I felt a bit silly as I lowered myself down to my knees and edged towards the toy, jutting out at me from the mirrored wall. It was embarrassing to be confronted with my reflection. I wasn’t made up or in a wig, so it was just my own face edging towards the rubber cock with my lips parting and mouth opening wide. 

Liam stood close just off to the side, watching intently. 

“Put on a good show for me, Crissy. I want to see your hunger and desire for cock.”

I tried to forget that it was just a bit of silicone and imagined that it was him. With my lips in a wide O, I extended my tongue and began to trace the tip around the cock’s head. At one point I closed my eyes, trying to sink into the fantasy, but Liam immediately corrected me.

“Eyes open, sissy. You should always be right here, in the moment.”

I opened my eyes, once again confronted with my own depraved obedience. My eyes glazed and I focused on the sensations and on my own actions. I worked with my lips and my tongue. I pushed forward so that I took more and more of the rubber cock into my mouth and throat. I started to drool more and more, which only helped me push farther. 

“That’s a good cocksucker. Take it all,” he cheered me on. 

I stretched my tongue out as far as it could reach, under the shaft, reaching for the dildo’s balls. I fought my gag reflex by making myself swallow and trying to put mind over matter. 

“Good girl!  Good slut! Right there… so close!”

I pushed and strained… and then finally felt my lips reach the base of the dildo. I could feel the shaft so deep and I felt to find breath around it. 

“Eyes open… Hold it… Just a few moments longer….”

There were flashes of light in my eyes but everything seemed blurry. I was too close to see my own reflection clearly but it didn’t seem to be there any more.

He allowed me to slide back, gasping and drooling as the dildo slipped from my mouth. I was drooling, licking my lips. I looked up and my reflection was gone from the glass. In its place was another room beyond what was now revealed as a window. I first saw the group of people who had been watching me. I couldn't hear them at all, but they were visibly laughing and cheering and clapping. In front of them was a camera on a tripod, aimed right back at me. I blushed as the truth sank in. 

“It’s going to be great content for your website, slut,” Liam said as he helped me to my feet.

He pushed a button on the wall and the lights on the other side of the glass dimmed and the window once again transformed into a mirror, leaving me facing myself yet again. 

“You can get dressed now. You’ve made me proud, Crissy, and I think you’ve earned your reward. Unlike you, I’m not quite that much an exhibitionist, so I think it’s time to take you home.”

There was so much bouncing around in my mind that I was in a daze as I dressed, covering up the lingerie and toys yet again. He led me up and outside and I was thankful to breathe the cool night air as we walked to his truck. 

“Stroke me again,” he commanded as he pulled out and started to drive. 

God help me, I was so happy to get my hands on his shaft. I drew him out and stroked and caressed his cock. It was a kind of worship, sensual and slow. By the time he pulled into his driveway, he was rock hard. 

I couldn’t help but look over at my own house next door. The only lights still on were upstairs, glowing dimly. There was a kind of relief in knowing that Cheryl was getting her pleasure as I was about to get that satisfaction of my own that Liam had been teasing me with for hours.

Liam noticed me looking and simply smiled. 

“Who do you think will get fucked more tonight, Crissy? You or your wife?”

I simply blushed and followed along behind him as he made his way up the driveway to his front door. I realised that I was nervous in the kind of way I hadn’t been since I was a teenaged kid before a big date.  I felt my heart pounding in my chest as he led me inside. 

The house was dark and quiet. We both knew where Lydia was. He closed and locked the door behind me. 

“Strip down to your stockings and panties, Crissy. Leave your things here in the foyer.”

I obeyed, feeling my hands trembling as I did so. Once I was done, I followed him into his house, looking back over my shoulder at the tile of clothes. Leaving my clothes and possessions on the little bench by the door felt so dangerous.

I found him in his living room, standing in front of a bar cart where he was fixing himself a glass of whisky over ice. He turned to me, silently taking in the sight of me and smiled softly. He sipped his drink without offering me one and seemed to luxuriate in my exposure and excitement. 

“Hanging on the wall in the garage is a collar and leash. Go fetch them, and come back to me with the collar around your neck.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, hearing my voice tremble.

