I felt so completely helpless. Helpless in the grip of the cuffs and the cage, and helpless against my depraved hunger and lust. I felt the sensation of the lipstick on my lips as they closed tight around Liam’s stiffening cock, sliding up and down as my head bobbed. Without the use of my hands, I had to lean in and move with my body and head. My lips were tight around him, my tongue slid all around him, and my fake tits were jiggling and bouncing. I felt the plug so full and heavy inside me, squeezed tight as I moved and served.
I couldn’t understand the lust I felt. I knew, somewhere deep down, that a “normal” man wouldn’t. The very cock that had just been enthusiastically pounding my wife’s pussy and stretching my wife’s ass was now tightly slurped into my mouth. I tried to taste her on him, but there was nothing but the now-familiar taste of my Master’s cock and precum.
Liam was moaning softly, clearly enjoying himself. Despite his full day, he had gotten hard quickly, and his hips were now pushing back against my motion. I gasped and drooled and moaned around him, fighting to take as much of his girth as I could. Normally, I would have been stroking and squeezing the base of his cock as well, but I had been denied that option this time.
My desire to please him was urging me on, as was the very real fear of not knowing when Cheryl would return home. Liam and Lydia had shown me very clearly today that there didn’t seem to be much that they weren’t willing to take from me.
I worked and sucked and strained, feeling him get slowly harder. I listened to the sounds he made as I moved up and down his cock, and as he jabbed against the back of my throat. All I could do was take it all, slurping and sucking as best I could, aching to earn the warm content of his balls.
He pushed with his hips as I drove myself forward, nearly gagging with the size of him. Finally, he came. Finally, I felt that familiar tensing of his cock followed by urgent thrusts. Finally, I tasted the warm, salty spurt of his load on my tongue and felt it sliding down the back of my throat. He held my head on him until his orgasm was spent and then released me, leaving me panting and sputtering. I swallowed every drop and licked my drooling lips. My eyes watered as I looked up at him.
He slid back and pulled his pants back up then continued to look down at me, kneeling there. He gave a silent smile and took a few more photos before reaching out to help me stand.
He left me cuffed as he led me downstairs. He opened up my hidden room and had me stand inside as he began to undress me. Off came the heels and the corset and the wig. My arms hung by my sides after he freed me from the cuffs. His own hands removed my stockings and garters and bra. I felt so small and weak and owned as I stood there, naked and collared and caged and plugged. It was somehow even more humiliating to feel his warm, strong hands remove my chastity cage as well. With the plug inside me, I swelled a bit, but I still felt so small and soft in his hands.
The last thing he removed was the collar.
“I know you feel this, even when you’re not wearing it. I know you know you’re mine, even when you’re with her.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied. “Crissy knows that she is yours, Master.”
“Good girl. You can head up and shower now, sissy. Get yourself ready for a nice, relaxing evening at home with your pretty wife. You know that her ass is mine, though she won’t be able to express that to you. To help you remember, you’re going to stay plugged tonight. All night. Do you understand?”
I ached at the sound of those words, knowing how it would tease me.
“Yes, Master. Crissy understands.”
“Say it.”
“Yes, Master. Crissy will stay plugged all evening and all night, to remind her that Cheryl’s ass belongs to Master.”
“Good girl. Have a fun night.”
Liam turned and walked away, leaving me there naked and a bit stunned. I took in a few deep breaths before remembering myself and the time. Once my senses returned to me, I closed up the room and rushed upstairs. I gathered up some casual clothes to put on and brought them into the bathroom with me. I got the shower running nice and hot and then stepped inside.
Scrubbing off the makeup was the hardest, but I had to erase the evidence of how I had been decorated. I thought of how silly it would be to watch that whole ordeal in silence just to have the shameful secret come out because I missed wiping away lipstick.
Under the shower of the water, the thoughts of all that I had witnessed come back. It had been so strange, watching Lydia’s hands all over Cheryl, as though my own wife had somehow come to star in some kinky lesbian porn film. I had been somehow prepared for that part, however. What had come as a surprise and what seemed to have left some real marks on my mind was watching her with Liam.
