It was almost surreal to accept the details of my new life and routine. In the morning, I awoke and pretended to be the ideal, attentive, work-from-home husband. I would make coffee and make us breakfast, and I would help Cheryl get her lunch together if she was bringing one that day. With love, I would give her a goodbye kiss on the threshold, and watch through the window as she drove away.

As her car disappeared out of sight, I made my way upstairs and dressed myself in panties and stockings, then hid that secret under my normal clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror as I took my pills and vitamins as though I was forcing myself to confront the reality of my life.

The week of construction went by quickly, with Liam’s crew arriving each day on schedule, as though they had been watching for Cheryl’s car to pull away. Perhaps Liam was using his cameras to watch me change, sending them over the moment my sissy secret was hidden away. 

Whatever the truth was, I had a kind of company with me the entire week as I worked. I was able to be relatively productive on my own work, as Liam limited his appearances to one a day. When he did arrive, however, he demanded my full and immediate attention.  Thanks to his key, he could also arrive at the door to my office at any moment without warning. 

On Wednesday, I had just said a polite greeting to the boys as they informed me they were heading out on their lunch break when Liam appeared behind me as soon as the front door closed. He commanded me to strip down to my panties, and then watched as I obeyed quickly and nervously. With my clothes in a pile on the floor in the hall outside my office door, he took me upstairs. He had me put on one of Cheryl’s bras and pose for him in our bedroom, as he took photo after photo. 

“Nadu,” he said, and then watched and photographed as I took the memorised position on my knees. With my eyes cast down to the floor at his feet, I could only assume he was taking more photos. 

“Collar,” he commanded next, and I adjusted my position. 

Now that my eyes were raised to him, I could see that he had his cock out and was stroking his significant erection. My eyes were locked onto him, entranced by the sight as he just kept stroking, getting harder and thicker. His cock head gleamed and glistened. 

I just kept waiting for his next command, but he seemed satisfied to have me as his posed property, unable to move without his instruction. I felt my breathing quicken as his arousal grew. I found it so hard to understand what was happening to me in these moments, as I could feel my arousal and hunger growing, just watching him stroke and pump his cock. I was licking and biting my lips, trying to understand or accept that I really was hungry for him. Being the instrument of his pleasure thrilled me and, god help me, I wanted his cock in my mouth. 

Perhaps he could read my thoughts, or see my desires written across my face. Either way, he denied my submissive hunger and had me hold that position, gazing up at him with my fingers interlaced behind my head. In his own time, he brought himself to orgasm, stepping close enough so that he could spray his load of warm cum across my chest and all over Cheryl’s bra. 

He milked out every drop, then wiped his softening cock across my cheek to clean himself. 

“Don’t forget to thank me, slut,” he said.

“Thank you, Master, for giving Crissy your cum,” I answered.

“My cum really does look good on you, sissy. I think you should wear it, and the bra, all afternoon. You’d best hustle, by the way, I think the boys are back any second.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

I hustled downstairs again. I was just reaching the hall as the door opened, so I had to frantically grab at my clothes and close the office door behind me. I stood there a moment panting and feeling my heart pound before pulling my clothes back on. I was so humiliated by the feeling that the bra was visible under my t-shirt that I didn’t dare leave the room all afternoon. 

It wasn’t until they all left and it was time for me to change that I ventured out, feeling silly even alone, as I felt the presence of her lingerie stretched across my chest. 

On Thursday, I had been running late, and I’d had to let the crew in first, as they had arrived mere moments after Cheryl had departed. I had my choice of panties and stockings laid out on my bed, ready and waiting for me, but as I stepped out of the shower, Liam was in my bedroom waiting for me.

Rather than let me dress in the waiting items, he had me put on my collar and leash, and then cuffed my wrists behind my back. He filled my mouth with the ring gag after that and smiled at the bare and helpless pet he’d made of me. 

I could hear the sounds of construction downstairs as he used my leash to tug me around, taking me on a slow exploration of the upper floor of the house. Beside the master bedroom and its en suite bathroom, there were three other bedrooms and two baths. It was far more space than we needed, but we had seen the house as a final destination, and wanted to be ready for anything. Cheryl and I had imagined a home office for her, a guest room and, when we dared say the words out loud, a nursery. 

At the moment, the rooms were either mostly empty or holding spaces for leftover furniture and unpacked boxes. Though there was nothing to see, Liam seemed to greatly enjoy touring me around. No doubt he luxuriated in my nervous humiliation and how aware I was of how visible we were in the upstairs corridor anywhere near the stairs or the open railings. 

“Go get your laptop for me,” he commanded. 

I turned my head to look at him in disbelief, but his steely gaze only reinforced his command, and with the gag, I could not even plead for mercy. I moved tentatively to the top of the stairs, my leash now dragging free behind me. Hearing nothing, I tip-toed downstairs. My heart pounded as I strained to reassure myself they were all in the basement. 

