Secrets Ch 50

50

It had been years since I'd ridden public transit and if anything the experience had gotten worse. The buses were new enough and relatively clean, but they were slow and the seats were uncomfortable -- especially since I was riding with my ass plugged and my cock caged and my balls feeling full and achy. Having been fucked to orgasm had relieved some pressure, but being teased and feeling so slutty and owned brought that sensation back so quickly. Ironically, being fucked like I had been made my balls, trapped in the ring of the cage, get bounced around quite a bit, leaving them feeling a bit battered and bruised.

The sensations battered me constantly, leaving me constantly aware of my predicament and position. I was a collared sexual plaything for my wife, and for just about whomever she chose to share me with. I was granted sexual satisfaction only with men and only in ways that seemed to amuse her. It ached and it was humiliating and emasculating, but at the same time I loved it. I felt more alive and more seen than I ever had been. I was somehow living a life that I'd dreamed of.

Like most fantasies, I supposed, it was much different than expected when it became real. When these things were just a fantasy, I could put them aside whenever I wished, and have a good wank and feel rested and relaxed afterwards. This reality never ended. My Mistress held the keys, and all the power. It made some of the moments harder, but it made the hours and days more rewarding.

When I finally arrived at work, I felt as though my mind was already partially tenderized. I walked in, feeling very self-conscious just being there when no one would be expecting me. I hadn't fully realized how quiet the office would be. Most people now worked a schedule much like I did, in their home office set-ups on Fridays and Mondays, so the place felt a bit like a ghost town. Those who were there had also dressed down a bit, so my suit and tie made me stand out all the more.

I got myself a coffee and decided to hide away in my office. Immediately I noticed that my desk was a mess. The phone and keyboard had been pushed aside and papers that had been neatly organized were askew, with much actually strewn across the floor. It was confusing, as it felt targeted and malicious.

When I continued investigating, I found a pair of panties in my desk drawer. My face turned bright red and my head jerked around, trying to determine if anyone was watching me. Was this a prank? Had someone figured out that I was now wearing panties?

When I dared look at them again, it came to be that I recognized them. I knew that Jane had a pair like this. She had mentioned a date last night... and so I wondered if that date might have been with Alex, and that they might have actually been in my office. It seemed far-fetched, but perhaps not so much so, in my new life. Craig could have done something like plant a pair of panties in my office to tease me, but it didn't feel right that he would have also messed things up.

My heart was pounding. I couldn't just go through the day not knowing, so I decided to see if Jane would reply to a text.

"Are these yours, Mistress?" I asked.

She left the message unread for one of the longer hours of my life, but then finally did send a reply.

"Why yes, they are. If there were going to be rumours about your wife getting fucked by men in your office, I thought it would fun to make it true in every sense."

It was another sign of how my life and marriage had changed that this reply was a relief. Once the panic of thinking that someone that I didn't know knew my secrets started to fade, I could just sink into the knowledge that once again my wife was surrounding me with specifically chosen men whom she'd selected as lovers in my place.

I tried my best to work and, to a certain degree, I was successful. The quietness of the place led to very few interruptions. Even other people at work mostly assumed that I was working remotely, so they would email rather than stop by. The quiet lasted until noon, when I heard a light knock at my open door. I lifted my eyes to see Craig standing there, smiling.

"We don't usually see you around here on Fridays," he smiled. "Did you miss me already?"

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, just seeing how his face lit up, teasing me with what he knew.

"I had to come in to pick up my wife's car. She left it in the garage near here."

"Whose car?" he prodded me.

"My Mistress's car," I answered, correcting myself.

"Good girl," he said, making me squirm.

"Do you work in-office all five days?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yes, generally. It's not too far to come in, and I got tired of having to keep an office setup at home," he answered. "I like to keep my home feeling more personal, as you've seen. "Do you have any lunch plans?"

"No, not really," I answered.

"Good," he said. "Come with me."

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "I'm hungry."

"Okay," I answered.

The thing about having these people knew the truth about what I was keeping hidden is that it kept me feeling like I couldn't say no. I closed up the last email I'd been reviewing and got up to follow him out. He was friendly and cheerful, but didn't say anything out of the ordinary as we made our way to the elevators, travelled down to the lobby and then walked out onto the sidewalk.

