Secrets Ch 52

52

It was humiliating to be plugged full of his cum and still not be finished serving. He wasn't even watching me or paying me any attention. I was once again just the maid, just an anonymous servant in the house, cleaning and tending to things -- below his position and unworthy of notice, at least perhaps until he wanted more relief.

With the washrooms finished, most of my chores were now on the ground floor. I started with dusting, working my way around the living room first, tending to all the many horizontal surfaces that needed my attention: the tops of photo frames, knick-knacks, shelves and the tops of cabinets. There was even a time or two where I was thankful to be up on high heels, even though they were really starting to make my feet ache.

I felt so nervous when I got anywhere near the windows. It seemed like it would be cheating somehow to draw the blinds, especially on such a beautiful day, so I didn't dare. I just kept an eye out and tried to avoid being seen, especially when I was near the front of the house. The large bay window at the living room was especially challenging, given that it had a table full of plants and framed photos nestled right in front of it.

There was a kind of simple pleasure in my accomplishments, however. I was leaving each room in a better condition than I found it in. I'd been keeping our own house clean for a while with steady attention, which felt more like maintenance. Things never got too dirty or too messy. Here, for whatever reason, it had been a while since there had been a deep cleaning, and my efforts were visible. It felt good, and I could feel myself hoping that it would please both Jennifer and my Mistress.

It was a strange feeling to be doing work like this while dressed up. It wasn't just that I was dressed in women's clothes, but the uniform seemed almost formal, especially with the heels. In my mind, I imagined that sweat pants and an old t-shirt was the proper outfit for house cleaning, but of course now I was on display as well as serving, even if no one was watching at the moment.

I started to imagine myself fitting the uniform better. I wondered if I could shrink my stomach and tone my body, so that my legs would look better in stockings and my whole body might actually approach something like 'pretty.' Looking at myself in a mirror, I thought back to the breast forms that Master would sometimes have me wear, and I wondered how having breasts might improve the look of my silhouette, especially in outfits like the one I was wearing.

I forced myself back to work. I didn't want to start down that particular rabbit hole at the moment. The thoughts of having my balls taken from me were still fresh in my mind, so it seemed dangerous to actually start fantasizing about my body transforming even more completely.

I threw myself into my tasks. Before too long, however, I found that I'd completed them. Dusting, vacuuming, cleaning and scrubbing -- all complete. I began to wander about, looking for any hidden spot of dust or grime. I did what I could, wandering about with my cleaning supplies, until the house was spotless.

Eventually, Master noticed me moving around. Having him see me and turn his attention to me once again made me feel warm and I felt my body gripping the plug tightly.

"Looking for something to do, Dolly?" he asked.

"I think that I've mostly finished cleaning, Master," I answered.

"So is that a yes, fucktoy?"

"Yes, Master. I suppose that it is."

"Well, I think I can take a break then. Wait for me in the living room, and be kneeling in front of the sofa when I get there."

"Yes, Master," I answered.

I felt the tingle growing inside me and, even with the suggestion of him taking charge, I felt myself start to leak. I got down on my knees and positioned myself in front of the sofa, and then waited for his arrival. He took his time, as I could hear him moving around for a while before he joined me. When he did, I could see that he was carrying a sandwich on a plate in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. He placed the beer on the side table, put the plate beside it, then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

These ones were not any novelty shop pair covered in pink fur. They consisted of leather straps that buckled securely and were linked together by three links of heavy steel chain. He secured them onto me with my wrists behind my back. Once he was done, he loosened his belt and pushed his pants down. He lingered for a moment with them around his ankles, then pulled them off entirely. Once that was done, he sat down on the sofa in front of me. The TV remote was on the sofa, so he reached over and turned it on. Behind me I could now hear the almost soothing sounds of sports commentators talking about golf.

"I'm going to take a break and relax," he announced. "Have a little lunch. While I'm doing that, I think you should be sucking my cock. I want you to just keep me warm and hard, but I'm in no hurry to cum."

"Yes, Master. I understand," I answered.