I found the garage door without too much trouble and flipped the light on. The wall near the door had a whole series of hooks and shelves and there in the middle was the leash and collar. Anyone looking would just have assumed that it was the spare from a dog they owned. It was simple black leather, soft with use or age, and I slipped it around my neck. I buckled it behind my neck, quickly sliding a finger under it as I closed it to make sure it wasn’t too tight to wear. It seemed to fit me perfectly. The leash, already attached to the front ring, dangled down in front of me and swayed back and forth as I walked back to find Liam.

“That look suits you, Crissy. Not a man, not a woman — just a pet and slut for other people’s pleasure. You may kneel.”

He was seated in a large, comfortable-looking recliner, so I slid down to my knees in front of him. It felt obvious that I should spread my thighs open and rest my hand on them. He smiled softly.

“I have an important question for you, Crissy,” he said, looking me right in my eyes. 

Based on the teasing and tormenting way he’d been speaking to me all evening, I knelt there thinking of so many possibilities of what could possibly be next, but still, he surprised me.

“Are you happy, Crissy?”

I was confused and startled, not quite knowing what he meant.

“Happy, Master? Do you mean right now?”

“I mean, are you happy with your position and your life, and the changes that have been happening for you.”

It was hard to think clearly, given all that had gone on even that evening, but I forced myself to. I could certainly not say that this was what I had planned to happen to me, or even when I might have chosen, but that seemed irrelevant. 

“I am, Master. Crissy is happy. Master is taking Crissy to experiences and sensations that I hadn’t really dared to dream of or imagine could be possible. Crissy looks forward to the chances of serving Master and obeying you. No matter how challenging they are, or embarrassing, I find myself thinking about them all the time.”

“Good girl,” he replied, smiling. “I know it isn’t easy to accept changes to what you thought was the plan of your life. All of this is new and perhaps unexpected, perhaps especially what is happening with Cheryl.”

“Yes, Master. That is a surprise.”

“I’ve known men like you, who create a little secret life with your own rules about how big it can get and how much you can risk. They think they are good little submissive boys, but they stop themselves before anything real happens, again and again.”

I knew that feeling all too well, looking down at the floor as he continued.

“They stop themselves, thinking that they have to hold on to what they have, but they rob themselves of happiness. You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

“No, Master. Crissy doesn’t have that worry anymore,” I replied.

“And why is that, Crissy?”

“Because Master makes Crissy’s choices.”

“That’s right, sissy. I’m here to make the choices you didn’t dare make before me. But you made a choice tonight, didn’t you? A choice between your wife and my cock?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again.

“Tell me again. I like to hear it.”

“Crissy would rather suck Master’s cock than try to fuck his own wife, Master.”

“Good sissy. It’s probably for the best, isn’t it? After all, your wife is probably pretty busy right now.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied. 

“Stay here a moment,” he instructed, then stood up and walked out of sight.

I knelt in place waiting and listening. The house was quiet and even the sound of his footsteps faded quickly. I was left with my thoughts. Based on what I’d seen on the screens, I had some idea of what Cheryl and Lydia might be up to, but I mostly remembered her smile and the expression of pure pleasure across her face. I wondered if I had ever made her look like that. 

My own words were echoing back to me too. I hadn’t just repeated what Liam had wanted to hear. I really had chosen him, and his cock, over what I knew would be a vain attempt to please her. Even at that moment, I was thinking about his body. The feel of his stiff, impressive cock. The powerful taste of him. I drew in another deep breath and licked my lips. 

He returned and I cleared my thoughts. 

“You look just about right, but I thought you should also wear this.”

He handed me a bra and I could see that it matched my panties. Without rising from my knees, I pulled it on and got it fastened. Something about the cut and fit of it almost made me look like I had the start of small breasts. 

“Nadu,” he commanded.

I adjusted my posture, spreading my knees wider, laying my hands palms up on my thighs. I could feel his eyes on me. 

“Very good. Very good, sissy.”

My heart was pounding. 

“You are nervous, aren’t you, Crissy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Eager, excited, even though you’ve tasted me before.”

“Yes, Master.”

He stood.

“You may remove my pants.”

I reached up to him and my hands were trembling as I removed his belt and loosened his jeans. I slid them to the floor and he stepped out of them, exposing his fitted boxer briefs and the sizeable bulge in them. 

He sat down again but stayed at the edge of the seat. His legs were spread. 

“Come close. Rest your face here on my thigh,” he said.

I edged close on my knees until my head was between his spread legs. I leaned sideways and felt my cheek rest against the warmth of his inner thigh. I looked up at him wordlessly, just breathing and taking in the scent of him. 