"I had a fun idea for lunch, once I realized you were around," he said, then all of sudden paused and stopped at a mostly blank door.

For Your Eyes Only was one of those places on the street that I'd seen there forever, but seemed from another time. After all, who actually went to strip clubs in this day and age, especially for lunch. It seemed even stranger that Craig, a gay man, would choose this place, but perhaps he enjoyed the irony. Whatever his reasoning was, he didn't give me any opportunity to protest. He just pushed open the door and led us inside.

The entryway was dark. There was a very large man standing at a small desk lit only by a small lamp. Craig greeted him with a warm hello as we moved past and pushed through a heavy velvet curtain. The rest of the club was a bit brighter and featured a decor that included a lot of chrome and glass and neon. A dangerously curvy woman led us to a small table about 10 feet from the stage. I was in a bit of daze, so Craig took the lead and ordered us both drinks.

In a way, the place wasn't so dissimilar from the Hooters that I'd been to with Matt. It was just more open and honest about its intentions. Past that curtain, all the women were on display -- the women on the stage, the women circulating and offering up lap dances, and even the waitresses, in their tiny skirts and bikini tops.

I felt immediately uncomfortable. All the stimulation was teasing my trapped, making me ache painfully. A quick glance over at Craig revealed that he was thoroughly enjoying my predicament.

"Having fun?" he asked, barely containing a laugh.

"Why did you choose this place?" I asked. "I can't imagine that you like it here?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Just because I don't want to sleep with them doesn't mean that I don't find the ladies who work here delightful. They actually quite appreciate fans of their skills who aren't groping them. But it should be obvious why I chose this place. You can't fuck them either. You can't even get hard, I'm sure, trapped in that wicked device your Mistress locked onto you. You'll probably still get horny though, and in my experience, horny men make the best cocksuckers."

"You.. you want me to suck you again?"

"Oh, sweetheart. You've let me in on a closely guarded secret that your wife has taken control of your sex life while cuckolding you, and that she only allows you to be sexually active with other men, despite the fact that at one point you were a straight man. You've shown me that while you wear your proper suit, underneath you are pierced and inked, and dressed in panties, and I have seen first hand that, while you do all these things, you're still deathly afraid of the rest of the office finding out. If you didn't think that you were going to end up with my cock in your mouth whenever I want, you just weren't thinking ahead."

"Hey there, Craig," came a sweet voice from behind me. "Who's your friend?"

"Hi Elly," Craig answered warmly. "This is David, a friend of mine from work. David, this is Electra."

"Hello Electra," I answered.

I had to work to calm myself after turning my head and looking up at her. Electra was tall, and even taller on the 5-inch heels she was wearing. Long, thick blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink mesh dress that covered her as much as fishnet stockings would have. Underneath it she was wearing matching pink thong panties and something more like a string bikini than a bra that was assisting her very large and full breasts defy gravity.

"It's very nice to meet you, baby," she said, resting her hand on my shoulder and smiling widely. "Do you play for Craig's team too?"

Craig laughed out loud.

"Oh, David's life is much more complicated than that," he teased, then turned to me. "David, you can trust Electra. It's like talking to a priest, only better. The only thing is, she has to make a living, and if you would like her to stay and chat with us, you've got to pay her for her time."

"Of course," I stammered, and reached for my wallet.

Craig plucked the wallet out of my hands.

"Let me take care of this for you," he said.

He found two $20s, folded them in half and passed them to Electra.

"Thank you, lover," she purred, then moved in closer. "You've got to ease back a bit, sweetheart, if I'm going to fit in your lap."

I pushed my chair back and she immediately lowered herself down onto my lap, wrapping her arm around me. Her breasts pressed up against me just barely below my chin. Up close, she was even more beautiful and she glittered. She also radiated with an intoxicating flowery scent. The cage kept me so small that the ache I felt was from denial rather than from any direct pressure from her body against me.

"So tell me what's complicated, honey? Do you like boys or girls?" she asked.

I could see Craig's smile stretching from ear to ear.

