The sun was just coming up when Liam dropped me off at home. He walked me to my door and gave me a soft kiss before he went off to his own house. Alone in the quiet house, it started to hit me just how tired I was. I went downstairs and stripped off every bit of my outfit, closing the door on the pile of clothes to be cleaned. I walked back upstairs naked with the cage locked onto me and the plug still sealing in Liam’s load of cum.
I forced myself to take a quick hot shower, but immediately after, I barely had the energy to pull on a pair of boxers before I fell into the bed in the guest room and passed out. My dreams were full of images of sex and use and bliss until I was finally awoken by the ache of my cock trying to get hard in the chastity cage.
I arose slowly and listened for sounds around me, but I heard nothing. I padded off the bathroom to relieve myself and then pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and left to explore the house. It was just after noon and the house was empty. Cheryl’s bed – as I had honestly started to think of it, rather than ours – was empty and undisturbed.
I made my way downstairs, put on a pot of coffee, and fixed a simple breakfast for myself. I opened some windows for fresh air, then decided to take my little meal outside to each on the patio. The air was clean and fresh and there were the sounds and smells of a typical, normal Sunday around, like cut grass and barbecued lunches. It was calming.
I wondered idly where Cheryl might be, but it wasn’t with a feeling of worry or even jealousy. I imagined she was next door, sleeping off her long and adventurous night, perhaps curled up in that large bed with Lydia. Aside from the titillation of having seen some of her submission the night before, it was also warming to see her enjoying herself. She was being led on a journey of discovery, and it seemed that Lydia, and perhaps Liam as well, was helping her explore her submission as well as the rest of her sexual reawakening. I didn’t know quite how I’d gotten there, but I felt happy for her.
Once my coffee was finished, I lifted myself out of my seat and got busy doing outstanding chores and cleaning. I finished tidying up the remnants of poker night and made a quick assessment for later of what clothing and toys needed to be cleaned inside my hidden room, but I would do that on Monday, once I knew the house would be empty all day.
I was getting used to being caged and plugged more often and for longer periods of time, but knowing that Liam’s load of cum was trapped inside me or being absorbed by my body somehow was a warming thought.
By late afternoon, I’d done enough to work up a bit of a sweat, so I rewarded myself with a shower. I took my time, letting the bathroom steam up as I cleaned myself thoroughly, moaning softly as I temporarily removed the plug for cleaning, and then doing the best I could to groom myself around the cage. Stepping out of the shower and seeing myself naked, I really did see the changes that were happening to my body. I felt that Cheryl was bound to notice soon, and I had no idea what I would tell her.
I dressed again and went down to start fixing dinner. I still hadn’t heard from Cheryl, but I wanted to have something ready for her if and when she did return, and she always had until then. I prepped a simple roasted chicken and set down to cook vegetables and wild rice while it cooked. There were going to be leftovers either way, so I knew that nothing would go to waste. Even so, as much as the afternoon had been productive, I was getting to the point of having had enough of my own company.
I heard the front door open just as I was putting the finishing touches on dinner and wondering whether or not to set the table. I smiled wide when Cheryl came into view, and then had to hold that smile when Lydia came in right behind her. It sank in just how little time I had spent alone with her through the weekend.
“It smells delicious in here,” Cheryl said as she came up and gave me a hug.
She was dressed casually in yoga pants and a loose sweater tied closed over a white tank and sports bra.
“It really does. You’re so good in the kitchen,” Lydia added.
‘Thank you so much,” I said.
The way that Lydia was making herself at home, there was really no question that she was joining us for dinner. I pulled out the plates and started setting the dinner table for three.
“Will Liam be joining too,” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know where he is,” Lydia answered. “He was gone when we woke up and he isn’t big on giving me updates. If he comes home and I’m not there, I’m sure he’ll try looking here first.”
I couldn’t help noticing how casually she used the word “we” when talking about waking up. There was no pretence or shame in her at all while talking about how she was sleeping with my wife. She knew even more than Cheryl did about my acceptance of this situation and all that surrounded it.
The two of them were sitting in the living room, chatting and laughing. I couldn’t help but remember how they had looked the night before. They had both looked so happy, so sexy and so adventurous. Talking as they were now, they looked so relaxed and happy. They looked like they were in love.
“Everything is just about ready,” I announced. “Would you like some wine?”
“Oh that is a great idea,” answered Cheryl.
I pulled a bottle of white out of the back of the fridge and opened it. I found the wine glasses in the cupboard and carried them out to the table. With guests, if that was what Lydia was, I made even more effort on presentation than I normally did. I carved the chicken carefully with my sharpest knife, and set everything out on the table in our best serving dishes. By the time it was all placed on the table and I was pouring the wine, I felt quite proud.
We all sat down together and talked and joked and ate and it was a wonderful time. We somehow found a way to talk and act like friends, and Lydia could ask about our relationship history together without ever giving the impression that it was in the past. We were all aware of what was just under the surface, but we danced around it expertly. I felt like my chastity cage was a constant reminder of my new limitations with Cheryl, just as the plug’s presence inside me never let me forget that Liam was there too.
Once everyone had emptied their plates or given up on trying, I got up to clear the table and put away the leftovers, but only after refilling their wine glasses and sending them back to the living room. I was just finishing up and about to join them when Liam arrived. Cheryl rose to answer the knock at the door and greeted him warmly, inviting him in to join them. I was immediately nervous, as he always seemed to keep me on my toes, and it was getting harder to remember to hide my natural submission to him in front of my wife. I masked my nerves by continuing my service role of the evening and asking him if I could get him a drink.
“I’d love a cold beer, but let me come with you to see what you have,” he said.
I turned and walked to the kitchen, feeling him right behind me.
“We have a few choices of beer, Master,” I said, softly enough so that my voice wouldn’t reach the living room, while I opened the fridge door to show him.
“I like knowing you are plugged and caged in front of your wife, Crissy,” he said, ignoring my question.
“Thank you, Master,” I said.
“That plug makes you feel my control inside you at all times, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does, Master,”
“And with your cage on, you would have to fend off your wife’s advances, if she wanted your body, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” I admitted.
“Tell me again, Crissy. Would you rather I unlocked your cage and let you try to have sex with your wife, or would you rather I let you suck my cock?”
I felt his control. I felt his dominance. I felt my own hormone-assisted impotence.”
“Crissy would rather suck your cock, Master,”
“Yes, I know, Crissy. Stay here and think about my cock for a minute, then bring me the Heineken. You are not allowed any more alcohol tonight.”
With that he turned and left me there, walking back to the living room with a jump in his step.
I obeyed. I stood there, thinking about his cock. I thought about the size of it, and the way it felt in my hands, or how I had to open my mouth so wide to take it in. I remembered the taste and feel of his cock head on my lips, when I would start my serving of him with a kiss. I thought about the taste of his precum and how it would start to fill my senses.