I knew firsthand that arousal and lust can make someone say things they don’t always mean, but there had been such truth in her expression and tone. Whether it was because of the size of his cock or the way he was so firm and strong with her, she had wanted him. She had wanted Liam in a way that I don’t know that she had ever wanted me. She had been desperate to have him take her, and she had been left fully and totally satisfied. This wasn’t the first time I’d been made to wonder if she really would be happier with another lover, or another man.
I forced myself to stop wallowing in what was starting to seem like self-pity and finish my shower. The marks of the corset and lingerie on my body were mostly gone, though I was still kind of shocked, seeing the effects of the pills on my naked body.
I hid that secret away under my jeans and a loose t-shirt. The plug, nestled between my ass cheeks, was every bit the constant reminder that I was sure Liam wished it to be. I strolled downstairs and found that I was still alone in the house. I took a few moments to look around, just making sure there was no evidence of my own debauchery to be found.
Satisfied, I finally started to relax as much as my plugged and teased body would allow me. It was getting late, so I started to make dinner. It was nice to be able to focus on something else and I imagined that Cheryl, when and if she did return tonight, would be famished.
Finally, just as I was setting the table, I heard the front door open. I moved to be sure it was Cheryl, and then felt overwhelmed by the need to go to her and hug her. We held each other warmly without a word for a few moments.
There was no way to get into all that I was thinking, especially since I was not supposed to know a thing that had happened to her since Lydia picked her up after our breakfast.
“Did you have a good day?” I asked, trying to find a safe way to stay around the edges.
“Yes, it was good. We had fun. How about you?”
“It was good. Quiet. Mostly hanging around, but it was good.”
“Oh, I hope you weren’t bored. I did kind of feel bad, leaving so abruptly.”
“You don’t have to at all. Please. It really is okay.”
“Did you have time today to start thinking about what you might want to try?”
I did not feel at all ready to talk about my kinky desires with her at that moment. I just felt this fear that was always there with her for me when this topic came up, though I was becoming aware of how ridiculous that was now.
“I thought about it, but I haven’t gotten to making any plans yet. I will though.”
“I’m glad. I think it will be good for you.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“What smells so good?” she asked, finally taking a few steps deeper into the house.
“I made tacos,” I said with a smile.
“Oh, that’s amazing. And they’re ready?” Her face lit up.
“All ready to eat. Come on.”
We ate at the kitchen table, making the tacos fresh from the bowls of ingredients I had prepared. It turned out we were both quite hungry and we cleaned nearly every plate. Afterwards, I poured us a couple glasses of wine and we moved to the living room to relax in front of the TV. We made it through just one of our guilty pleasure reality shows before I realised she was asleep.
I knew she wouldn’t want to spend the night on the couch, so I roused her just enough to get her onto her feet. She was in a half-asleep daze as I walked her up to our bed. She flopped down on the bed and I knelt down to help her out of her jeans. I slipped them down off her legs and was just thinking about trying to judge if she’d want her bra off to sleep when I noticed the barely visible outline of the butt plug through her panties.
I froze. She was still full of Liam’s cum. I was sure of it.
As gently as I could, I positioned her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. I backed out of her bedroom, turned off the light, and closed the door.
I decided, standing there outside our bedroom door, that if she asked in the morning about me getting her undressed, I would just pretend that I hadn’t seen a thing. I stood there for a moment, facing the blank closed door and I nodded to myself, sure that this was the right thing to do. As I walked away, I was aware, with every step, of the plug in my own ass as well. Somehow, Liam had taken control of us both.
I poured myself a drink and collapsed onto the couch in the living room. I kept hearing Cheryl’s voice, over and over again, moaning with pleasure and begging for real satisfaction. I was beginning to wonder if, while I had been focussed so much on my own needs and desires, I had simply neglected hers. It seemed like it would be some huge cosmic joke on us if, for all this time, she turned out to be searching for someone to submit to as much as I had.
I woke to the Monday morning sunrise brightening the living room. It took me a few moments to gather myself, finding myself slumped sideways on the couch, an empty tumbler beside me, and a teasing presence in my ass heightening the stiffness of morning arousal.
