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Jane's orgasm soaked me. I was surprised by the near violence of it, but it felt so amazing and slutty and perfect to be dripping with her pleasure. Afterwards, she was so sensitive that she barely let me touch her, even with the gentlest touch of my tongue. Once her breathing slowed and she recovered enough to speak, she sent me off to wash my face.
Her declaration was echoing in my mind and I wanted so badly to ask her about it, but when I returned to the bed she was asleep. I turned out the lights and lay beside her, just hearing her say it again and again.
"You're never going to fuck a woman again."
Never is such a huge concept, and it made me feel so small to think about it in detail. Never. There had been a time in my life when I'd never had sex, and then it finally happened to me as an awkward teen in the basement family room of a girlfriend's house, before her parents got home. We had planned to just stop and change after a day at the beach but one thing led to another, once we realized we had the house to ourselves. I remember the way her breasts felt against my chest when her bathing suit gave way, and the straps slid down over her shoulders. It all felt amazing.
I hadn't expected another milestone like that -- one that ended my era of sex. In this case it also felt so bad that I hadn't known, that last time with Jane, that it was going to be the last. I hadn't known enough to cherish it and now it was over. I reached down, in the dark, and felt the cage, holding me securely. My cock, its prisoner, was now useless and unwanted.
Of course, she'd said I'd never fuck a woman again. That felt pointed, to point out to me that there were still to be men in my future, though it seemed more likely that men would be fucking me, rather than the other way around. Denying me sex was one thing, but this was more. She was making it clear that she was going to keep me on this different path. She'd seen just a bit of it, of course, compared to what Master had been guiding me to and through. I wondered how Jane would react, seeing me on my knees in front of not just one man, but in front of all the men at the gentleman's club. For so long, I'd been sure she would be disgusted even by the thought of seeing me like that, but now it all seemed to amuse her and solidify her own resolve.
I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep, but morning came all too quickly.
I woke up feeling not quite fully rested, but still wide awake. Jane, beside me, was still sleeping soundly, breathing deeply. I slipped out of bed as silently as I could and tip-toed out of the bedroom.
I relieved myself and washed up a bit. Not wanting to risk waking Jane, I decided to head downstairs to make coffee and see the state of the house. Even in the morning quiet of the house, I felt exposed walking around wearing just panties. The kitchen tile was cold under my feet, but it felt nice at the same time. I put on a pot of coffee then strolled around, picking up glasses and plates that had been left out from having guests over.
There was a bit to tidy up but it wasn't too bad. Most of the mess had been made in the bedroom, it seemed, so I was able to have the ground floor in good shape by the time the coffee was done.
"God, I love the smell of fresh coffee," I heard in Master's voice, making me jump.
I turned around to see him standing in the entry to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"I... I thought you had gone home," I said, feeling my heart pounding.
"Your lovely wife so generously invited us to stay over and crash in the guest room, since it was late and we'd all had a few drinks."
"Oh, I see, Master," I answered.
"You really do look good in panties, fucktoy," he smiled, looking me slowly up and down. "I'm so glad that your wife made that choice for you."
"Thank you, Master," I replied, blushing and feeling so exposed.
It was so thrilling and terrifying to actually be in his presence, after all the messages and calls.
"You must love it too, getting to finally express your submission and your true, slutty sissy nature."
"Yes, Master," I answered softly, not wanting to be loud enough to wake anyone else in the house, or to be overheard.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked.
"Ready for what, Master?"
"Ready for what it means to be owned full time. Jane has had something new awakened inside her, and she knows that she can own you and control you however she likes. This isn't like the kinky games you play when she's at work or asleep. Things start and end when she chooses now, not you. You've felt that already, haven't you?"
"Yes Master. I felt it with the chastity cage. I'd locked it on before, but I always knew it would come off when she'd be coming home, since I'd have to keep it a secret. Now, I don't even have the key."
"That's right, slut. Now, imagine that with every part of your life. Dressing you in those panties is just another start. Just imagine what other decisions she's going to make for you."
"She has already started, Master," I admitted.
"Oh yes? Do tell."
"She told me last night, Master. She told me that she's decided that I'm never going to fuck a woman again. Ever."
"Oh that's delicious," he said, his smile lighting up his whole face. "Not with her, and not with any woman, ever again. That's delightful. How does that make you feel?"
"I'm still trying to take it all in, I guess, Master. Forever is a long time. I can understand her not wanting me to be unlocked, or even her insisting that my orgasms are all going to be sissygasms, but it sounds so permanent when she said it like that."
"That's good. I'm sure it is," he said. "Don't doubt her resolve. I don't imagine that she's teasing at all."
"I don't think so either, Master."
"Good fucktoy. Now, do you think you can make me cum before your wife wakes up?"
My eyes darted around and I strained to hear any other noises in the house.
"I... I don't know, Master," I managed to say.
"I should have phrased that differently, I suppose," he said. "I don't want you to think that it is a request. It is an instruction."
"Yes Master."
Nervously, I dropped to my knees, right there in the kitchen, feeling the tile cold against my knees. Master wasn't wearing anything under his sweatpants, so it was a quick task to tug down the waistband and expose his cock. I took hold of his shaft with my right hand and cradled his balls with my left, and I brought my mouth to him quickly. I started to stroke as my lips kissed the head, then dragged my tongue around it. I had no idea how long I had before anyone else stirred, so I attacked my task with a passion. I slurped him into my mouth and sucked high tight. I stroked him firmly as my head bobbed up and down.
Above me, I saw him smiling wide, reaching down to steady himself by gripping the edge of the kitchen counter. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing himself even deeper into my mouth. As his cock hit the back of my throat, it made me drool and gasp, nearly gagging at first. He seemed pleased by that reaction, as he lowered a hand to my head and pulled me forward as he continued thrusting. Soon my hands had little to do and he took over, fucking my face. I fought to keep as quiet as I could, though the wet sounds of him using me seemed so loud.
On my knees in my own kitchen, drooling and sputtering, Master used my mouth for his pleasure, and even in fear of discovery, I had to admit that I loved it. I could feel myself tingling and aroused -- aroused in my new way that meant more leaking and fewer futile attempts at erection. Like my mind, my body was learning new truths.
When he came, when I felt that tell-tale tightness and spasm, just before the climactic eruption of warm, salty cum against the back of my throat, when I felt that taste filling my mouth and senses, I was so happy and relieved. It was almost as powerful a sensation as being allowed to orgasm myself. I felt him push forward for those last thrusts. I closed my lips around him and sucked in every drop of him that I could get. I liked him clean, up and down his shaft, and I looked up at him and whispered my thanks.
