Secrets Ch 55

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I felt such relief when I finally heard the door opening, which only raised me a greater height to fall from when I realized that the footsteps entering the house were too heavy, and too numerous to be those of Jane returning home to release me. There had been no knock, so I couldn't quite imagine that it was just someone off the street. There was the briefest moment of relief when I saw Master's face, but that evaporated when I saw that he was not alone, and that there were two other men along with him.

The man right behind him was perhaps an inch or two taller than Master, and he looked large and strong and muscular. Behind them both, the third man was perhaps 5'-10" in height, more slight in build but still fit and handsome. I couldn't help but notice that this third man had a thin steel collar around his neck that was nearly identical to mine. Other than that, however, he was dressed in the same normal, casual manner as the others.

"Make yourselves at home," Master said to his friends, so far not addressing me at all, though both of the men began staring at me as soon as they were deep in the house for me to be visible.

"A very nice home," said the second man. "I take it that the maid here is sometimes allowed to tend to her chores?"

"Yes, Brian. I think that Dolly's particular predicament today is a special occasion, perhaps even specifically for your benefit," Master answered.

"Francis, do clear away this tray," the second man who I gathered was named Brian instructed. "I don't care for things to be untidy, as you know."

"Yes, Sir," answered the third man, and he quickly picked up the coffee tray, carrying it in the direction of the kitchen.

My eyes followed them all as they moved around. Brian, the dominant-seeming one, seemed to be getting the lay of the land, looking around at the house and room in general before checking me out from head to toe. Under his gaze, I found myself recognizing just how silly and ridiculous I looked. The high heels and stockings did what they could for my legs, and the breast forms gave me some curves, but it didn't take much looking to see that I was a man dressed up, rather than a sexy woman.

Even so, there was a kind of hunger or want in the way he looked at me. It was as though his imagination was stirring, starting to compile a list of the ways I might be used to give him some pleasure. It was frightening and thrilling, to feel so insecure and helpless in my own house.

It wasn't long before Francis returned. Even if he hadn't been wearing a collar, it would have become quickly evident that he was submissive to Brian. He seemed to defer to him, and even to Master, in the way he moved and held himself. He was allowed to dress as a man, though. He wore a collar, but he wasn't required to be emasculated and degraded in the kinds of uniform that I was displayed in. I wondered if he too was caged or plugged, or if he wore panties underneath his jeans.

"There are toys and devices in the car, Francis," Master started speaking. "Fetch them, making sure you have all the restraints."

"Yes, Sir," he answered and promptly slipped back out the front door.

Master and Brian chatted as they waited, but it was as though there was a buzzing in my head, keeping me from understanding or retaining any memory of what they talked about. I imagined some nosey neighbour seeing a strange car in the driveway, or wondering who these men were that were coming in and out.

When Francis returned, he was carrying a black canvas bag the size of something someone would carry to the gym. He placed it on the floor and opened it up, and even from where I could see that it was full of looped lengths of rope, leather straps and chains. Master and Brian pulled things out and got things organized as Francis stood there, now taking his turn to visually inspect me.

I had been strapped against the cross for so long that it was a bit nerve-wracking when I felt them approach and begin to release me from it. It was a relief to feel my arms fall and to be able to stand without my legs being so widely spread. Noone made any move to remove my gag, however, and I wasn't about to simply reach up and remove it myself, so I stood there, feeling less than all three of them, thanks to my inability to speak as well and because of my clothing.

"This is Dolly," Master said, finally providing some kind of introduction. "Dolly belongs to her wife and now-Mistress. We have been given permission to entertain ourselves with Dolly, so we will express our thanks for this with enthusiasm and imagination."

"What did you have in mind?" Brian asked.

"To be honest, I've been thinking of something a little different for this slutty little maid. I can tell you that she is just so obedient and so submissive. She had discovered a real hunger for cock, so she goes down on men so willingly. I thought it might be fun, knowing how readily she would offer herself anyway, to take away that choice," Master said.

"Sounds intriguing," Brian commented.

"I hope so," Master said. "Francis, guide Dolly over behind the back of the sofa. Use some rope to secure her wrist cuffs to the feet of it. Let's get her nice and spread."

