My dreams were full, and while the details fled from me as I woke, my morning erection was much more intense than usual. I tried to roll over and hide it, but Cheryl took notice before I did. 

“My my my, look at you,” she joked. “Have I been neglecting you?”

“Oh no, not at all. We’ve been busy, what with the house and everything…”

“Well, maybe we should take a night off soon… and break this bed in right. Don’t you think?”

I fought to keep my face from betraying me. I forced a laugh and a smile.

“Yes, maybe we should.”

I got out of bed and gave her a kiss. Her hands on me felt good. But knowing the danger of disobeying Liam, there was fear and panic in me as well. 

I moved away and slid back into our typical morning routine. Cheryl took note of the time and did so as well. I couldn’t help stealing a few more glances at her, as she stripped out of her little cotton pyjamas and stepped into the shower. My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. She was so sexy, and I wanted to grab her and take her, but I knew that I wasn’t allowed. The man next door controlled when I could fuck my wife, or even masturbate. 

I could feel the sensation of Liam taking me and fucking me. That had been the first time I’d really cheated, by my own previous rule, and of course it was the first man who’d ever fucked me as well. This man had made it clear as well that he intended to fuck her himself. There was no way I could stop his plans, not without total ruin. If he exposed me, I’d lose her anyway. 

I was distracted, but my time with Cheryl in the morning was brief and routine. It bothered me a bit that I realised that I was becoming almost eager for her to leave each morning, as I was anticipating each morning’s tasks. 

Along with those, there was also the unknown. I didn’t know much of Liam at all, but he seemed wicked, devious and creative. He was like the very best of the Doms I’d met online, and he was real and here. No wonder I felt a thrill along with the fear.

My own new routine started as she pulled away. I fetched my things and slid on the panties and the stockings. With a bit of fiddling, I got the chastity cage in place. I closed the lock, very aware in that moment that the key was in his possession and control. 

I had no idea if or when he was coming over, so I set down to work. I started in my office, as I had a whole wall of shelves that were just waiting to be filled by the boxes and boxes of books piled near them. I had gotten through about three boxes when I heard a firm knock at the front door. I drew in a deep breath, ready to begin once more.

It wasn’t Liam knocking. Instead, it was just a rather disinterested-looking courier driver, delivering my package. I thanked him and tucked it under my arm. I opened it back in my office, gathering up all the packing supplies carefully for disposal.  In a pile on my desk were the panties and the sex toys. I had purchased things like this before, but I’d always gotten too afraid of having their hiding places discovered, so I’d thrown them away. I didn’t think that was going to be an option this time. 

My phone chimed with a text.

“I saw the delivery. Make sure the new plug is charged, set up and ready to use. Strip down to just your panties and stockings. Unlock the front door. By 10 am you are to be kneeling by the sliding glass doors at the back of your house, with the new dildo stuck to the door. Start sucking and servicing it and put on a good show until I get there.”

There wasn’t much time, so I got busy quickly. I stripped down first, feeling silly and exposed, even alone in the house. My caged cock made only a small bulge in the front of the panties. Setting up the plug was simple enough. It charged via a provided USB cable that just plugged into my laptop. After that, I just had to download an app to my phone, create an account, and link the plug to it. 

It was time, so I got to the last instruction. Another thing we loved about the house was that there were large sliding glass doors at the breakfast area off the kitchen that allowed direct access to the back deck and the sizable and private backyard.

I knelt down near the doors and wet the base of the dildo and stuck it to the glass. The moulded, all-too-realistic silicone cock jutted out at me. I did one last check of the time, and then started.

It felt silly and strange to be giving this toy a simulated blow job, but it was just one more thing I didn’t have a choice about. In no time I was drooling around it, and trying to battle and overcome my own gag reflex. 

I felt submissive and slutty. I felt depraved and perverted. I had no idea when he might appear, so I just kept servicing the toy, trying to see it as training and practice. I became so focused on the toy that I didn’t notice him at first. There he was, standing on my back deck, with a wide taunting smile on his face and his phone held up, recording more incriminating material. He stood for a moment, and then pulled up one of our deck chairs, to watch and record, making me feel the humiliating torment.

In his own time, he stood up and moved away. A few minutes later, I heard the front door open and his footsteps approaching me. 

“You may stop, but keep your mouth on the dildo,” he instructed.

I knelt there, my mouth full of it.

He moved away, moving around the house for a few moments before returning. 

“Get on all fours. Spread your knees.”

I was able to obey without releasing the toy cock from my mouth.