“This isn’t about your fear of my telling your wife what I know. This isn’t about your fear of photos getting out to your family or your clients.”

“No, Master,” I said.

“You honestly and physically want my cock, don’t you, Crissy?”

“Yes, Master. Crissy wants your cock, Master.”

“You want to devour my cum, don’t you, sissy?”

“Yes, Master. Crissy wants your cum so badly.”

“You want to please me, don’t you, Crissy?”

“Yes, Master. Crissy wants to please you, Master.”

“Do you love me, Crissy?

I looked up at him from my knees. His handsome face was turned down to me, awaiting my response.

“Yes, Master. Crissy loves Master.”

“Tell me again.”

“Crissy loves Master,” I repeated, feeling the words hitting me with the power of the vows I had said on my wedding day.

“Show me,” he said.

I reached up and slowly slid his underwear down over his hips. He lifted himself up so that I could pull them all the way down to the floor and off. His impressive cock sprang free. 

I leaned in, my eyes never leaving his. I held him gently in my hands, feeling his radiating warmth. I guided my lips to the head and kissed it slowly. I felt my lips press against the slick, glossy taste of him. My lips slowly parted and I took his head inside the tight O of my lips. 

I began to explore with my tongue, tracing around his cock head with the tip. His taste was beginning to overwhelm my thoughts. I felt as though I was in a kind of trance and every sensation only pulled me deeper into it. My hands slid down and I gripped the base of his cock with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. 

My head began to bob up and down and I took him slowly deeper into my mouth. His erection, every growing, slid over my tongue and pressed into me. He looked down at me, smiling, letting me service and pleasure him while he sat back and took it in.

I was just lost in the feeling of his warm, firm cock in my mouth at last. It felt like I had been waiting for this sensation forever. I was dimly aware of the tightness of the plug in my ass as I bobbed up and down. I could feel the sweet, torturous ache of my attempted erection clamped down by the limits of my chastity cage. I could feel myself dripping and leaking into my panties. 

I reached out with my tongue, aching to stretch to the base of his cock. I pushed forward a bit more with each motion, waiting to devour every inch of his impressive size. I wasn’t rushing myself this time. I wanted to feel it all and I wanted it to last. 

I could feel him get harder and thicker. I could feel his erection lengthen and fill more and more of my mouth. I was drooling around him. I realised that the sounds of wet slurpy moans were coming from me. I gripped the base of him tight, squeezing and milking his firmness.

It was just as I started to feel him push into the tightness of my throat that his spasms started. I knew that tightness by now. I held his cock tight and I slurped and sucked as my head bobbed. I moaned as I felt the first spurt of his warm, salty cum explode against the back of my throat. My vision was blurred but my eyes were never free of his gaze. 

I stroked and sucked and slurped and milked out every drop. My lips were tight around him and my cheeks were hollowed, as though I might be able to suck every drop from his balls. 

He placed his hand on my head and eased me back. I tilted my head back, my mouth open now, and I displayed the milky gift of his cum to him. 

I thought that he would have a look and give me instruction to swallow but he surprised me once more. 

“Hold right there. Just like that,” he said. 

He rose up out of his chair and walked away, leaving me there breathing through my nose while the taste and texture of his load sank in. He had had his orgasm but the high of my own arousal was still there, on edge and denied. I rhythmically tensed my muscles, squeezing the plug inside me, just feeling it fill me up and mark me as some kind of pervert. The tightness of the cage made my cock ache and I could feel my balls tight and full. 

When he returned, he had a camera with him — not just his phone but a serious-looking digital SLR. He captured my pose and predicament from every angle, circling me, and then he got in close and photographed my face and my open, full mouth. I couldn’t help but think of these images becoming a post on my new, public OnlyFans page in the near future. 

He didn’t speak until he was finished with his thorough recording of the moment. 

“You may swallow now, Crissy.”

I took his warm load of cum down, feeling it slither its way down my neck and into my belly. 

“Thank you, Master,” I said, truly meaning it. 

“You are welcome, sissy. But don’t worry, the night is still young,” he said with a smile. 

He extended his hand towards me and opened his fist. There on the palm of his hand was a little blue pill. Once he knew I’d seen it, he popped it into his mouth and swallowed it down.

“Oh yes, the night is very young indeed.”

He laughed and grabbed hold of my leash and dragged me up to his bedroom.