The vibration of the plug was intense. It seemed to rumble at the very core of my being, and it was surprisingly arousing. I could feel my body trying to react, making me ache in the cage’s tight grip. 

I squirmed and writhed, waiting for the salesgirl to be free and at last, she escorted the giggling pair of girls out of the store. When she came back to check on me, I didn’t have to tell her that the plug was vibrating, as it was evident from my reaction. I couldn’t stand still and my trapped cock had started to leak visibly, with a slow trail of precum dangling from the opening at the cage’s tip.

“Oh my, has someone’s alarm gone off?” she laughed.

“Yes, it has,” I managed to say.

“Well then we’d best not keep your Master waiting.”

She chose to tug my panties back over my cage and then re-dress me in my pants all before freeing my wrists from the overhead cuffs, prolonging my feeling of helpless dependency. 

When I was at last free, she handed me the two bags with my purchases, and sent me on my way with a smile and wave, saying she hoped that she’d see me again soon. 

The drive home felt like forever, as I had no idea what I was truly walking into, and the plug kept humming with oscillating intensity the whole time. My trapped cock ached and leaked and I thought it might drive me mad.

There was no van in my driveway, and I found Liam draped across the sofa in my living room relaxing with a book. He set it down when I walked in and rose to his feet. He fished his phone out of his pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and I felt the plug stop. I sighed with relief, though it was a sensation that I had to realise I was sad to see the end.

“Let’s see how you did. Lay everything out on the coffee table.”

I started with the new keys on their blank metal ring and then laid out all the toys. The collar was still locked around my neck. To my surprise, at the bottom of the second bag, was a bottle of champagne and another box, gift wrapped complete with red ribbon and bow.

He picked up the keys, tucking them into his pocket, and then began inspecting every purchase. He finally nodded with approval. 

“Good slut,” he pronounced. 

“I trust your experience at the store was educational as well. Young Ashley quite enjoyed your visit. She wanted to pass along her thanks, as your example led to the sale of two new chastity cages.”

He fiddled with the items, as though touching them inspired him. 

“Now, it is getting late, so you had better put these things away - I’m sure you can find one of those boxes in the basement that your wife won’t be searching through.”

I dutifully carried everything downstairs and tucked them away, including the collar once he unlocked it. He didn’t mention the cage or plug yet, so I assumed that those would be among the last things to be removed.

“Do you know what his box is, Master?” I asked, looking down at the wrapped gift remaining on the table.

“Of course. That is the gift you’re going to give to Cheryl this evening after dinner. I know that this move is to support her career, and that she’s now the primary income for you both, making this house and your lifestyle possible. You’ve chosen to thank her for that by jerking off to porn and getting fucked by your new Master, so I thought that a gift might be a better idea. Tonight you will make her dinner and after dinner, you’ll pour her a glass of champagne and give her this gift. You will then initiate a romantic interlude with her, but with this clear requirement -- you are going to go down on her, and you will provide our lovely Cheryl with at least two orgasms orally before you even think of letting things get to the point of you cumming. This is not a suggestion. It is a requirement. Disobedience would have serious consequences. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“Good. I should point out as well that you are not permitted to have any of the champagne. You may pour yourself a glass to avoid having to say anything about it, but I don’t want a single drop to pass your lips.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Now, anything else before I unlock you and allow you to remove your panties and plug?”

“Well, I wanted to ask if everything you talked about was done here, Master, at the house. Also… can you tell me what the gift for Cheryl is?”

He smiled. 

“Oh yes, everything went very well. Just as you begged me to do, I have had high-definition cameras installed, that will allow me to view and record images and video. I’m not going to tell you where every camera is, but you should expect that there is nowhere in your home that I won’t be watching you. So you should always remember to behave, and always remember that your weakness has delivered your wife to me as well. Now, when it comes to the gift… that will be a surprise.”

“Yes, Master.” 

I was terrified of what it might be, but I had no recourse to find out, especially not under his watchful eye. He had me approach him and he unlocked my chastity cage, and then excused himself. It was only then that I really took note of the time and realised that I had to rush a bit to get myself back to normal before Cheryl got home.

I got the cage off and the plug out, washed, and tucked away. I made a mental note to myself to recharge the plug’s battery, just in case. I changed back into boxers and shorts, making another trip to the basement to hide away my lingerie. 

I put the champagne in the fridge, set the gift aside in my office, and started cooking dinner. 

I went all out, as I was happy to find that we still had enough groceries left for me to put together one of Cheryl’s favourite meals. I enjoyed cooking for her, and I was looking forward to her coming home and finding a proper meal being prepared as a nice surprise. For minutes at a time, I was able to forget about the unseen cameras and the mystery gift, and the growing cache of kinky toys being hidden around the house. 

I didn’t have a choice, I told myself. If I didn’t obey Liam, everything could come crashing down, and that wouldn’t make anyone happy. I was making the only decisions I could. The fact that I’d somehow stumbled into some of my fantasies was not the reason. 

It was hard to understand how powerful his control was working on my mind. I seemed to be living in a constant state of fear and arousal. I was terrified of being discovered and exposed, but at the same time, I could barely stop thinking about what might be asked or demanded of me next. 

