Secrets Ch. 55

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I felt such relief when I finally heard the door opening, which only raised me a greater height to fall from when I realized that the footsteps entering the house were too heavy, and too numerous to be those of Jane returning home to release me. There had been no knock, so I couldn't quite imagine that it was just someone off the street. There was the briefest moment of relief when I saw Master's face, but that evaporated when I saw that he was not alone, and that there were two other men along with him.

The man right behind him was perhaps an inch or two taller than Master, and he looked large and strong and muscular. Behind them both, the third man was perhaps 5'-10" in height, more slight in build but still fit and handsome. I couldn't help but notice that this third man had a thin steel collar around his neck that was nearly identical to mine. Other than that, however, he was dressed in the same normal, casual manner as the others.

"Make yourselves at home," Master said to his friends, so far not addressing me at all, though both of the men began staring at me as soon as they were deep in the house for me to be visible.

"A very nice home," said the second man. "I take it that the maid here is sometimes allowed to tend to her chores?"

"Yes, Brian. I think that Dolly's particular predicament today is a special occasion, perhaps even specifically for your benefit," Master answered.

"Francis, do clear away this tray," the second man who I gathered was named Brian instructed. "I don't care for things to be untidy, as you know."

"Yes, Sir," answered the third man, and he quickly picked up the coffee tray, carrying it in the direction of the kitchen.

My eyes followed them all as they moved around. Brian, the dominant-seeming one, seemed to be getting the lay of the land, looking around at the house and room in general before checking me out from head to toe. Under his gaze, I found myself recognizing just how silly and ridiculous I looked. The high heels and stockings did what they could for my legs, and the breast forms gave me some curves, but it didn't take much looking to see that I was a man dressed up, rather than a sexy woman.

Even so, there was a kind of hunger or want in the way he looked at me. It was as though his imagination was stirring, starting to compile a list of the ways I might be used to give him some pleasure. It was frightening and thrilling, to feel so insecure and helpless in my own house.

It wasn't long before Francis returned. Even if he hadn't been wearing a collar, it would have become quickly evident that he was submissive to Brian. He seemed to defer to him, and even to Master, in the way he moved and held himself. He was allowed to dress as a man, though. He wore a collar, but he wasn't required to be emasculated and degraded in the kinds of uniform that I was displayed in. I wondered if he too was caged or plugged, or if he wore panties underneath his jeans.

"There are toys and devices in the car, Francis," Master started speaking. "Fetch them, making sure you have all the restraints."

"Yes, Sir," he answered and promptly slipped back out the front door.

Master and Brian chatted as they waited, but it was as though there was a buzzing in my head, keeping me from understanding or retaining any memory of what they talked about. I imagined some nosey neighbour seeing a strange car in the driveway, or wondering who these men were that were coming in and out.

When Francis returned, he was carrying a black canvas bag the size of something someone would carry to the gym. He placed it on the floor and opened it up, and even from where I could see that it was full of looped lengths of rope, leather straps and chains. Master and Brian pulled things out and got things organized as Francis stood there, now taking his turn to visually inspect me.

I had been strapped against the cross for so long that it was a bit nerve-wracking when I felt them approach and begin to release me from it. It was a relief to feel my arms fall and to be able to stand without my legs being so widely spread. Noone made any move to remove my gag, however, and I wasn't about to simply reach up and remove it myself, so I stood there, feeling less than all three of them, thanks to my inability to speak as well and because of my clothing.

"This is Dolly," Master said, finally providing some kind of introduction. "Dolly belongs to her wife and now-Mistress. We have been given permission to entertain ourselves with Dolly, so we will express our thanks for this with enthusiasm and imagination."

"What did you have in mind?" Brian asked.

"To be honest, I've been thinking of something a little different for this slutty little maid. I can tell you that she is just so obedient and so submissive. She had discovered a real hunger for cock, so she goes down on men so willingly. I thought it might be fun, knowing how readily she would offer herself anyway, to take away that choice," Master said.

"Sounds intriguing," Brian commented.

"I hope so," Master said. "Francis, guide Dolly over behind the back of the sofa. Use some rope to secure her wrist cuffs to the feet of it. Let's get her nice and spread."

Francis came to me and guided me as Master had instructed.