Francis came to me and guided me as Master had instructed.

"Make sure you get those panties off first," Master commented. "We could cut them off, but why be wasteful."

He reached under my skirt and I felt his fingers finding the fabric of my pretty, lacy underwear, and I blushed as he tugged them down and off, but I had no time to linger in that emotion alone. It was frustrating to feel my legs spread wide again so soon. This time they seemed to be tugged even wider than they had been by the cross.

"Good. That will do," Master commented. "Now let's see those rope skills of yours as you truss her arms behind her as well. See if you can't get her elbows to touch."

My eyes widened, but I don't think anyone cared or noticed. Francis, behind me, just set to work looping rope around my wrists and then cinching them securely. I could only feel him working, adjusting the position of the ropes and tying knots. With my wrists snug, she added more rope at my forearms, and I could feel my arms pulled back even farther, my shoulders forced back. I could feel the front of my uniform straining as my posture was forcing my fake breasts out.

More loops were cinched and knotted, and once again I felt entirely helpless. That feeling only grew deeper when I noticed Brian moving behind me and placing hands on me, pushing me forward so that I was bent over the back of the couch. It didn't take a lot of imagination to interpret the sounds that I heard behind me as he was obviously unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

He didn't bother to address me or warn me. He just reached down and rather roughly tugged the plug from my ass. He smeared a bit of cold, thick lube between my cheeks and then I felt him guide his cock to me. After a bit of jabbing about, his erection was pushing at my stretched-feeling ass and he thrust forward, pushing my thighs against the back of the sofa.

I moaned against the gag, making me sputter with foaming saliva oozing past my lips. There was nothing I could do but take this use. I wasn't even a submissive or a partner in this act -- I was just a warm hole for this man to fuck. He was thick and hard, and he rammed his full length into me with little preamble. He wasn't rushed or urgent. Instead, it felt like he was taking his time. Why wouldn't he? There was nowhere I could go, nor nothing I could do until he chose to be finished.

The pressure of his living cock inside me was turning me on and making me leak. I could feel my own cock, locked and trapped, start to tingle and throb, the ache growing into pain thanks to the tiny cage.

I thought, when Master moved in front of me, that he was just getting a better vantage point from which to watch my use. As I watched, however, he too opened up his pants and pushed them down and open, freeing his cock which was already quite hard as it popped out into the open. I was bent so far forward that he was only a few inches from my face, but I had no use of my hands or mouth to do anything about it.

Rather than tend to himself, he called Francis over.

"Stroke me," he commanded. "Keep me aimed at Dolly."

I moaned anew, watching Francis wrap his hands around Master's erection and begin to stroke him. He did his best, keeping the glistening head aimed towards my face as Brian's thrusts had me bobbing and bouncing. I was jealous of Francis, getting to touch Master and getting to so directly arouse him. Behind me, I felt and heard Brian's arousal slowly increasing. It was maddening how paced and in control he seemed, as I felt like I was losing control as well as losing my sanity.

I so desperately wanted to touch Master, or anyone. I wanted to taste the throbbing cock that was growing and pulsing but was just out of reach. My own arousal was punishing me.

Finally I felt Brian's pace change. He was pounding me faster and harder, ramming himself forward almost angrily. He grunted hard as he came, and I could feel the warmth of his load explode into me. He pumped a few more times, ensuring that he'd finished and spent every drop, then pulled back.

I felt so wide open and so used, and there was nothing I could do, even as I felt the shame of his spent load starting to ooze out of me and down my thigh.

"Make me cum, Francis, and I'll let you fuck Dolly next," Master grunted.

I strained in place, watching this man be allowed to touch and stroke Master. It was happening so close to me, but all I could do was try to stay still and wait. It was a unique perspective to view Master's arousal from, and eventually Francis did achieve his goal. Master came, spraying and spurting his warm load across my face and gagged lips.

I could feel the heat of it and its texture as it oozed and dripped over me, but it was so frustrating not to be able to truly taste it or take it in. I got the slightest hint from those drops that reached my lips, but my drooling mouth worked against me.

