Cheryl seemed perhaps a bit embarrassed after her orgasm, reaching down to tug her tights up. I was a bit off balance as well, trying to think of what the implications might be of what had just happened. I had just gone down on my wife in front of my neighbour… a neighbour who just happened to be my wife’s lover. It had been something that her lover had orchestrated, in a way to actually make us feel closer to each other.
I stood up and hugged her close and we both felt the peace of our bodies close together, but I was still nervous, knowing I was caged and that too much close contact might expose that to her. Perhaps her thoughts started to start up again as well, and we both slowly released each other, breaking the hug.
“I’m just going to head up and take a shower,” she said.
“Of course,” I replied, remembering what a rather long night she must have had.
Alone again, I started to pace, but soon enough there was a text from Liam.
“The key is on the shelf in your basement room. You can remove the cage. I know you wouldn’t disobey me and try to fuck your wife, even if you could.”
The truth of his taunts hit hard as I rushed downstairs to open up the hidden room, fetch the key and remove the cage. For a moment or two, I just stared at myself in the full-height mirror, wondering what was becoming of me, and where I was being taken.
I must have taken longer than I thought or Cheryl had taken a very quick shower as I was startled to find her standing in the kitchen as I came back upstairs.
“Oh, I was just thinking of the basement,” she exclaimed. “I had been thinking that it was such a shame that we haven’t had the time to take advantage of the amazing renovation down there.”
“Yes, we have been busy for sure,” I said. I was about to add that the only local friends we’d made were Liam and Lydia, but I stopped short of raising the subject of them again already.
It turned out I didn’t need to.
“But the reason this came up is because Liam mentioned it was his turn to host poker night, and without really thinking, I offered up our place. I thought you could host it down here? I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is. Was it okay with Liam?”
“Oh yes, he thought it was a great idea. He said he’ll still take care of the arrangements, because of the short notice.”
“Short notice?” I asked. “When is the game?”
“It’s tonight, I’m afraid. I didn’t quite catch that when I offered, but he said it would be no problem.”
My mind was racing but I fought not to let any of those panicked thoughts show.
“No, that's fine. Everything is already clean, so there’s not really much to do.”
“Okay, that’s a relief. I really didn’t know it was tonight when I offered. I just liked the idea of you making more friends.”
“No, it will be good. They are fun guys,” I reassured her. “How about you? What are you going to do then?”
“Don’t worry about me. Lydia says she always goes out for a drink on poker nights and she invited me along.”
“Oh that will be nice,” I said, though I was thinking at that moment that I missed her, and the quiet nights we used to spend together from time to time, nestled in each other’s arms, watching a movie on TV. I had perhaps allowed myself to look forward to that but, as was his way, Liam had other plans.
It turned out that Liam was not kidding when he said that he would take care of everything. Within the hour, there was a knock at the door, announcing a crew of men delivering a brand new poker table and chairs, as well as other seating, side tables and accessories. The bar and fridge were stocked. Even playing cards and poker chips were delivered and unpacked.
As Cheryl and I looked over the decorated room, we were in awe.
“I’m a little jealous that I don’t get to play,” Cheryl joked.
The thought of her seeing what might happen that night sent a shiver through me.
“That might be a bit too much change for this crowd, but maybe we could host our own game sometime, if you’re interested?”
“Maybe… Maybe I’m just looking over all this and thinking you’re going to have a fun night. You deserve it.”
She kissed me on the cheek and started upstairs.
“I’d better find something to wear for tonight,” she said.
That was one thing I knew I wasn’t going to have to plan for myself.
I was almost pacing by the time Cheryl left to go next door to meet up with Lydia before they went out. They had decided on a dinner out before drinks and I could only assume they’d chosen a nice restaurant because Cheryl was dressed to kill.
She wore a little deep red dress that hugged her curves and showcased her legs and cleavage almost dangerously. She had even put on stockings and one of her higher pairs of heels. I complimented her profusely, and I felt a tingle inside. No matter what happened to me, I still never lost my appreciation for her beauty. I knew she’d be drawing a lot of attention, no matter where they went. I imagined that Lydia would be as well. I knew in the end, however, that any man who lusted after them would likely be as frustrated as I felt, knowing they would almost certainly end up in bed with each other.
I gave her a hug and a kiss, sending her off with my wishes for a good night. It wasn’t long before I noticed a large black car arrive to pick them up and take them to their girls' night. I went upstairs and took a quick shower and made sure my grooming was freshly updated and, by the time I stepped out of the shower, Liam was there waiting for me, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I was surprised to see him there, unannounced, and I felt the vulnerability of my nudity before him.
“Yes, the changes really are starting,” he commented. “I’m almost surprised that Cheryl hasn’t noticed anything. Perhaps she has and it just hasn’t quite clicked yet.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied, wondering the same, but also trying to think back to the last time Cheryl might have seen me undressed. It was becoming a distant memory.
Liam had selected my outfit for the evening and he assisted me in getting into the outfit’s many components right there in the bedroom. He started by bending me over and filling my ass with a large silicone plug and then locking up my shaved cock in a small pink cage with a matching pink leather strap to help keep it snug up against my body. Next were thigh-high stockings and sheer black thong panties, then a tiny pleated miniskirt that did very little to cover me, only barely reaching the tops of my stockings when I stood.
He fit a pretty black lace-trimmed bra onto me and then filled the cups with soft and jiggly breasts forms that seemed even larger than ones he had chosen in the past. I was dressed in a puffy sheer white blouse over that, cut low enough to show off the tops of my new tits, and then a black decorative corset was laced tightly on over that. I had to breathe in deeply so that he could tie the laces as tightly as he wanted to.
It was more difficult to move with the corset on, so he had to provide even more assistance getting me into the high heels and then closing the little locks that secured their straps around my ankles. He painted my lips a bright, glossy red and had me walk through a cloud of perfume, but offered me no wig or other makeup.
Once he was satisfied with the transformation of my appearance, he led me down to the main floor, offering me his arm to hold on to as I navigated the stairs atop the high heels. Liam went downstairs to review the setup and left me to answer the door and greet the guests as they arrived. I felt a twinge of terror with each knock or chime of the bell, afraid that the arrival of Liam’s guests would be interrupted by some unsuspecting innocent, looking to borrow something or say hello or try to get me to purchase something.
The guests arrived over the span of 25 minutes and the biggest surprise ended up being that one of them had brought along a guest of his own. It turned out that, just as it had been Liam’s turn to bring along a submissive sissy at our last game, it was another guest’s turn this time. His submissive was collared, gagged, and referred to as Jess. When the two of them arrived, Liam appeared to guide them down so they could find a room for him to get into his approved outfit.