"Make sure you get those panties off first," Master commented. "We could cut them off, but why be wasteful."

He reached under my skirt and I felt his fingers finding the fabric of my pretty, lacy underwear, and I blushed as he tugged them down and off, but I had no time to linger in that emotion alone. It was frustrating to feel my legs spread wide again so soon. This time they seemed to be tugged even wider than they had been by the cross.

"Good. That will do," Master commented. "Now let's see those rope skills of yours as you truss her arms behind her as well. See if you can't get her elbows to touch."

My eyes widened, but I don't think anyone cared or noticed. Francis, behind me, just set to work looping rope around my wrists and then cinching them securely. I could only feel him working, adjusting the position of the ropes and tying knots. With my wrists snug, she added more rope at my forearms, and I could feel my arms pulled back even farther, my shoulders forced back. I could feel the front of my uniform straining as my posture was forcing my fake breasts out.

More loops were cinched and knotted, and once again I felt entirely helpless. That feeling only grew deeper when I noticed Brian moving behind me and placing hands on me, pushing me forward so that I was bent over the back of the couch. It didn't take a lot of imagination to interpret the sounds that I heard behind me as he was obviously unbuckling his belt and opening his pants.

He didn't bother to address me or warn me. He just reached down and rather roughly tugged the plug from my ass. He smeared a bit of cold, thick lube between my cheeks and then I felt him guide his cock to me. After a bit of jabbing about, his erection was pushing at my stretched-feeling ass and he thrust forward, pushing my thighs against the back of the sofa.

I moaned against the gag, making me sputter with foaming saliva oozing past my lips. There was nothing I could do but take this use. I wasn't even a submissive or a partner in this act -- I was just a warm hole for this man to fuck. He was thick and hard, and he rammed his full length into me with little preamble. He wasn't rushed or urgent. Instead, it felt like he was taking his time. Why wouldn't he? There was nowhere I could go, nor nothing I could do until he chose to be finished.

The pressure of his living cock inside me was turning me on and making me leak. I could feel my own cock, locked and trapped, start to tingle and throb, the ache growing into pain thanks to the tiny cage.

I thought, when Master moved in front of me, that he was just getting a better vantage point from which to watch my use. As I watched, however, he too opened up his pants and pushed them down and open, freeing his cock which was already quite hard as it popped out into the open. I was bent so far forward that he was only a few inches from my face, but I had no use of my hands or mouth to do anything about it.

Rather than tend to himself, he called Francis over.

"Stroke me," he commanded. "Keep me aimed at Dolly."

I moaned anew, watching Francis wrap his hands around Master's erection and begin to stroke him. He did his best, keeping the glistening head aimed towards my face as Brian's thrusts had me bobbing and bouncing. I was jealous of Francis, getting to touch Master and getting to so directly arouse him. Behind me, I felt and heard Brian's arousal slowly increasing. It was maddening how paced and in control he seemed, as I felt like I was losing control as well as losing my sanity.

I so desperately wanted to touch Master, or anyone. I wanted to taste the throbbing cock that was growing and pulsing but was just out of reach. My own arousal was punishing me.

Finally I felt Brian's pace change. He was pounding me faster and harder, ramming himself forward almost angrily. He grunted hard as he came, and I could feel the warmth of his load explode into me. He pumped a few more times, ensuring that he'd finished and spent every drop, then pulled back.

I felt so wide open and so used, and there was nothing I could do, even as I felt the shame of his spent load starting to ooze out of me and down my thigh.

"Make me cum, Francis, and I'll let you fuck Dolly next," Master grunted.

I strained in place, watching this man be allowed to touch and stroke Master. It was happening so close to me, but all I could do was try to stay still and wait. It was a unique perspective to view Master's arousal from, and eventually Francis did achieve his goal. Master came, spraying and spurting his warm load across my face and gagged lips.

I could feel the heat of it and its texture as it oozed and dripped over me, but it was so frustrating not to be able to truly taste it or take it in. I got the slightest hint from those drops that reached my lips, but my drooling mouth worked against me.

"Well done, Francis," Master moaned once every last drop had been milked from his cock. "If you'd like, you may fuck Dolly as well."

"Oh, thank you very much, Sir," Francis responded with such enthusiasm that it made me wonder if he was denied orgasm or direct sensation as much as I was.