"Well done, Francis," Master moaned once every last drop had been milked from his cock. "If you'd like, you may fuck Dolly as well."

"Oh, thank you very much, Sir," Francis responded with such enthusiasm that it made me wonder if he was denied orgasm or direct sensation as much as I was.

Without further cues, Francis stripped off all of his clothing. He did it so naturally and without prompting that I had to assume that it was part of his routine and conditioning. I could see that he did in fact wear a chastity device, and he walked over to Brian to ask him to unlock and remove it. Brian pulled the key out of his pocket and freed his submissive from the device.

I could see him start to grow as soon as it slid off of him. He was completely smooth beneath it, without any tattoos or markings. I lost sight of him, however, as he moved in behind me.

I drew in a deep breath as I felt his hands on my hips. Bent over and bound, it took effort to not just sink forward, but I wanted to express my obedience and submission in any way that I could, and holding this posture seemed to be all that was being asked of me at the moment.

I felt him guide his freshly freed erection to me. He was lubricated by his own Dominant's cum, still leaking from me, as he pushed forward into me. He had obviously kept stiffening and growing after he'd left my eyeline, as he felt so large inside me. The cage he'd worn had done an excellent job of hiding and controlling his natural size. I moaned into the gag as he built up his rhythm. He moved slowly inside me -- not quite tentatively, but perhaps carefully. It left me tormented, as my mind seemed to scream out for him to fuck me hard, wanting the pressure of his cock pounding at my prostate to perhaps bring me to my own orgasm as well.

It finally came to me that, if he had been caged for any length of time, he must be nearly overwhelmed with the sensations he was currently experiencing. I became convinced that he was moving so slowly and gently inside to lengthen his own experience, not out of any concern or consideration for me. I squeezed him tighter inside me. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to urge him to go harder, to finish faster, or just to share some of the torment that was wracking my mind at the moment.

Master and Brian had found a way to use pleasure as a torment for this man, and they were using me to do it, making me an implement of their plans. I hadn't been allowed to move freely or even speak since they'd arrived. I was something to be looked at, giggled at, stared at. I was dressed up as a show or display, needing nothing more to have my situation of complete ownership revealed.

I could feel the weight of the fake breasts on my chest. I felt the warmth and tightness of the stockings around my legs, and the ache of having to stand on my high heels through off of this. Master's cum was drying on my face, cooling and stiffening now. My jaw ached, the gag so full in my mouth, leaving me constantly drooling around it, robbed of the ability to form words or even control the dribble of saliva from my lips.

All I could do was moan, and grip this man tight in my ass as he methodically fucked me. After a while, even Master and Brian started teasing him about how slowly he was moving. Brian moved behind him and started, from the sound of it, spanking his ass with a bare hand, urging him to move faster and drive deeper.

Like a pony being flogged, Francis obeyed, and I was filled up with increasing speed and depth. I could see Master, in the corner of my eye, watching and smiling, as Brian urged Francis on, with words and smacks. He just kept urging him on, telling him to make good use of this gift. It took only a few minutes of that and Francis succumbed. I felt his massive shaft inside me twitching and pulsing and then spurting one more load of fresh, warm cum up inside my ass.

Both Brian and Master cheered him on, literally applauding him. I could hear Francis panting. When he staggered back, leaving me wide open once more, I felt a plug pushed mercilessly into me, sealing me full.

I was helped to stand upright once more, and I saw Francis at my feet, removing the ropes that tugged my legs wide. Master turned me towards him, smiled, and reached back to remove my gag.

I was still sputtering, stretching my jaw and licking my lips when he gave me a command I was finally free to obey.

"Clean him," Master said.

I nodded and slid down to my knees. Francis stepped forward and offered himself to my mouth. I had to tilt my head at times, reaching my lips and tongue underneath him, but I did my best, licking at him and sucking to slurp up the blend of his cum and Brian's. He stayed soft nearly the whole time, which made my job more challenging. He was only just beginning to show signs of stiffening once more when he was pulled backwards, leaving me kneeling there with my tongue extended in a rather pathetic and needy-looking tableau for a moment.

