I woke to a silent, vibrating alarm. I was confused for a moment about where I was and why my underwear felt so strange but as my thoughts cleared, it all came back to me. I carefully reached down and into my pyjamas to confirm and sure enough, I was still wearing panties and they were stuck to me with dried cum.
I got myself up and headed quickly downstairs. All my supplies were in our shared en suite bathroom so I couldn’t really take an adequate shower, even though there were other bathrooms in the house. I rose quietly, listening for any sound of Cheryl’s wakefulness from behind our bedroom door as I passed by. I heard nothing at all, so I slipped downstairs. Inside my hidden room, I stripped off my pyjama pants and then peeled away the cum-soiled panties. I ducked out to the laundry room and found a small bucket to fill with cold water and carried it back.
I dropped the panties in to soak, thinking that when I had privacy on Monday it would be time to launder my delicates. With a cloth, dipped in the water, I cleaned myself up as best I could. The cold water counteracted any effect of self-touch, keeping me soft. Once I was satisfied that I’d gotten the bulk of the mess, I dried off and slipped my pajamas back on. I closed up the room and returned upstairs.
With the panties off, that immediate feeling of being in danger of discovery and exposure could fade, allowing me to take on more normal morning tasks. The world was quiet outside still, as I’d set my alarm to be absolutely sure to be awake before Cheryl. I put on a pot of coffee and milled about until I could pour myself a mug. Coffee in hand, I made my way over to the living room to relax and put on SportsCenter.
There seemed to be too much rushing through my mind to be able to concentrate on any one thing. I’d had an online sissygasm for a man’s entertainment and arousal. I’d dressed up in lingerie entirely on my own, just to feel that way while looking at the humiliation and perhaps self-exposing photos of myself I’d shared. I’d gone shopping for sex toys with my wife, based on what I was pretty sure was a list her new lesbian lover had provided her. Of course, all of this was happening within the context of my constantly sinking deeper under the thrall and control of a man who just happened to live next door. He wasn’t just a man, though. He was a dominant, a Master, and the way he seemed to see into my soul had me falling for him in a way I didn’t understand.
Beyond the details of the depravity I’d been led into, that was perhaps the most surprising thing — that I was enthralled by him. I’d always thought of myself as straight. I’d never sought out or been turned on by men, in the world around me or in porn, but now my sexual fantasies were almost entirely focused on this man and his cock.
I was lifted out of my whirlwind of thoughts by the sounds of Cheryl descending the stairs. I stood and moved to greet her with a hug and a kiss.
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”
“I slept like the dead. God, that thing was a monster. You made me cum until I passed out and I don’t think I woke up until ten minutes ago.”
I smiled wide but remembered the implied balance of power between us the night before very differently that her words implied.
“Seems like it was a very good purchase then,” I laughed. “Do you want coffee or anything? Are you hungry? Can I make you anything?”
“I’m starving but let's go out. When we were driving yesterday I saw a diner that looked so old school. Let’s try it out.”
“Okay, that sounds good. It’s been ages since we had a good breakfast at a diner.”
I made my way upstairs to get quickly dressed in a fresh pair of boxer briefs, jeans and a polo shirt. I realised that I was getting to the point that I was very aware of the sensations caused by the type of underwear I was wearing. Cheryl chose clothes just as casual as mine — a pair of faded jeans and a tight tank top under a loose open top, but she still managed to look stunning. It was like she glowed from the inside.
The diner was not far at all, just on the edge of downtown. It was perhaps a bit early on a Sunday for most, so there was plenty of choice when it came to finding a place to sit. We slipped into a booth in the corner near the windows. A kindly and experienced-looking waitress noticed us and came over immediately with menus and coffee.
We started looking over the menus and sipping at the surprisingly good coffee.
“This has all been something, hasn’t it?” Cheryl asked.
“Yes, it certainly has,” I replied.