Without further cues, Francis stripped off all of his clothing. He did it so naturally and without prompting that I had to assume that it was part of his routine and conditioning. I could see that he did in fact wear a chastity device, and he walked over to Brian to ask him to unlock and remove it. Brian pulled the key out of his pocket and freed his submissive from the device.

I could see him start to grow as soon as it slid off of him. He was completely smooth beneath it, without any tattoos or markings. I lost sight of him, however, as he moved in behind me.

I drew in a deep breath as I felt his hands on my hips. Bent over and bound, it took effort to not just sink forward, but I wanted to express my obedience and submission in any way that I could, and holding this posture seemed to be all that was being asked of me at the moment.

I felt him guide his freshly freed erection to me. He was lubricated by his own Dominant's cum, still leaking from me, as he pushed forward into me. He had obviously kept stiffening and growing after he'd left my eyeline, as he felt so large inside me. The cage he'd worn had done an excellent job of hiding and controlling his natural size. I moaned into the gag as he built up his rhythm. He moved slowly inside me -- not quite tentatively, but perhaps carefully. It left me tormented, as my mind seemed to scream out for him to fuck me hard, wanting the pressure of his cock pounding at my prostate to perhaps bring me to my own orgasm as well.

It finally came to me that, if he had been caged for any length of time, he must be nearly overwhelmed with the sensations he was currently experiencing. I became convinced that he was moving so slowly and gently inside to lengthen his own experience, not out of any concern or consideration for me. I squeezed him tighter inside me. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to urge him to go harder, to finish faster, or just to share some of the torment that was wracking my mind at the moment.

Master and Brian had found a way to use pleasure as a torment for this man, and they were using me to do it, making me an implement of their plans. I hadn't been allowed to move freely or even speak since they'd arrived. I was something to be looked at, giggled at, stared at. I was dressed up as a show or display, needing nothing more to have my situation of complete ownership revealed.

I could feel the weight of the fake breasts on my chest. I felt the warmth and tightness of the stockings around my legs, and the ache of having to stand on my high heels through off of this. Master's cum was drying on my face, cooling and stiffening now. My jaw ached, the gag so full in my mouth, leaving me constantly drooling around it, robbed of the ability to form words or even control the dribble of saliva from my lips.

All I could do was moan, and grip this man tight in my ass as he methodically fucked me. After a while, even Master and Brian started teasing him about how slowly he was moving. Brian moved behind him and started, from the sound of it, spanking his ass with a bare hand, urging him to move faster and drive deeper.

Like a pony being flogged, Francis obeyed, and I was filled up with increasing speed and depth. I could see Master, in the corner of my eye, watching and smiling, as Brian urged Francis on, with words and smacks. He just kept urging him on, telling him to make good use of this gift. It took only a few minutes of that and Francis succumbed. I felt his massive shaft inside me twitching and pulsing and then spurting one more load of fresh, warm cum up inside my ass.

Both Brian and Master cheered him on, literally applauding him. I could hear Francis panting. When he staggered back, leaving me wide open once more, I felt a plug pushed mercilessly into me, sealing me full.

I was helped to stand upright once more, and I saw Francis at my feet, removing the ropes that tugged my legs wide. Master turned me towards him, smiled, and reached back to remove my gag.

I was still sputtering, stretching my jaw and licking my lips when he gave me a command I was finally free to obey.

"Clean him," Master said.

I nodded and slid down to my knees. Francis stepped forward and offered himself to my mouth. I had to tilt my head at times, reaching my lips and tongue underneath him, but I did my best, licking at him and sucking to slurp up the blend of his cum and Brian's. He stayed soft nearly the whole time, which made my job more challenging. He was only just beginning to show signs of stiffening once more when he was pulled backwards, leaving me kneeling there with my tongue extended in a rather pathetic and needy-looking tableau for a moment.

Brian locked Francis's chastity cage back on and then he re-dressed himself.

"Thank you, Master," he said to Brian, and then "Thank you, Sir," to my past Master.

Of course, no thanks were given to me.

I began to notice Francis start to tidy up, coiling the ropes that had been used at my ankles and packing them away. With a nod, he began to free my arms as well. It was a huge relief to feel the pressure at my shoulders released and, as soon as the ropes were off of me, they were being packed away.