He tugged my panties down, quickly inspecting me and giving my balls a firm squeeze, causing me to moan around the dildo. Apparently satisfied, he moved on to lubricating my ass and then plugging me. He stood back, apparently satisfied with its fit and appearance inside me enough to take more photos.

I was allowed to free my mouth from the dildo long enough to tell him the passcode to my phone, so that he could access the app, and send whatever information he needed to his own device, allowing him to take control of the toy.

When the thing came to humming life inside me, I moaned in stunned surprise. The vibrations seemed to shake the very core of me. My cock was too well trapped to get fully hard, but I could feel it trying, and the wetness of it leaking precum.

“Very good,” he said, shutting it off. “You may stop sucking, and kneel upright.”

He pulled out one of the breakfast table chairs and sat. 

“Tell me, sissy, has our Cheryl expressed any interest in sex yet? Have you had to make excuses why you aren’t allowed to fuck her?”

“Uhm, just this morning, Master. I had quite an erection this morning, and she made a comment about doing something about it, maybe one evening soon.”

“Do you normally have such morning wood, slut? Or is it only after a real man fucks you?”

I blushed.

“I normally have an erection in the morning, Master, but this one was harder than usual.”

“Enough for Cheryl to take note of it and comment on it, it seems. Very interesting. Don’t you think you should thank me, slut? Thank me for fucking  you into such a remarkable erection?”

“Y.. yess Master. Thank you, Master. Thank you for fucking me so good that I got so hard, Master.”

“You are welcome. Given that you’re barely a man at all, I hadn’t really expected your wife to come sniffing around for sex so quickly, but perhaps she’s more of a depraved slut than I had thought. Or perhaps you’ve been leaving her less satisfied than I suspected. Either way, things need to be prepared, for if and when I permit you to fuck her.”

“Prepared, Master?”

“Yes, slut. You are not to be unsupervised or left to your own devices in such areas. Luckily, I have the resources to have things prepared. In a few moments, you are going to put on some clothes overtop of your slutty little panties and run some errands. While you’re gone, some work will be done here in your lovely new home. Some rather imperceptible but very high-resolution cameras are going to be installed. We will start with your bedroom and shower and your office, but you should expect that there will be no part of your house that will escape your Master’s observation.

You should get used to the idea that I’m not just taking these things from you, but you’re giving them to me. You’ve invited me in, and you know fully what is going to happen, so if I choose to use photos of your pretty little wife in the shower to turn her into a secret porn star, it will be you that allowed it. In fact, why don’t you look right in the camera, and ask me to do it.”

He held up his phone again, pointed right at me, as I knelt there in panties.

“Please Master, will you install cameras so that  you can take photos of my wife and use those pictures as you wish?”

“Do you want me to do that, sissy?”

“I do, Master, I want you to install cameras.”

“And you want me to take photos of your wife? Photos of her dressing and undressing? Photos of her showering?”

“Yes I do, Master.”

“And photos and video of you fucking her, if I allow you to?”

“Yes, Master. Please Master”

There was such depravity and submission in this that I was finding myself getting so aroused, and my caged cock was leaking.

“Good girl. Since you asked so nicely, then I will do all those things. You may go get dressed now.”

I stood and went back to my office, to redress in the pants and shirt I’d left there. I found my wallet and keys by the front door and stuffed them in my pocket. The plug felt large but dormant inside me.

“Look at you. No one would know that you’re a submissive little sissy whore underneath those clothes, never mind one who is all but begging me to cuckold him.”

My face burned red.

“Alright. There are a couple things you need to achieve during your errands. First, you are to make a copy of your house keys for me. Second, there are some more things you will need from the adult toy store: a padded leather blindfold, a ring gag, padded and locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a locking leather collar. Don’t worry about remembering it all; I’ve made you a list along with the store address.”

My mind was reeling, thinking these items and tasks over. I had just felt it sink in, that I was about to give him the keys to our home, when the list of kinky toys just kept continuing. 

“Once you’ve done with those, you can find a coffee shop to wait at or something. I will signal you with your plug when you can return. Now, I’ve got a lot of work to do here, so you’d best be off.”

I barely had time to slide on my shoes, with no socks to hide the stockings at my ankles, before he was rushing me out the door. Somehow, out in the world, it felt even more powerful and humiliating to be wearing these things under my clothes. There was a secret power he held, that only he knew about.

I pulled my car out of the garage and headed out, planning to head to the hardware store first to get the keys cut. As I neared the end of our street, a large white van passed me heading in the other direction, and I couldn’t help but imagine it full of A/V equipment, heading to my house.