Having removed my outfit from the afternoon, I went upstairs and took Lydia’s suggestion of indulging in a second shower for the day. I felt the sweat and use rise off me with the suds, but the feeling of the heavy load of cum inside me was impossible to get rid of, like the ache from the cage or the fullness from the plug.
I re-dressed in my male clothes, thinking of them as a disguise as Lydia had suggested. It was true, and I was now just playing at being a man and husband. I wondered, if that was just a disguise I was putting on, how long my personal Halloween would, or could, last. I realised that too was no longer a choice that I was burdened with having to make.
I checked downstairs again and made sure all the intimate laundry I had started earlier in the day was finished and put away. I closed things up, looking back at the closed door, thinking it too was in disguise. Back upstairs, I tidied up and prepped a simple dinner. Mondays were a tiring day for Cheryl, and I knew it would be even more so after a full weekend and a late night.
It was getting close to the end of day and I was busy in the kitchen, so I was surprised when Liam turned up without warning or knocking. All of a sudden, he was just there with me in the kitchen.
“Have a busy day, Crissy?” he asked.
"Yes, Master,” I answered, nervous for a moment. “Mistress had a challenging lunch task for Crissy today.”
“Good girl. I was pleased to see that you obeyed her and made her happy. She can get somewhat wicked when she’s in the mood. You were perhaps lucky to escape there so easily.”
I hadn’t thought of it as easy, but I didn’t share that with him.
“Crissy was pleased to obey Mistress,” I simply responded.
“I will stir your pots for a moment, Crissy. You may go downstairs and remove the plug and the cage. Let’s give you a bit of a break,” he said and pressed the key into my hand.
I knew that any suggestion was a command, so I left him to stir and hustled downstairs. I opened the room and pushed my pants down to my knees, enough to lean forward and ease and tug the plug out of my ass. My body seemed to have grown used to it, as it was a bit of a struggle to get it free, but I managed it with a minimum of moaning. I then freed my cock from the cage, feeling the relief of freedom and fresh air. I gave everything a quick clean and got myself back together, then returned to the kitchen.
I had been wearing them both so long that my sense of relief was mixed with an acute awareness of their absence. Given how the plug aroused me, I also knew that the cage was much less necessary without it. Liam smiled at me when I returned.
“I can almost see the difference in your face,” he said.
I wondered if it was true, and if I looked relieved or disappointed without them.
His departure was as surprising as his arrival since he simply said goodbye and slipped away out the back door without requiring anything else of me. I had been actually missing the sensation of being plugged, and then my Master was gone as well.
Moments later, Cheryl was home. After a quick kiss on the cheek, she was upstairs to change into some more comfortable clothes and when we ate dinner. She made a point of thanking me for having a meal ready for her, as she had been running off her feet all day, and hadn’t even taken time for lunch. I avoided any comparison to my own day.
We shared dinner and chatted, catching up and simply enjoying each other’s company. There were times it was almost easy to forget how I had spent my afternoon, or that she had spent most of the weekend with her lover instead of me. I idly wondered if she had noticed that feeling over the past few days, but I didn’t want to risk spoiling the carefree feeling of our evening by mentioning it.
I sent Cheryl to the living room with a glass of wine while I cleared the table and tidied the kitchen. Once finished, I joined her and we chose a mindless show to watch. She lay across the sofa with her head in my lap while I stroked her hair. I was thankful that the cage had been removed so that we could share that soft intimacy. It was a lovely reminder of evenings of old, spent together before any of life’s events made things more complicated. By the time the show was over, I could tell that Cheryl was fast asleep, but I knew that had been inevitable from the moment I had started to slide my fingers through her long hair.
Rather than disturb her, I gently reached over for the remote and flipped around through the channels and streaming services until I found something that was enough to distract my thoughts for another hour or so. Only after that did I gently rouse her and walk her upstairs to bed. She was so tired that I had to help her undress, but once I started to slip down her track pants, I realised she wasn’t wearing anything under them. I set her down on the edge of the bed and had to continue, as the sweatshirt she had put on was also far too warm for her to sleep in. I carefully lifted it up over her head and off her arms, finding her naked beneath it as well.
I stretched her out on the bed and looked down lovinging at her. She was so stunning it was hard to take my eyes off of her, but I needed to cover her up before she got cold. I did notice that she was now keeping her pussy shaved smooth as I tucked her in. I slipped out of the room, turned out the lights and closed the door silently behind me.
I wasn’t tired enough to retire myself yet, so I poured myself a glass of scotch and returned to the television. It was on, but I didn’t really watch any of it. Instead, I sipped my drink and tried to remember the cocks I had serviced that day. I had lost count early on in the ordeal, so I wondered if I would be sent the full video so that I could count them. Thinking back, the men’s faces were perhaps even more difficult to remember than their cocks.
Lost in those thoughts, time slipped away and before I knew it my drink was empty and SportsCentre was repeating itself, so I gave up and went up to bed in the guest room. Inspired by Cheryl, I slipped under the covers naked and drifted off to sleep quickly.
Waking naked the next morning confused me for a moment, but then it all came back. I got up and got dressed and started my morning routine. With a good night’s sleep, Cheryl was up on time and we shared a nice breakfast together, chatting in such a normal way about what our days were likely to hold for us. Working from home, my answers had never been as compelling, and lately, I never seemed to know at all what Liam might have planned for me.
I sent Cheryl off to work and stepped into my office to turn on the computer before heading downstairs to change. I put on panties and stockings and then, remembering Lydia’s wishes, I added the matching bra and breast forms. It hadn’t been confirmed by Liam as a permanent addition to my daily routine, but I had little doubt that it was going to be. I put on jeans and had to choose a stretchy t-shirt to fit over my fake breasts.
I had been working at my computer for perhaps an hour when the text came in from Liam.
“Be ready to go in 10 minutes. Meet me out front. Lydia told me about her suggestion, so if you’re wearing tits, you may take them out, but keep the bra on.”
I had no doubt that he knew full well that I had chosen to wear the breast forms, but I had no time to consider the many ways he teased me. I shut down my computer and quickly darted downstairs to put away the silicone tits. I grabbed a jacket on my way out. I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I left and thought that, even though I was wearing lingerie and stockings, I looked more normal on the outside than I had in a while for one of Liam’s outings.
Liam’s truck pulled up and I lifted myself into the passenger seat.
“Good morning, Master,” I greeted him.
“Good morning, Crissy,” he replied and then drove in silence.
He didn’t say another word until we pulled into the parking lot that I recognised as belonging to his doctor friend’s office. I looked over at him quizzically.
“It’s been long enough on your current vitamins and supplements that you are due a check-up. Don’t worry, you know that everything goes quickly here.”
“Yes, Master,” I said.
I realised that I should have known better than to think Liam might take me somewhere where my hidden lingerie would not be exposed somehow. He sent me in on my own, telling me that he’d wait for me in the truck, and so I made my way into the office alone.