Before I could even think of daring to ask anything, Francis was putting my gag back in place, sealing the taste of him inside my mouth. He was in both my mouth and ass, I thought and blushed to myself. He helped me to my feet and even helped me back into my panties, tugging them up my legs and lifting my skirt to make sure they were properly in place, cupping my caged cock for a moment to adjust me inside them.

"Time to put you back," Master said.

There was something cruel about making me walk over to the cross of my own free will and lift my arms up, so that Francis could lock me back onto it. Once my arms were stretched up and secure again, he guided me to step my legs wide so that my ankles could be cuffed as well.

Brian smiled and nodded, and Master looked me up and down. If it wasn't for the dried cum on my face and the smeared makeup, no one would know that they had been there. Actually, I thought as they made for the front door, Francis had at least cleaned away the coffee tray.

"Enjoy the rest of your day, Dolly," Master teased from the living room doorway, and then the door slammed and they were gone.

The silence was so quick and overwhelming. It felt like all there was to listen to was my own heart beating. I moved as much as I could, which was not a lot, but I could move enough to feel the tightness on my face as Master's cum seemed fully dry now. It began to sink into me that I had the cum of three different men on me or in me. They had come into my home and taken me -- I knew that the person I'd become would have given myself and my submission to them, likely eagerly, but they hadn't bothered to ask. They had known they would find me here, in this position.

My predicament, then and again now, was the one that my wife and now-Mistress had chosen for me, perhaps along with Jennifer's encouragement. Mistress had given me to these men. I knew it in my soul. I didn't know the details or the particular instruction, but in one way or another, Mistress had offered my body to them for use and pleasure. She had collared me and marked me, and I was hers to give, in this way and in who knew how many others.

I ached. Being fucked, I'd gotten close to sissygasm, but not quite there. Francis had moved too slowly and then climaxed too quickly. All that led to true mind-fuck of the completeness of this realization. It didn't hurt me that Mistress had offered me up for use, no, it was arousing me. I was coming to realize just how completely I wanted to have my life and self be hers, no matter the sacrifice.

Interlude

Jane and Jennifer woke from their nap in front of the television and smiled at each other with the pure decadence of it. They stood and stretched and shut the TV off, letting the quiet of the house convince them they were alone. There was something so wonderful about having the rest of the day stretching out before them without a single errand or housekeeping need staining their plans.

"Are you hungry?" Jennifer asked.

"I am a bit," Jane answered, "but the last thing in the world I want to do is cook. And my damned maid isn't here."

"Brunch out it is," Jennifer announced, laughing along with her.

The two of them got themselves together, with Jane borrowing a few more pieces of clothing, so she could look presentable and even a bit sexy. Jennifer knew a place not too far away and, since neither of them felt like being the designated driver, they called an Uber and within 20 minutes they were sitting out on a patio as the day warmed up, while their handsome server had been sent to fetch them mimosas.

"Life's not bad, is it?" Jennifer said, looking out across the patio, seeing the other tables full of people enjoying their days and meals, and watching their server walk away in his fell-fitting khakis.

"Not bad at all," Jane replied.

"I noticed the waiter giving you the eye," Jennifer teased.

"Funny, I thought that he was looking at you. Though I will admit that this top looks kind of good on me," Jane smiled.

Jane had selected a tank top with spaghetti straps along with a matching pleated tennis skirt, with a light white cardigan over it which tied at the waist and did a nice job of framing the view of her cleavage the top offered. It used to bother her when men had a hard time keeping their gaze above her neck, but now she was finding it sort of amusing. It made it clear which men were interested, and she now had the confidence to know that if all it usually took was a bit of her attention and she was almost guaranteed to have them in her bed if she wanted.

"He's not a fool. He was looking at us both, but I do think his gaze was lintering more in your direction."

Jane smiled, deciding to take the win.

"How do you know what you want to do next?" she asked after a long pause.

"What do you mean?" Jenn said.

"I mean, well, this is amazing, and I'm honestly having the best and most frequent and adventurous sex I've ever had. Things have changed so much, and so quickly. Am I supposed to know what's next?"

"Next, as in, something different?"

"I guess so."

