were able to get your wife to see the truth about you."

"Thank you, Master," I whispered.

He smiled once more and then left me there.

Alone, hearing only the sounds that came through walls and closed doors, I felt like a new reality was surrounding me. The cuffs held me there, immobile and helpless. I felt the hug of my tight, humiliating uniform right down to the sensation of the stockings on my legs. I felt how stretched my ass felt, sore and used. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I could feel Master's cum oozing inside me.

They had made me cum, by fucking me and using me and making a toy and plaything out of me. After all that had happened in the bedroom, it might have been easy to forget the rest, but there had also been cleaning and cooking and service, and just the pure feeling of submissive torment at having to be dressed like this for my wife, and for whomever she chose to share this secret with.

I tried, for a few moments, to figure out how many people knew about this version of me. There was Jane and Master, of course, and now his wife. There was Alex. There was Dexter and all those anonymous male members of that club. There was Matt, and Sydney the waitress, and her boyfriend Tyler. There was that lawyer who worked near me, Richard. There was that man that Master chose for me to give maid service to. I had to imagine that Jane's other lovers knew at least something about all this, even if it was just about the chastity cage, or me being denied intercourse, beyond the inherent emasculation of being so openly cuckolded. The names and faces just kept coming, filling my mind with fresh embarrassment.

Of course, arousal came right along with it. My caged cock was throbbing and once again I was leaking. I wondered if word might get around at work, or at Jane's office. Would her lovers talk? Did they know each other? I was all so strange and new. I had only guessed at what these emotions might be like, in all the years of my fantasizing, and now they were far more powerful and all-encompassing than I could have been prepared for, but it was better too. Control was so far from my grasp that it made every instance of service and obedience more raw and real than my fantasies could have hoped to be. It wasn't as if I wanted to stop, but knowing that I couldn't if I wanted made me swoon.

As I lay there on the bed, restrained and forced to be alone with my thoughts, the sounds of the others become lower and more distant. Our bathroom had a door to the hallway as well, so Jane and Jenn must have gone that way, and Master with them. It had been such a long and full day, and an overwhelming one emotionally. The time and the quiet slowly got the best of me, and I was barely aware of how exhausted I was before I felt into sleep.

Interlude

Hours passed before Jane returned to her bedroom. Ken had told her about how he'd left David there, restrained by the cuffs from her new home bondage kit, but it was still wonderful to crack the door open and watch the light from the hallway behind her fall across his body in the dark bedroom.

He looked ridiculous, of course, laying there in his disheveled costume, stretched to the four corners of the bed. She smiled. It came to her that she was, in a strange way, proud of him. He had taken everything that she'd thrown at him -- that they all had -- and he'd obeyed completely. Of course it helped that she could tell that he had been loving every minute of it, a fact that had been repeatedly confirmed by glimpses of how his cock and strained in its cage, even before his orgasms. Even so, she hadn't once limited what she had asked of him by doing anything other than what she wanted to feel and see.

Her touch was soft and caring, as she perched on the edge of the bed and slowly loosened and removed the cuffs from his right wrist and then his right ankle. She moved around the bed and was repeating those tasks at his left side when she saw his eyes flicker open.

"Well hello there, sleepyhead," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I fell asleep."

She stopped him with a hand on his chest when he started to sit up.

"It's okay. Take it easy for a second," she said. "Take a breath. You've been out for a couple hours at least."

"It's been that long? It feels like just a moment."

"Yes, but we've all had a full day. Why don't you take a quick shower and then we'll talk about it."

She removed her hand and David sat up. As he stood, he felt the ache of use, but he was happy to be able to strip out of his clothes and all of it, and to stand under the hot water of the shower. He remembered Master stroking as he scrubbed the dried cum from his face. He coated himself with suds and washed from head to toe, doing the best job he could around his cage, rinsing away the dried cum from his sissygasms.

Once he was finished and feeling worlds cleaner, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He threw all of his worn clothes into the hamper and wrapped a towel around his waist before returning to the bedroom.

"No no no, drop that towel. I want to see," Jane said.

She smiled widely, looking very happy and comfortable, having changed into pajamas.

"Yes, Mistress," he said.

David obeyed, blushing, then felt so strange that even now, after all that had happened, something as simple as standing before her wearing nothing but the little came could embarrass him.

"I do like the sound of that," Jane smiled. "Put on fresh panties, and come to bed."

He paused a beat, then stepped towards the dresser to find a fresh pair to pull on. Even now, even when it was just the two of them, he was still to be reminded of his place, and of his new rules. She watched him move in them, seeing what a small bulge his locked up manhood made in them.

She welcomed him into the bed. He lay on his back and turned to face Jane, who was on her side, smiling at him.

"That was quite a day, wasn't it?" Jane asked.

"It was," he answered, then quickly added "Mistress."

"Don't worry about that now. It's just us here, just you and me talking."

"Okay."

"I wanted to make sure you're okay -- with today, with this, with all of it."

"I am," he answered. "More than okay."

"Really? Don't get me wrong -- I had such an intense and amazing day, but I guess I'm almost surprised."

"Really. It is challenging and surprising and sometimes really, really embarrassing, but..." David said, but then his voice drifted off.

"Hey, it's okay. I think where we are now, you can really tell me the truth."

"It all makes me so aroused. We talked before, or we've tried to, about some things that I like... kinky stuff. Well, this is really feeding that. I'm... I'm submissive. It can make me so excited to be serving and pleasing you like this. Knowing that I'm under your control, with the cage or just having to obey, it turns me on so much. It's like that is more important than any of the specific things."

"So, if I want you to do it, you'll enjoy doing it? That seems too simple."

"It's not simple, I guess, and it's not exactly that I'd enjoy everything, but even not enjoying something is exciting and arousing because I can see that it's really working for you."

"Can you give me an example of something like that?"

"The first thing that comes to mind was coming to pick you up after you were with that other man. There wasn't anything sexual or arousing about that errand, but when I saw how much that little detail pleased you, it made me warm inside. It was also hard, with you and Alex, watching you and him, and also knowing that he was going to know this about me."

"I notice that you didn't include sucking his cock in your list of things you didn't like," Jane commented, to which David's immediate response was a deep blush.

"I guess I didn't," he said.

"Care to expand on that?"

"It's hard to explain, I guess. I've never thought of myself as gay or as attracted to men, but it seems like such a submissive act, and having to do it seems like the most powerful or challenging thing that a man could be asked to do, with all the mental baggage around it, that just doing it makes me feel so submissive. There's that stuff going on in my head, and then there's being so very close to someone who is so turned on by it, by what I'm doing..."

"So it's not just that you don't not like it. You actually enjoy it, don't you?"

"I guess I do. I mean, I think I have to be in a kind of submissive headspace at the time, but with this cage on, and now the panties too -- I think I'm kind of always feeling that way."

"I like keeping you feeling that way all the time," she admitted.

"Do you like it when you see me do it? Or does it make you think less of me?"

"Don't use euphemisms. I want to hear you say the words."

"Do you like it when you see me suck a man's cock? Does it please you, or does it make you wish you were married to the kind of man who wouldn't do that?"