I made it to my office unnoticed and closed the laptop. With my wrists cuffed behind me, I had to turn awkwardly to pick it up and carry it. I was drooling over the gag by now, but there was no time to worry about that. I paused and listened once more, and then bolted. I darted up the stairs as fast as I could, but it was not easy to navigate the stairs holding the laptop behind me and not being able to hold the handrail, all while feeling my exposed cock flopping in the open air. 

Liam was back in the master bedroom waiting for me. He took the laptop from my hands and then uncuffed my wrists. My hands were free only long enough for him to re-cuff them in front of me, however, and he then had me kneel on all fours on the bench at the foot of our bed.

It was oddly humiliating as he opened up my laptop and placed it on my back. I could feel him working on it, using my naked body as a desk. I was only more deeply mortified as I started to hear the unmistakable sounds of porn coming from it. He certainly wasn’t worried about the sounds carrying downstairs — if his crew heard it, I was sure they would just snicker to themselves and assume it was me, jerking off to porn while my wife was away at work. 

Those worries were pushed back in my mind as I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me back, and then driving into my ass. He seemed to have lubricated his cock somewhat, though the size of his erection still made me moan desperately as he thrust forward. 

He used my body as he watched his porn, moaning along with the sounds of the girls slurping and sucking and being fucked. Liam luxuriated in his slow and thorough fucking of my ass. My humble little cock was waving back and forth as he built up his rhythm, and I released the soft sounds of my open-mouthed moaning as I felt strings of saliva slip over my open lips.

As the stars of the movie climaxed, so did Liam. He groaned and grunted an thrust hard and deep, burying himself balls-deep in my ass. I felt him spasm as he pushed hard, and there was that mind-bending sensation of his warm load of cum filling me up. The thrusts of his orgasm were hard and deep, and he held himself inside as his cock spasmed with the last of his pleasure. 

He had barely pulled out of me when I felt him push and twist a plug into my ass, once again sealing his gift of seed inside me. He took a moment after that to free my wrists from my cuffs, but then he was gone. 

I reached back to slide the laptop off my back and then collapsed onto the bed. He had used me as little more than an object or sex toy. I had been just the tight warmth around him as he watched his porn. Now I was full of his cum again and, as I finally got up and removed the gag and got dressed, I’d been denied the taste of him yet again. 

It was a long day, feeling the toy fill me up and tease me, as I tried to concentrate on my work or anything else at all. With every movement I felt the thing inside me, not just stuffed so large and deep inside me and stretching me, but trapping and holding my Master’s swimming cum inside my body. 

It was about mid-afternoon when I got a text from Liam, and I wondered immediately if he was going to be coming over again, but instead, he was just informing me that Brooke was once again live on her cam site. He commanded me to remove my pants and watch her show. I was to rub myself, but only with the palm of my hand, and only over my panties. 

He also insisted that I take part in the chat, letting Brooke and the rest of the room know all the details of my current predicament. They all seemed rather amused to know that I was plugged full of cum, and rubbing my clitty non-stop. Brooke brought up still images of my session with her, to make the room aware of who I was.

The experience was frustrating and arousing all at once. I felt the internal tingle of desire and lust, but I could never get quite fully hard, rubbing through the fabric as I was. I just squirmed and writhed in my chair, soaking my panties with precum, until I watched, along with all the others, as she stroked herself to a spurting orgasm. 

I was left without one again, and I obediently re-dressed once she signed off. It felt like forever since I had last cum, and it was starting to affect my ability to concentrate on anything else than sexual desire and fantasy. I started to wonder how Liam might react to me asking for permission, or even begging. 

When the day drew to a close, and I was allowed to remove the plug and dress in men’s underwear again, I felt a sense of relief but also of disappointment. There was something so powerful about being controlled and used. I spent each day living out the whims and desires of my Master, and I was forced to realise that it was the highlight of my days. 

That thought was in my mind as Friday arrived. As much as I looked forward to the weekend and time at home with Cheryl, I knew that it also meant that I would be Liam’s plaything less frequently, or at least less actively. I felt guilty about how much I was counting the minutes before she was due to leave for work. 

I chose my favourite pair of panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings that made me feel particularly slutty, even hidden away under jeans. I spent the morning working around the house, as the earlier tour through the upstairs bedrooms had inspired me to unpack as many of the remaining boxes as I could. 

I had a quiet and short lunch in the kitchen. I hadn’t ever checked on progress downstairs, but it seemed like it was a quieter day. Sounds of hammers and drills were gone, replaced with sanding and cleaning and of men moving about. There were more bags and bins of refuse being carried out than there were tools and materials being brought in. 

After my break, I moved to my office and started on some of my own consulting work. I didn’t make a lot of progress, as my thoughts kept straying, and the hunger I felt only grew as the day slid away. I constantly fought the desire to sign into my online accounts and sink into the kinds of perversion I craved to feel for real. 