"I don't think you have to think of things like a checklist or having an end game. If you like what you're doing, you can just keep doing more of it. You can keep seeing the same men if they are making you happy, or you can keep looking for new men, if you want things to be fresh and new. Honestly, there is some value in that, so your fuckboys don't get too attached. You've already got a husband -- sort of -- so it's not like you're looking for another partner, right?"

Jane laughed at the "sort of" and imagined David as Dolly, dressed up and probably being such a good girl for Ken.

"That part is true. I enjoy these men for what they can do for me in bed, or I guess how at least some of them can help me tease David."

"Sure. You don't have to change that approach at all, if it is making you happy."

"What if it doesn't after a while? I mean, have you ever wanted something different?"

"If I do, then I do something different. Trust me, however, taking a hot guy home and letting him take good care of your needs is a hard thing to get tired of. Especially when they are so eager and thankful."

"Oh, are they?" Jane laughed.

"Are you kidding? Take our waiter for example. This guy is maybe 24. He's handsome as fuck, and he probably knows it, but he's looking at you like you're a fucking snack. He's maybe just smart enough to know that women like us know what they want, and know what they are doing. You take this guy home and he'll go down on you eagerly and he's still at the age where he can fuck you for hours."

"You're so wicked," Jane laughed.

"I'm not kidding. Add to that, younger people are more open-minded. They've seen diluted kink in pop culture forever, and more than half of them are some version of bi. They're up for just about anything. Add to that, there are no stakes for you. If they don't offer what you want, you can just move on to the next. You have the winning hand already. If you want love, you've got your husband, in whatever form you want. You've got me -- I'll be your best friend or lover, whenever and wherever you want. If you need a cock, I know you've got a couple steady bulls already, and I think I can safely offer Ken as an emergency backup."

"When you say it like that, it sounds pretty fantastic."

"It is, trust me. There may be challenges, and you may have to deal with some jealousy or a guy who doesn't get it, but that's life. Your baseline from now on is amazing, so you don't have to go looking for things to worry about. Take what you want when you want it."

"You think it's that good and simple?" Jane asked.

"Will you allow me to conduct an experiment?"

"I may regret this, but sure, go for it."

"Okay," Jenn said. "Follow my lead."

It wasn't long before the waiter returned with their food and another pair of mimosas.

"Excuse me, handsome," Jennifer said. "I've forgotten your name."

"It's Ryan," he answered with a smile. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"There absolutely is, Ryan. Can you tell me honestly if you find my friend attractive?"

He paused and some nervous colour came to his cheeks.

"She is very beautiful, if you don't mind me saying so," he answered.

"She doesn't, I'm quite sure," Jennifer answered, keeping her attention on Ryan as the young man's eyes darted back and forth between them.

"My friend -- Jane is her name -- has recently been experimenting in her relationships. She is developing what might best be called an open marriage. Are you familiar with such things?"

"I've heard of them," he answered, looking about and shifting his weight back and forth.

"Good. Are you also familiar with terms like 'hot wife' and 'cuckolding'?" Jennifer continued to prod.

"I am," he answered.

"Would you be interested in perhaps helping Jane out with her experiment?"

"What did Jane have in mind?" he asked as a smile started to curl his lips.

"I know you're working, so I'll be succinct. Would you be interested in coming back to Jane's house with us, so that she could take you upstairs to her bedroom, where you could do your very best to give her the best sex of her life?"

"I... I think that sounds amazing," he answered.

"Would it still sound amazing if you knew that you being there would be part of teasing and cuckolding her husband?"

"If that's what she wants, and everyone's on board, then that sounds kind of sexy," he answered.

"Good answer," Jennifer smiled. "And what about part of this teasing means that her husband would actually be home while you had sex with Jane? What if he was actually dressed up in a humiliating outfit and tied up in the living room of their house, while you walked his wife upstairs and had some of the best and loudest sex of your young life?"

"Are you serious?" he asked, looking around.

"I am," Jennifer answered.

"She is," Jane chimed in, blushing a bit herself.

"It sounds like something out of a porn movie," he said. "On the off chance that this is real, I'm in."

"Wonderful," Jennifer said. "We're going to enjoy our lunch now, so why don't you let your boss know that you're going to have to leave a bit early today, and you can drive us to Jane's house."

"You mean it?" he asked again. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Jane answered.

"I'll be ready," Ryan said.

