I think it was waking up naked that reminded Cheryl what had happened the night before, but of course only the parts she was awake for. She kissed me eagerly. I couldn’t truly enjoy the kiss, as I was immediately afraid that she’d taste Liam’s cum on my tongue. It was probably in my imagination, but I felt like I could still taste it exactly.

Other than her good mood, she didn’t mention anything about any details or specifics, and certainly nothing about falling asleep with my face between her thighs. She joked about my obvious appreciation of the way her gifts looked on her. It was only when she sheepishly asked me if I had remembered to use protection that I was convinced that she didn’t recall a thing about how her night had ended. She just assumed that we’d had sex and I didn’t correct her. 

She was in such a good mood, practically skipping around the house as she prepared for her day. It also didn’t hurt that it was Friday and, even with her enjoyment of her new job, she was still looking forward to the weekend. 

She gave me another long kiss on her way out, but if she noticed any strange taste in my mouth, she didn’t mention it. 

She drove away and I got myself prepared as required, in my panties and stockings, with the chastity cage locked back on. I remembered to put the plug on its charger as well. Liam hadn’t provided me any hints or suggestions at all about today, so I decided to do some work around the house while I waited for that eventual text or call or knock on the door. 

Hours went by without anything. I eventually started into some longer tasks, taking on setting up another one of the bedrooms upstairs and then getting back to my own work. All through it, I felt the silky touch of the panties stretched over my ass and the warm, smooth sensation of the stockings over my legs.

The time to myself, teased by all these sensations, caused all the experiences and sensations of the week to race through my mind over and over. In such a short time, my deepest secrets had been exposed, and this man next door now held an ever-increasing cache of photographs and videos of me that only increased his hold over me. He’s already used that power to control me masturbating, as well as having me submit to him fucking my ass and mouth.

After last night, it wasn’t just power over me. I had no idea how many cameras had been installed, or where they all were, but I was sure that he’d captured plenty of images of Cheryl getting undressed and then dressed in the lingerie he’d chosen for her. There was surely explicit video coverage of me going down on her, and then images of her laying across the bed, stripped by my own hands. 

My caged cock leaked with arousal at the enforced reality of it all. 

Checking the time, I realised it was nearly 1:00, so I decided to take a break. I fixed myself a sandwich and brought it back to my office. I opened up my laptop and signed into my porn and gooning sites. 

I had barely started looking around when a DM arrived from MasterLiam. 

“If the cage and panties aren’t enough stimulation for you, get the plug and fill your ass. Now.” 

I rose up, feeling a kind of panic, and fetched the plug. I used a bit of lube, on it and on me, and then pushed down my pants and panties. I leaned forward, took a deep breath, trying to relax, and then pushed and twisted and prodded it up inside me. I sighed when the full width of it entered me, and I felt my body suck it in, until its wide base nestled between my ass cheeks. I redressed and returned to the computer.

I knew he could be watching, or that he’d see that the plug was now online and available, but I responded to the DM online as well.

“I am plugged, Master.”

“Good,” was his only response, and then I saw the little dot next to his name go from green to black, indicating that he’d signed off.

I went back to looking around, watching the stream of arousing images flow by, and seeing the messages of like-minded perverts, chatting and sharing as they always did. It felt different now for me, like I’d taken a step farther. There had been others online who seemed to be living their fantasies more than I had been able to, but now perhaps I’d joined their ranks. I was plugged and caged, dressed in panties, and I was certainly no longer in control.

My cock ached, and there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to log out and get back to work. I found myself being incredibly productive. I felt watched and supervised, so I was working hard. Without the ability to touch or stroke, looking at the things I usually looked at when I was wasting time caused me frustration and even physical pain within the cage. I was horny. I was teased and aroused and frustrated. I had to admit to myself that despite my humiliation and the sexual confusion of becoming a plaything for another man, I was hungry to feel it again. 

With every step around my own house, I imagined this man watching me, controlling me, teasing me. I tried to anticipate what he might have in mind for me, but without much success.  

My mind would wander, as I was searching through emails, or moving things around, and I would feel the vivid memory of when  he bent me over the edge of my bed. It wasn’t just the feeling of his cock — his real, flesh-and-blood cock — but it was everything that went with it. I’d been taken by a man. I’d been fucked someone else in the bed I shared with my wife. I had submitted to him. There was the leverage he had over me, but if I was honest with myself I knew that his nature gave him perhaps as much power over me as the blackmail did.