“I have something to show you,” he said. 

I looked up and there Liam was, standing in the open doorway of my office. 

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

He led me down the corridor and downstairs. I was immediately in awe of what I saw. Somehow, his crew had completed the entire job in a week. The furnace room and laundry room had been cleaned up and enclosed nice clean rooms that contained everything they needed while keeping them out of sight. I followed along in amazed disbelief as she showed me a new guest bedroom and the nearby full washroom. The best was yet to come, and I could tell he was proud of the work as he ushered me on. 

My mouth dropped open seeing the space. It was a large space with a soft carpeted floor and already outfitted with comfortable-looking furniture. The wall-mounted television made it clear that it would be a space perfectly suited to watching movies or sports with friends, while still being large and open enough to host social gatherings. In the back corner was a small bar, with shelving all ready to be filled with bottles. 

Past the bar, there were glazed French doors that opened into what I already thought of as the library. It was smaller and cosy, outfitted with a pair of comfortable chairs. Three walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. 

“I can’t believe you got all this done so fast, and so well! Thank you so much. Cheryl is going to lose her mind!”

“Yes, I am quite sure she will be pleased as well. So much so, I’ve already planned a kind of celebration. Before we get into that, I’ve one more thing to show you.”

He moved towards one of the bookshelves and slid his fingers around the inside edge of the wood trim. There was a small click, and a full section of shelving started to swing inwards. 

I didn’t have any words. He led us through the hidden doorway and into the hidden room. It was the size of a small bedroom, but quite full of accessories and equipment. Two of the walls were lined with open shelves and storage, and the back wall, facing the door, featured a heavy-looking St. Andrew’s cross leaning back against it. Off to one side was another piece of furniture that looked like a padded sawhorse, and the metal rings secured to its legs made it clear that someone could be bent over it and secured in place. Stepping in and turning around, I noticed that the wall beside the door had four large screens mounted to it. 

“Strip down to panties and stockings, Crissy,” he commanded. 

I obeyed without comment, only starting to think about the time as I found myself standing before him fully exposed as his obedient submissive once more. 

“This is your little secret stash, Crissy. It’s tucked into the middle of the floor in such a way that no one will notice the missing space without careful examination and measurement. You will keep your sissy clothes here, as well as your toys.”

“I… I don’t know what to say, Master. Thank you so much. This is amazing,” I stammered.

“You are welcome, slut. I know we will put it to good use. Now, get on the bench.”

I turned to it and tentatively mounted it. I bent down over it, so that my torso was laid down over the length of its padded top. Liam wrapped leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and secured them to the metal rings, so that in mere moments I was held there, secure and immobile. 

He moved around me, taking more photos. I could only wonder what kind of collection he must have by now. 

Standing behind me, he pulled aside my panties. I moaned softly in anticipation of his use, but I also realised that I was about to be denied the taste of him yet again. In no time at all, his pants were down around his ankles and he was driving his cock inside me. I moaned and gasped, feeling him stretch my ass as he railed me hard and fast. I was held tight and securely in place as he thrust the full length of himself into me, over and over. 

His fucking of me was fast and deep and quick. I felt him stiffen inside me, and I felt his pace change along with the developments of his grunts. He finished off with a series of deep, urgent thrusts, and I felt him spasm in the tightness of my ass. Once again I felt his seed inside me. He didn’t bother to plug me this time but just pulled my panties back into place. 

He pulled his pants back up and then released my cuffs from the bench. 

“Stand up,” he said.

I slid off and then stood before him. I could feel his warm cum threatening to ooze from me already. I expected him to release my cuffs from my wrists and ankles, but instead, he guided me back against the St. Andrew’s cross. 

He spread my ankles with the prodding of his feet, and then I had to spread them even more as he locked them to the legs of the cross. My wrists were next, lifted over my head and out, then locked in place. The locks looked different than usual, as they seemed larger and more sophisticated. 

He stood back, once I was trapped and helpless again, and smiled. 

“I want to show you one more feature of this room,” he said.

He picked up a remote and pressed a few buttons, and the four screens on the wall I was now facing blinked to life. 

“These can display the feeds from a number of sources, but for now I’ve selected the motion-activated security feed.”

The screens were displaying images from inside the house, clearly using the hidden cameras that Liam had installed. Without anyone else in the house, the feed switched from one camera to the next on some kind of timed schedule. 

“Cheryl will be home very soon. I’m going to be sending her a text from your phone, letting her know that you’re out on an errand, but that you’ll be home very soon. I’m going to stop by soon after, as I just can’t wait to see her face when she sees the basement. This will be the first test of just how good the hidden room works, since you’ll be waiting right here, with cum leaking out of your ass. Wish me luck, and I’ll see you soon — hopefully not too soon.”

He was laughing to himself as he left, and the heavy bookshelf door closed behind him with a click. I tugged vainly at my bondage, but I knew even before I tried that I wasn’t going anywhere.