After being teased like this for days, I was also getting quite horny. The chastity cage had only made that worse. For days I hadn’t even been able to touch myself. The cage not only kept me from getting hard or cumming, but it robbed me of nearly all sensation or physical contact with my cock. Maybe it was with permission, or even demanded of me by this new Master, but either way, I was looking forward to sex. 

I felt a bit of shame, realising that I was looking forward to Cheryl’s return when, for the last couple of days, I realised that her coming home had meant the end of fun rather than the beginning of it. 

Right on time, she came through the door and she smelled the food even before I could tell her about it. She rushed into the kitchen and gave me a big hug in thanks. 

“Did you clean up too?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“It looks like you vacuumed.”

My face reddened. The A/V crew must have left things cleaner than they found them. 

“Oh yes, just a bit. I’ve got to be a good house-husband, you know.”

She laughed, and it was the start of a wonderful evening. We ate together in the dining room, and the dinner had come out perfectly, which only made me look better. As we got close to clearing our plates, I had to build up the nerve to take the next step. 

“I’ve got another surprise for you,” I said, and rose up out of my chair. 

I got the champagne from the fridge, grabbed a couple of wine glasses, and made a fun show out of popping the cork and pouring two glasses. I set hers in front of her. 

“Enjoy that, and wait here just one second.”

I rushed to my office and fetched the box. I took a deep breath and returned to her. I noticed I placed it down that she’d already finished half her glass of champagne, so I refilled it.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A surprise, of course,” I answered. 

Her eyes were wide with a smile as she took another long sip of her drink, then pulled on the ribbon. My heart was pounding as she unwrapped it. I didn’t know if whatever was inside spelled pleasure or ruin for me. 

“Oh god, you’re so naughty,” she said as she lifted the top of the box. I was in panic until a playful laugh followed her words. “You want me to put this on now?”

She set down the box to take another drink, and I saw the gift for the first time. Nestled inside the box on a bed of crinkled gift paper was a very exquisite and sexy-looking lingerie set. In black lace, I could already say it would look incredible on her porcelain skin. Under the table my cock was hardening. 

“I do. I really do,” I said, grinning wide. 

She polished off her glass of champagne and stood up. 

“Okay, but don’t come upstairs before I say.”

She picked up the box and nearly skipped on her way upstairs.  

I stood up… not quite knowing what to do with myself, so I carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen. I dumped my untouched glass of champagne down the sink. I imagined her upstairs, stripping out of her work clothes and getting redressed in nothing but lingerie. It hit me fresh that he was probably watching her. 

He would see her naked, and then in this outfit he’d chosen, and before I did. Photos and videos would record it all. The saved images of her would only place me more completely in his power. Now it was official that my disobedience could trigger her ruin as well as my own. 

“I’m ready, Chris,” she called to me from upstairs. I was on my way as fast as I could be without running. 

I reached the bedroom door and she was striking a pose for me. I froze, unable to speak for a moment. 

She looked like a goddess. The bra was sheer and mesh and ribbons and lace, and seemed to do just enough to cup her breasts and make them look more perfect than I thought possible. The panties were a match, just barely covering her pussy and the manicured patch of hair above it. Sheer black stockings were held up by garter belts and the front and back of her thighs. To top it all off was a little ribbon choker around her neck. 

I forced myself to remember my instructions, and as I stepped towards her, I kissed her deeply, and then slid down to my knees in front of her. My hands were on her waist and then her hips as I kissed her through the panties. She was warm already. 

I pushed the panties aside and began to worship her with my lips and tongue. She responded eagerly with moans and gasps, and her hands in my hair, pulling my face against her.

In no time at all my lips and chin were soaked with her flowing juices. My tongue danced inside her, curling and reaching and searching out those specific points of pleasure that I knew to be her favourites. My cock was hard, kissing her and tasting her, and being this close to her pleasure, but at least I was only held back by my jeans this time, and not that merciless cage. 

She came, and she came hard. The taste of her filled my mouth and soaked me. I drank her up eagerly, and used slower and gentler motions to extend her orgasm without overwhelming her.

The experience seemed to make her unsteady, and she reached out to hold my shoulders. 

“Oh baby, you made me weak at the knees,” she mumbled. 

She eased her way back to lean, and then sat on the edge of our bed. 

I had only given her one orgasm, and my instructions rang in my ears. I felt my own hunger too. I kissed the insides of her thighs, tracing my lips and tongue over the tops of her stockings and the lines of her garters. She moaned softly. 

I returned my mouth to her pussy lips, ready to start again, when she let out a soft sigh and fell backwards onto the bed. 

“Cheryl?” I said, but heard nothing in response but the soft heavy breathing of her having fallen into deep sleep.

I stood up, looking down at her. She was so beautiful, and even with the feeling of aroused frustration I felt, I was madly in love with her. 

Out of the silence, there was Liam’s voice behind me.

“Don’t blame yourself, slut. That much champagne at the end of a long day, combined with a nice little orgasm, and any woman would have passed out. Strip her, tuck her into bed, and then meet me downstairs naked. You have ten minutes.”