"Good. Whenever you're ready."

He at least did me the favour of edging his hips forward as he slouched back and began to eat his lunch. Without the use of my hands again, I had to get up on my knees and turn my head to reach his shaft. I began to kiss and lick, feeling him harden and come to attention. Once his erection grew, I could turn my head and slurp him in between my lips.

I could hear the golf match on the TV continuing behind me as I tended to him. Suckling him like that while kneeling there was a very different thing than working to pleasure him. It was like maintenance. I moved my head and lips and tongue just enough to keep him hard. He took his time, and he seemed to be enjoying the experience. I could see just enough to follow his progress eating, and then he put the empty plate aside to begin slowly nursing his beer.

He just kept watching TV, taking his time relaxing, while I slowly and constantly sucked and slurped around him. The taste of his precum on my tongue got me craving the full experience of feeling him throbbing, ready to explode and fill my mouth, but he just kept on accepting my slow attention. There were no quarters of halves in golf -- they just kept on playing and having their shots described by men talking in what sounded like near whispers. The way this was going, he could have me here with my mouth full of his cock all afternoon. The sounds around me were becoming almost hypnotic and I began to focus only on the sensations of his steady stiffness between my lips and on my tongue. I moved my head up and down him slowly. I explored every inch of him, becoming familiar with the texture of his ridges and veins.

I was so lost in the experience that I gasped and jerked when I heard the front door open behind me and the room suddenly filled with the sounds of Jane and Jennifer laughing.

"Well well well, what do we have here," Jennifer exclaimed. "I hope you let her finish her chores first."

With a hand on my head, Master made it clear that I did not have permission to withdraw.

"Did Dolly just run out of things to polish?" Jane laughed and I blushed, thinking this was likely not the way other wives would react if they discovered this tableau.

"It's not my fault if you didn't leave her enough things to do, and she came to me looking for more," Master replied.

"Don't move," Jennifer said. "Let us show you what we bought."

Master didn't move, other than to perhaps shift a bit to move his hips even farther forward, so I could better take him even deeper. He turned off the television and gave his attention to the women. From the sounds of what was going on behind me, it seemed like they weren't just pulling items out of bags to hold up and show him -- it sounded like they were stripping down and actually trying on different things, right there in the living room.

From Master's reaction, and the further stirrings I could feel with his cock in my mouth, it seemed as though he appreciated what he saw, both from his wife and mine.

"Did you really need another dildo?" he asked at one point, laughing.

"Maybe we didn't really need one at home, but we happened to need it while we were out, so what was I supposed to do?" Jennifer asked. "Was I not supposed to fuck Jane at the mall?"

"You made the right decision," Master confirmed.

"I'm starving," Jenn said. "Do you think you can let Dolly spend some time in the kitchen, at least long enough to make us some food?"

"I suppose so," he answered, and tapped me on the shoulder. "Enough of your suckling for now. The ladies would like to be tended to."

I slid back. I had had him in my mouth so long that my jaw was sore and my lips felt swollen. I licked my lips and swallowed the excess saliva and then struggled to my feet. Master had me turn my back to him so he could reach the cuffs to free me. I had to face Jane this way, and it was both beautiful and tormenting to see her smiling so wide at my use, especially given that she happened to be wearing nothing stockings, lace panties and an open-bust corset at that moment.

"What can I make for you?" I asked.

"It's too late for lunch, and too early for dinner," Jenn commented. "How about you put together a tray with some crackers, fruit and I know I have some things you can slice up for a nice charcuterie tray. That, and some wine, I think."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I answered.

I searched around the fridge and cupboards to find everything that she had mentioned, and with a little effort I was able to put together a rather impressive looking tray in not too long. I also found a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge that I opened and put on the large tray along with three glasses.

When I carried it all back to the living room, Jennifer and Jane were once again dressed and everyone was relaxing. I couldn't help but notice that Jane was sharing the sofa with Master, seated quite close to him. I put the tray down on the coffee table and poured the wine.

"We also found some things for you, Dolly," Jane said.