Brian locked Francis's chastity cage back on and then he re-dressed himself.

"Thank you, Master," he said to Brian, and then "Thank you, Sir," to my past Master.

Of course, no thanks were given to me.

I began to notice Francis start to tidy up, coiling the ropes that had been used at my ankles and packing them away. With a nod, he began to free my arms as well. It was a huge relief to feel the pressure at my shoulders released and, as soon as the ropes were off of me, they were being packed away.

Before I could even think of daring to ask anything, Francis was putting my gag back in place, sealing the taste of him inside my mouth. He was in both my mouth and ass, I thought and blushed to myself. He helped me to my feet and even helped me back into my panties, tugging them up my legs and lifting my skirt to make sure they were properly in place, cupping my caged cock for a moment to adjust me inside them.

"Time to put you back," Master said.

There was something cruel about making me walk over to the cross of my own free will and lift my arms up, so that Francis could lock me back onto it. Once my arms were stretched up and secure again, he guided me to step my legs wide so that my ankles could be cuffed as well.

Brian smiled and nodded, and Master looked me up and down. If it wasn't for the dried cum on my face and the smeared makeup, no one would know that they had been there. Actually, I thought as they made for the front door, Francis had at least cleaned away the coffee tray.

"Enjoy the rest of your day, Dolly," Master teased from the living room doorway, and then the door slammed and they were gone.

The silence was so quick and overwhelming. It felt like all there was to listen to was my own heart beating. I moved as much as I could, which was not a lot, but I could move enough to feel the tightness on my face as Master's cum seemed fully dry now. It began to sink into me that I had the cum of three different men on me or in me. They had come into my home and taken me -- I knew that the person I'd become would have given myself and my submission to them, likely eagerly, but they hadn't bothered to ask. They had known they would find me here, in this position.

My predicament, then and again now, was the one that my wife and now-Mistress had chosen for me, perhaps along with Jennifer's encouragement. Mistress had given me to these men. I knew it in my soul. I didn't know the details or the particular instruction, but in one way or another, Mistress had offered my body to them for use and pleasure. She had collared me and marked me, and I was hers to give, in this way and in who knew how many others.

I ached. Being fucked, I'd gotten close to sissygasm, but not quite there. Francis had moved too slowly and then climaxed too quickly. All that led to true mind-fuck of the completeness of this realization. It didn't hurt me that Mistress had offered me up for use, no, it was arousing me. I was coming to realize just how completely I wanted to have my life and self be hers, no matter the sacrifice.

Interlude

Jane and Jennifer woke from their nap in front of the television and smiled at each other with the pure decadence of it. They stood and stretched and shut the TV off, letting the quiet of the house convince them they were alone. There was something so wonderful about having the rest of the day stretching out before them without a single errand or housekeeping need staining their plans.

"Are you hungry?" Jennifer asked.

"I am a bit," Jane answered, "but the last thing in the world I want to do is cook. And my damned maid isn't here."

"Brunch out it is," Jennifer announced, laughing along with her.

The two of them got themselves together, with Jane borrowing a few more pieces of clothing, so she could look presentable and even a bit sexy. Jennifer knew a place not too far away and, since neither of them felt like being the designated driver, they called an Uber and within 20 minutes they were sitting out on a patio as the day warmed up, while their handsome server had been sent to fetch them mimosas.

"Life's not bad, is it?" Jennifer said, looking out across the patio, seeing the other tables full of people enjoying their days and meals, and watching their server walk away in his fell-fitting khakis.

"Not bad at all," Jane replied.

"I noticed the waiter giving you the eye," Jennifer teased.

"Funny, I thought that he was looking at you. Though I will admit that this top looks kind of good on me," Jane smiled.

Jane had selected a tank top with spaghetti straps along with a matching pleated tennis skirt, with a light white cardigan over it which tied at the waist and did a nice job of framing the view of her cleavage the top offered. It used to bother her when men had a hard time keeping their gaze above her neck, but now she was finding it sort of amusing. It made it clear which men were interested, and she now had the confidence to know that if all it usually took was a bit of her attention and she was almost guaranteed to have them in her bed if she wanted.