He took his time.
My thoughts travelled through shame and fear and amazement and lust and confusion, again and again. The physical sensations were also overwhelming my ability to think clearly. My ass felt sore from use, while at the same time feeling the familiar arousing tease from the fullness of the plug. For so long, I’d used plugs to tease myself, or as the instrument of another finding a physical way to express their control over me, that it was seemingly impossible not to feel submissive and aroused when I had one inside me.
My shoulders were tight too, as the cuffs held my arms back tightly. I might have been able to roll over, maybe even stand, but I knew that wasn’t what he wanted of me.
Finally, he emerged, looking refreshed and happy. He came over, freed my wrists and helped me back up to my feet.
He looked at me intently.
“I want you to be honest with me, slut. Do you have any regrets about being the first one fucked in this house, or about the changes to your life that are about to start?”
I let the thoughts and emotions simmer in my mind before answering.
“Master, I think I will always feel a bit of guilt when I have these secrets from her. But at the same time, I can’t deny the effect this all has on me. I’ve been just as aroused as I have been afraid. I’ve had fantasies like this for so long that it’s hard to imagine that this is really happening.”
“That’s good, slut. I understand that you’re confused, as when you got married you probably imagined that you were a man, or that you could be one. You didn’t really know that you were a submissive sissy slut at heart, totally and completely. You have me to help with that now. You’re going to do things for me that you probably never imagined you would, beyond your most depraved dreams. I’m going to take things that you might not have thought you’d be ready to give up. You don’t make these choices any more, do you?”
“No... No, Master, I don’t.”
“Who does?”
“You do, Master.”
“That’s right. Your Master makes these choices, from now on.”
He turned to walk out of the bedroom.
“I’m going to leave now. You’re going to remain caged and plugged all day. I might just stop by at any time to check on you, so don’t get any ideas about taking that plug out early. Since it seems you’re home alone during the work week, you shouldn’t have any trouble accepting packages. I will be back before your wife gets home, to unlock your little cage. When I get here, I will expect you to show me that you’ve gone online and purchased at least seven pairs of panties in your size, as well as four pairs of stockings. I also want to see proof of purchase for a new dildo, at least eight inches, with a suction cup base, along with a remote control plug for that sissy pussy of yours. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
“Good girl. I’ll see you later.”
I sat there a while, letting it all sink in. I was his. He’d taken control. I didn’t choose for this to happen, not like this, and not right here in my own house, but that didn’t matter any more. Now I just needed to obey him. There was a kind of kindness or understanding in him, but at the same time I didn’t for a moment forget the power he now held over me, nor doubt his willingness to use it.
I made my way back downstairs, finding my discarded clothes in my office. I slid them back on, and sat down at my desk. The plug inside me was a constant tease, and my mind convinced me that I could feel his load of cum swirling around inside me. The cage held me secure and tight, frustrating any attempt to even get hard.
I managed to find a decent lingerie sizing guide at a plus-size women’s store website, and determined what sizes of panties and stockings I should be ordering. With that information, it was easy to find things that I liked enough to order. Narrowing them down to seven was a harder task. Amazon also made it easy to find the dildo and plug that he wanted me to have.
The details of the plug made my heart stir and my cock twinge again inside the cage. The idea that he would be able to bring a toy inside me to life, no matter where he was, was tormenting and intense. I added them to the cart as well. I had a stash of amazon gift cards to pay with, keeping the purchase off of my credit card statement. I printed out the order confirmation to have on hand when he came to check on me, and I thought that I should probably get a shredder as well.
I struggled to concentrate on work, and after a couple of hours I simply gave up on it. Doing the physical work of unpacking and organising meant more movement, and more physical and mental torment thanks to the toys, but at least I could get something accomplished.