"Oh really, Mistress?" I answered. "That is kind of you."

"I think so too. They are in that bag there. Why don't you take it into the other room, try them on, and come back and show us?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, suddenly feeling nervous.

I picked up the black bag and carried it out of the living room. I didn't think that I needed to go upstairs, so I stepped into the downstairs bathroom. When I reached into the bag, I was not expecting to find what looked and felt like a pair of breasts, but there they were. I pulled them out and placed them on the counter. There, staring back up at me were a large pair of breast forms, made of silicone. They weren't just things to slip into a bra, but rather they were part of something that it seemed you wore like a vest.

I removed enough of my uniform to bare my chest and I pulled the thing on. It took a bit of doing to get it over my head as the neck of the garment, if that was how it could be described, was quite stretchy. When I did get it on, however, it was almost shocking how realistic they looked. They were comically large, of course, but they just sat there on their own, jiggling and bouncing. I could barely get my top back on over them, which only made them seem more obscene.

The bag wasn't empty though. Next, I pulled out a wig, sighing as I did so. I looked at myself in the mirror as I pulled it on. It didn't feel scratchy or cheap, which was a relief, as up until then my only experience with wigs had been with cheap, halloween-quality novelty items.

It was still my face staring back at me, but now with long, wavy blond hair framing that face, reaching down past my shoulders, it was getting harder to recognize myself. That was even more true thanks to the fact that I had also been given the kind of rack that would leave very few men looking at my face at all.

The last item in the bag was so small that I almost missed it but there, rattling around in the bottom was a tube of lipstick. I opened it, twisted it to expose the glossing bright red colour of it. I realized only afterwards that I didn't even hesitate before starting to apply it to my lips. I seemed so ready to decorate myself the way they wanted me to. As I looked at my reflection again, further losing myself, I felt like my lips were tingling. They were bright red, glossy and very full. I supposed that after having been sucking on Master's cock for the last hour or so, it was perhaps not a surprise that they would be a bit swollen.

With everything on, I had no reason any longer to delay my return to the living room.

"Oh wow, look at this slut," Jenn called out.

I blushed and tried to move as gracefully as I could, but I was distracted by the movement of my fake breasts, as well as the change in my centre of gravity. I managed to set down the tray without mishap.

"Oh Dolly, you really are showing promise," Jane said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I answered, wondering just what kind of promise she might mean.

"What do you think, Ken? Isn't she more likely to line up men who will want their cock sucked like this?" Jennifer asked.

"Definitely," he smiled. "Every step she takes towards being more passable will open more doors. Some men are a bit close-minded, even when it comes to a warm wet mouth around them."

"Of course, it's a shame to hide her piercings," Jane commented.

"That will just happen when she's wearing breast forms like these. If you ever give her real implants, it won't be an issue," Master answered.

I noticed the shift in the conversation, as they started to talk about me rather than to me. I stood there in silence, waiting to be addressed or given instructions. That gave me the mental time to let Master's words sink in. He was actually talking about plastic surgery for me. I looked down at my artificial cleavage and remembered the look of my reflection. After being dressed this way so many times and having been in that uniform all day, perhaps it was impossible not to imagine having a body that would better suit or fit into the clothes that I'd been given. For a few moments, I lost track of the conversation around me.

"Do you like being pretty, Dolly?" Jane asked, breaking me out of my mental cloud.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered without thinking. "I like to look pretty for you, Mistress."

"Not just for me, I hope," she said. "Dressed like that, you're really going to start getting some male attention."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You know, I recently heard about this club," Jane started, smiling widely at me. "I gather it is kind of a private club for men, but the membership consists of men who like to be served and serviced by girls like our Dolly here. There they have the freedom to obey and perform and properly dress up."

"Oh wow," Jennifer said. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. The more I dig into any specific kink or fetish, it seems like there are people already practicing it all around me, and I just didn't know. Ken, did you know about this place?"

"You ask like there is only one of those clubs in town," Master laughed. "Yes, I'm familiar with places like that."

"Could we come too?" Jane asked.