"I... I like women," I answered, "but other than giving my wife oral sex, I'm not allowed to be with them."

"Not allowed? Now, this is getting interesting," she commented.

"You should know that his wife is now his Mistress, in the Dominatrix sense, not the cheating sense," Craig offered.

"Oh, this does sound fun. Tell me more!" Electra said, while squirming in my lap and starting to caress my chest through my shirt.

"She has made me wear a chastity device, so I can't do anything without her permission, and she's said that I won't get it anymore -- not with her or any other woman either. Ever."

"And you're okay with that, honey?"

"Yes, I am. In a way I've been wanting her to take control since the start. I love submitting to her, even if there are sacrifices. Making her happy feels better than anything."

"I hope so honey, but that's a lot. If you aren't allowed to have sex or -- I'm guessing -- even have fun on your own with a thing like that on, aren't you going to get all backed up?" she asked, sounding sweet for caring, but doing so while pressing her breasts against me wickedly.

"She... she lets me cum other ways."

"What other ways?" she asked, and I saw Craig smiling wide again.

"By being fucked myself. With toys, or by men."

"Wow. I don't know that I've met a man yet who would be ready to make that trade."

"He's selling it short," Craig chimed in. "It turns out he rather enjoys being taken by men, and he's also an excellent cocksucker."

I blushed, but Electra just giggled.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" she smiled, then leaned in so close that her lips brushed against my ear. "Your nipples are pierced, aren't they?"

Her hands kept caressing my chest. The closeness of her fantastically attractive body was making me ache and squirm. Her hands on me made me throb. It was sweet agony.

"They are," I answered.

"Normally around this point, I'd invite you to take me to one of the private rooms, but you're not going to be able to do much, are you, sweetheart?" she teased.

"I think that's a great idea," Craig chimed in. "He can't do much with you, but he can with me."

"Oh, look at that. So many good ideas," she purred, writhing on my lap. "It's only $100 to take a trip to a champagne room, and then you can show me just how good a cocksucker you really are. Do you want to make our friend Craig cum for me, baby? While I watch?"

"Yes please," I moaned.

"Then let's go," she said, and lifted herself up off of my lap.

She stood, smiled, and reached out to hold my hand. She led me across the room, up a set of metal stairs, and to a series of rooms off the corridor that overlooked the stage. Craig was right behind us. Craig, still holding my wallet, peeled off the cash and handed the bills to her as we entered one of the small rooms. It wasn't large, but there was a small leather sofa against one wall and a pole in the open space of the room. In the corner was a small table and a couple of folding chairs leaning against a wall.

Once we were all inside, the three of us, Electra closed the door. She turned to face us, standing where I was sure she normally worked -- the open space, in front of the pole, facing the sofa. This time, however, after peeling off her dress so that she wore just the tiny bits of clothing beneath it, she moved in between us and sat down, looking up at me expectantly.

Craig smiled wide, turned to me, and loosened his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, until they fell to the floor around his ankles. I could already see the outline of his cock through his tightly fitting briefs. My eyes darted quickly over to Electra, lingering just long enough to see her smiling as she perched on the edge of her seat, leaning forward.

I lowered myself to the floor, kneeling before Craig, and I felt the heat of excitement and exposure anew as my slightly trembling fingers reached the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. He cock popped free and I grasped it in both hands. As I felt the heat of him, my internal thrill grew. I could feel my confusing arousal, like a tingling inside. I could feel myself starting to leak, as though my body was giving up on erections and was finding new ways to express this pleasure.

Electra was an enthusiastic audience. She moaned and clapped and urged me on. She cheered when my pursed lips started to kiss at the glistening head, and cheered when I first took him inside my mouth. I could hear her and feel her moving, so close, but my eyes were pointed up at Craig, seeing his satisfied smile as he stiffened further in the wet warmth of my lips' embrace.