“Last night was intense. I wasn’t expecting that. I hope I didn’t get too carried away.”
“No, it was good. I was really happy to be able to do that with you.”
“You liked being submissive, didn’t you? I mean, not just doing what I said last night… I mean, that was what you liked before, wasn’t it?”
I blushed. It seemed like she really wanted to talk about all this.
“Yes, I guess so.”
“I think that was maybe why I couldn’t really enjoy it like you did, or how you wanted me to, because I think I feel the same way.”
I was not at all prepared to have a discussion like this, especially not in a public diner.
“You feel submissive?” I asked. I suppose that should have been clear with Lydia having her buy toys to restrained by.
“Yes. I think I am, or at least that it is something that I really enjoy.”
“I guess that explains the things you chose to buy yesterday,” I said with a smile, trying to be light about it all.
“Yes, I suppose it does,” she said with a soft smile. “I guess that also makes it clear that things are continuing with Lydia. I want to be open about that with you, like we said.”
“I appreciate that.”
“I also wasn’t kidding about having you do some real exploration too. I mean, the more that I try things out, the more I want to be fair. I know, maybe now more than ever, that if you like these kinds of things, that it’s not going to be easy to do it all on your own. Maybe impossible.”
I could feel myself blushing. I was so strange hearing these words come out of her mouth. She was already speaking with such knowledge of the kinds of aches I’d been feeling for so long.
“Yes, I guess you’re right.”
“I know this is a strange conversation to have but I do mean it. It would mean a lot to me if you would find some kind of outlet for exploring. I know I’ve been kind of lucky to have this appear right before me, but maybe there is some other way you could do it safely too.”
“I will. I promise.”
At that moment I wasn’t sure if it was more difficult to endure thinking about Lydia using those toys on Cheryl, or thinking about Cheryl imagining me in situations with them being used on me. Mercifully, after having extracted this promise from me, she seemed to be willing to let the subject rest for the moment.
It took a few moments to get back the awkwardness but the menu provided inspiration and we ordered with eager anticipation. When the food came, it was better than we had even hoped, and we laughed and talked and devoured our eggs, bacon, sausages and coffee with joy.
We were on our way out, holding hands, when Cheryl’s phone rang. She let go of my hand to reach into her purse to answer it. I could see her expression change from the moment she saw who was calling. She turned away, taking a few steps away from me and she spoke quieter, but I heard her say Lydia’s name. I was also pretty sure that when I glanced at Cheryl’s phone as she answered it, I had seen the call display showing Lydia’s smiling face over the name “Mistress.”
Their conversation was short but Cheryl looked a bit sheepish as she ended the call and turned back to me.
“Lydia asked me to come out shopping with her. I didn’t know if you had anything else planned for today. Is that okay?”
I could see that she had already accepted.
“Of course it is, honey. I didn’t have any plans for us at all. Just a day at home. Go ahead. There are things I should take care of at home anyways.”
We walked back to where we had parked and I was about to ask where they were going to meet, but Lydia was right there, leaning against our car with a wide smile.
“Thanks for sharing Cheryl with me today,” she said as her smile widened. “I’ll take good care of her.”
I couldn't quite believe that this was all being talked about so openly, but it was now no secret that they were having a relationship or an affair or whatever it was to be called. Only Cheryl didn’t know just how completely Lydia and her husband controlled me as well.
Cheryl leaned in to give me a kiss.
“Thank you. I love you,” she whispered.
Lydia took her hand and let her down to her car and in a moment they were gone. It was a strange and humiliating feeling, and I realised that I had looked around to see if anyone had seen me surrendering my wife to her new lover, but there was no one.
I made my way home, feeling a bit out of sorts, but hanging on to the feelings of joy of our shared breakfast and time together. I also was beginning to wonder how I was going to live up to my promise to her to start investigating an outlet for my kinks. I didn’t quite imagine that she was going to be ready to hear that I was the sex slave of another man.