"I'm afraid not. Most of these places are for men and sissies only, other than for special events," he answered.

"That's a shame," Jane replied. "If we get our Dolly here pretty enough for a place like that, would you be willing to take her and show her off?"

"Trust me, she's already pretty enough. For those gentlemen, it isn't about looking enough like a woman to fool anyone. It's just about the sissy embracing her position, being dressed up and submissive. There are girls serving in those places all across the spectrum of transition."

"Sounds like sooner, rather than later," Jennifer chimed in.

"That's up to you, Jane," Master said. "With that collar on, Dolly belongs to you. If you would like me to take her to a place like that, I'd be happy to help."

"Thanks," Jane said. "I will definitely let you know."

"Dolly, can you refill my glass please?" Jennifer asked. "I'm just going to change into home clothes."

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I answered, and quickly complied, moving to pick up the bottle and refill her glass as she stood and made her way upstairs.

Master nodded as I was holding the bottle, so I refilled his glass, and Mistress's as well. Once finished, I stood back, watching my Mistress and my previous Master alone together.

"How are you doing with all this?" he asked her. "I gather you're having fun. These are big changes though."

"They are, but I am having fun. It's a funny thing -- the way this has all developed, I've gotten to understand more about what I want, and who I want it from. David, back when he was David, slowly showed me that what he wanted sexually wasn't the same as what I wanted. When it finally understood that and was invited to put limits on him while the limits came off me, it was like a light came on. I can find men with great bodies and big hard cocks to fuck, when and were I want, and I can get love and companionship and partnership at home in a different way. It's freeing to not have to get everything from one source."

"That's a good way to put it. Jenn and I are the same, I suppose. We love what we have together, and we love the adventures we have on our own as well," he said.

"You two are kind of inspiring to me. I don't know that I could have done this on my own. It was shocking to realize that it had been Jenn who had been secretly prodding me to take these steps, but I'm so glad she did."

"She's very glad too. I know she's happy to have you as a kind of partner in things going forward."

"And you,?" Jane asked, reaching out to rest her hand on Master's thigh. "Are you happy to have me too?"

"Dear Jane, are you trying to seduce me? And with the help right there, watching?" he laughed.

"I am if it's working," she answered. "I saw what Dolly over there was sucking on."

"I'm scandalized," he continued to tease. "What if my wife came back?"

"She and I have already fucked today," Jane replied, causing my eyes to widen. "Now it's your turn."

"Right here?" he asked.

"Why not?"

Master just smiled and edged his pants down again, freeing and exposing his cock. Jane stood and, standing before him, wriggled her way out of her clothing with impressive efficiency. Once stripped, she straddled him, kneeling over his lap and lowering herself down, moaning softly as he entered her.

It wasn't just that they were doing this in front of me -- it was also that they just didn't give my presence a second thought. I was just left standing there, dressed up and humiliated, silent and unable to look away. I realized as the intensity of their encounter grew, that I had been fucked by Master more recently than I had had sex with my wife. Those thoughts kept cascading. My wife was now my Mistress. I'd never have sex with her again. I'd never have sex with any woman again. My Master and my Mistress were fucking right in front of me, and he was the only one of the two I'd ever be able to have sex with in the future, and that would be exclusively him fucking me, probably while I was caged and tormented, as I was right then.

I wasn't bound or chained. I was just standing there, watching. I felt the way my feet ached in the high heels. I felt the weight of the immense fake tits on my chest. I felt the tease of the plug, tight in my ass, knowing it filled me up with Master's cum. I felt my lips tingling, the way they had ever since I'd applied that lipstick. I felt my trapped cock tingling and leaking.

The worst of it all was that in the midst of all those sensations, what I really wanted to feel was Master's cock inside me again. I didn't care if it was in my mouth or buried in my ass. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be used. I wanted nothing more than my day of service to be topped off by me being used as a sexual plaything. I was staring at the base of Master's cock and the tightness of his balls as Mistress bounced up and down on him, her tightness enveloping him again and again, and it was cock that I ached for, not pussy.