It was, in a sense, strange to have been exposed so little, compared to what was possible. Electra hadn't been shown my collar or my panties or the cage or the plug. She didn't know of the way I'd been marked with ink. All she saw -- all she was shown in that room -- was the sight of a man who had claimed to be straight rather urgently sucking the cock of another man. I wondered if there was always going to be that part of me that felt that this act was the most humiliating part. It was as if my mind was stuck between two generations. I had known and grew up around gay men, and I cared for those that I knew deeply. I had worked hard to purge my heart of prejudice, but there was still that nagging thought that for me, inside, kneeling and sucking on a mouthful of cock was emasculating. I shouldn't complain, I supposed, since I knew myself well enough by now to know that the humiliation and embarrassment was only turning me on more.

Craig seemed to enjoy having an audience, or perhaps he enjoyed me having one. Either way, he was hard and throbbing quickly. I found myself, as was seemingly more and more often the case, eager and hungry to taste cum in my mouth. I wanted to please him. I wanted to turn him on. I wanted to bring him to the kind of release I was no longer allowed. He was thick and full, where my orgasms all seemed to be leaking messes from an imprisoned cock. When he came, it was warm and thick and salty, and I felt his load spurt into me, hitting the back of my throat and coating my tongue.

I kept on stroking and sucking him, milking every bit of pleasure and every drop of cum. I licked him clean, then tucked him back into his underwear. Only after that, while I caught my breath, did I look over at Electra again. She was smiling wide, leaning against the back of the sofa now, with one hand in her panties and the other inside her top, rubbing at one of her stiffened nipples.

"Sugar, you may like women, but it's pretty clear you love men too," she purred.

"Thank you," I answered, not knowing what else to say.

"What did I tell you?" Craig said, getting himself dressed again. "He's a natural."

"Damn, that was hot," she said. "It's nice not having to be the performer for a moment or two as well. Thank you so much for such a great little break."

"It is my pleasure, quite literally," Craig said with a laugh, then pulled another $20 from my wallet to hand to her before handing it back to me.

"Come here, sweetheart," she said, and I paused for a moment, before being sure she was talking to me.

I moved close, still rather intimidated by her body and how little she was wearing. As soon as I was close enough, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her tightly. I felt her large, firm breasts pressed against my chest as he rose to her tiptoes and kissed me hard. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I could feel it exploring against mine. Her hands slipped down, with one grabbing my ass and the other pushing between us, pushing inside my pants. Her hand was warm as it wriggled inside my panties and found the caged nub of my imprisoned manhood.

She explored by touch as she kissed me, eventually cupping my balls in her hand and slowly closing her fingers. She kept tightening her grip until I could feel my balls throb. They felt so full and sensitive. I could feel my body tightening with the growing pain, and so could she, and she just kissed me deeper and squeezed harder. Finally the kiss broke as I gasped out loud with the pain. She didn't stop, but at least she didn't squeeze any harder. She just held me like that for a moment, my balls in her grip and her eyes locked onto my expression of anguish.

"Cum tastes good in your mouth, sugar," she said softly, "and being owned suits you. I'm glad you found what's right for you."

"Thank you," I gasped through the pulsing pain.

"Treat your Mistress well. Obey her. Please her."

"I will," I managed to reply.

"Good for you. I know you will," she smiled, and then finally released her grip. "I hope Craig brings you around again."

She picked up the wad of fabric that was her dress and blew a kiss to Craig before turning and striding out back into the noise of the club. Craig laughed out loud and led us back out, through the club, past the roaming waitresses and dancers, back out to the brightness of the street. My balls were still throbbing, feeling swollen and heavy, aching with every step I took. It felt like it was noticeably affecting my gait, but if Craig noticed, he didn't say a word. He was practically whistling as he walked, seeming so happy and satisfied with himself.

Only when we parted, getting off the elevator at our floor, after we said goodbye, did I realize that his cum was the only lunch I'd had. I was going to head to my office and hide the rest of the day in there, but I was so distracted by the throbbing pain that I decided to stop for a moment in the men's room. In the privacy of a toilet stall, I pulled down my pants and panties, just to have a look. It wasn't just my imagination. My balls were swollen and they looked so pathetic, with the ring of the chastity cage around the base of them. They looked puffy and full and maybe a bit blue as well. I was worried for a moment about my circulation, but I could still get a finger in between the ring and my skin. It was just from the abuse they'd taken... the abuse and the denial.