By mid-afternoon I was trying to get myself to accept that he might have chosen just to tease me from afar for the day. There had been the panties and the stockings, and there had been the cage and then the plug, not to mention the feeling that he’d been watching me all day, and I tried to make myself accept that that might just be the way it was. My internal reaction to this only made me feel more depraved. Was I really so far gone already that just one day made me horny and desperate? One day I suck cock for the first time, and the next day I’m already hungry for more? I didn’t know how I could sink so quickly, but the reaction of my body was impossible to argue with. 

As the day drew to an end, I looked around amazed at all that I’d completed. The frustration had sent me into overdrive. I knew that it would make Cheryl happy, to see how much had been completed, but at the same time I felt guilty for how part of me wished it was Master who would be arriving soon rather than her.

With my private time nearly gone, I got undressed and removed my panties and stockings, and tucked them away. I eased the plug out with a soft moan, cleaned it and put it away as well. It wasn’t until that moment that I realised that I couldn’t remove the cage myself — I didn’t have the key. Master did. 

I had never contacted him first before, and it felt almost dangerous to do so. I pulled on underwear and pants, put everything away as much as I could, then went to the living room window to look down the street. I felt panic, wondering how long I had before Cheryl’s car would be pulling in. 

My phone chimed with an incoming text. It was from Liam, and I felt like my heart would explode, reading it. 

“Reservations have been made in your name at 7:00 pm at an Italian restaurant downtown named Sottomessa. You will take Cheryl to dinner. At 7:30, excuse yourself and go to the men’s room. Go to the last stall and there you will be able to earn the key to your chastity cage.”

Just as I finished reading the text, Cheryl’s car pulled in.

Every moment near her, I was hyper-aware of the presence of the cage locked onto me. I didn’t want to let her get too close, for fear that she’d feel it on me if she gave me a hug, or brushed against me. There was just no way I could explain it.

She was excited about how much had gotten done around the house, and even more excited about the idea of going out to dinner and exploring the city that was new to us. She decided to take a shower before we left, and when she came back downstairs afterwards, she looked incredible. I was reminded again just how sexy and beautiful she was. My cock throbbed with frustrated arousal just looking at how well the dress she’d chosen clung to her body.

Time dragged for me, but finally, it was time to head out. I found the place with little trouble, and I breathed another silent sigh of relief upon entering, as it looked charming and wonderful. 

Sitting across from her, with the table between us, allowed me to relax a little. The wine we ordered helped as well. We placed our order with the helpful young waitress, and then relaxed into conversation. I could only relax so much, with my eye kept on the time as discreetly as I could.  

At 7:30 exactly I excused myself and went to find the men’s room. My heart was pounding, but I was sure I’d almost made it. Once this was done, I’d finally be able to fully relax and put these nerves and fears behind me.

The men’s room was empty, as was the last stall. I stepped inside and closed the stall door. I looked around, and didn’t see any sign of a note or envelope or anywhere the key might be hidden. With every minute that passed, I felt my absence from the table grow more troubling. I was about to bail out when I heard the washroom door open. Heavy footsteps came trudging towards me, and stopped right outside the stall door.

“You Crissy?” an unknown voice grunted.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, my heart pounding.

“Open the door.”

I pushed the stall door open and without a word he stepped inside and pushed me down to sit on the toilet in front of him. 

“Your Master told me you’d know what to do,” he said, and then unzipped his fly and took out his cock.

What was I to do? He was standing there, between me and the door, and he clearly knew my name and as much of my predicament as he needed to. Cheryl was out there waiting, probably starting to wonder about me.

I reached out and guided his cock to my mouth. Taking advantage of the fact that my hands weren’t cuffed, I started to stroke his shaft firmly and quickly, while my head bobbed up and down on him. It was urgent and hungry and desperate, and he moaned and grunted as I serviced him. He started to cum, and he held my tight onto him, spurting his warm load down my throat. As soon as he finished, he tucked his cock away and pushed the door open, walking away from me. 

“Sir? The key?” I pleaded with him.

“Oh yeah. Here.”

He pushed a folded piece of paper at me. It read, “The key will be in your desk drawer at home.”

I didn’t even have time to let that sink in. I just got myself together as best I could and rushed back to the table.

“Are you okay, honey?” she asked with real concern. 

“Oh yes, sorry… Just bad timing, I guess.”

“You look a little flushed. Are you sure you’re okay? We don’t have to stay.”

“No no, I’m fine. I want to stay and enjoy the night.”

I picked up my wine and took a long slow sip, trying to get the taste of the stranger’s cum out of my mouth.