"Wonderful," Jennifer said. "We'll see you when we're done."

Ryan walked away with a huge grin on his face.

"See what I mean?" Jennifer said.

"Sure, you proved your point, but what are you going to do when lunch is done and he's ready to take me home?"

"Are you getting cold feet?" Jennifer asked, looking quite surprised. "You'll break the young man's heart!"

"Don't be silly," Jane laughed. "I'm going to let dear Ryan fuck me silly. I mean, when lunch is done are you coming along to watch, or are you going home?"

By the time they finished their lunch, Ryan seemed to be bouncing about as though he'd taken something. They paid their bill and left him a generous tip, then waited for him to indicate he was ready to go.

Jennifer sat in the back and Jane up front, letting her skirt ride up her thighs and smiling over at him as he drove, following her turn-by-turn instructions until they pulled up into Jane's driveway.

Jane led the three of them inside, and was eager to get deep enough into the house to finally see the St. Andrew's cross and its inhabitant. She laughed out loud when she finally saw him there, costumed and displayed, gagged and drooling. He looked so helpless, unable to speak or move, and she watched his eyes as he took in what was happening -- especially as Jennifer and Ryan came into view.

"Holy fuck. You weren't kidding," Ryan exclaimed, staring. "That's really your husband?"

"It is," Jane answered. "We call her 'Dolly' now, in her current role as my housemaid and plaything."

"It doesn't look like he can do much cleaning like that," he added.

"Well now, not as she is. True. But we wanted to try out something new," Jane said with a smile. "You might be happy to know that you're the first man who gets to be with me at home, and while Dolly is here as a bonus."

As if to punctuate her words, she stepped in front of Ryan, who was standing there frozen, entranced by the sight of this man, dressed as a woman and a maid, complete with wig and some kind of fake breasts. Jane lifted herself up on her toes, making up for the disparity in their height, and kissed Ryan thoroughly. The kiss surprised him and brought his attention back to her.

Jane took Ryan's hand and started walking, leading him out of the living room and up the stairs. It didn't take long before the sounds of their kissing and soft moaning echoed throughout the otherwise silent house.

Jennifer, smiling wide, walked up to Dolly and leaned in close.

"Is that dried cum on your face?" she asked, mere inches from him. "God, what a slut you are. A bit of time on your own and you're already blowing men? You smell like a whorehouse."

Dolly could only moan and blush in response, feeling the dried cum on her cheeks and the saliva falling from her lips. Jennifer eased back a bit and reached down to lift up the front of Dolly's skirt.

"Oh, I think your little caged clit is drooling just as much as your mouth is," she teased. "You're making a mess of yourself. You must have really loved what happened before we got her, and perhaps what's going on upstairs as well."

Dolly moaned softly, tiny bubbles forming around the gag.

"Did you get fucked, Dolly?"

Dolly nodded.

"Do you like getting fucked by men, Dolly?"

Once again, Dolly nodded, feeling her shame rise.

Jennifer reached down and slid her hands over Dolly's panties, cupping her balls and begging to squeeze them.

Dolly moaned, wondering why this seemed to be the latest torment that kept being repeatedly chosen by those in power over her..

"And did someone cum on your face, Dolly, because your mouth was full of a gag and couldn't be used?"

Dolly nodded again, groaning along with it, as Jennifer's grip slowly tightened.

"So it turns you on when men fuck you, and you like it when they cum on your face too, is that right, Dolly?"

Dolly nodded.

"Meanwhile, your wife is finding new men to fuck all the time. We found Ryan at the restaurant. He was our waiter. Your wife is so sexy and beautiful that she has no trouble at all finding men who want to be with her. She won't let you fuck her though, will she?"

Dolly shook her head no as Jennifer kept squeezing tighter.

"No, you are kept in your cage. Your little clit isn't of much use to anyone, other than to provide amusement. Your blue balls fill up over and over, until you're allowed to get fucked and cum like a sissy."

Without a question to answer, Dolly just moaned. It wasn't lost on either of them that other moans were becoming audible, as things upstairs and evidently progressed beyond kissing. Ryan's grunts could be heard and Jane was expressing her pleasure with loud moans, and it didn't seem like she'd closed the bedroom door.

"Do you even like women anymore, Dolly? Do you find us attractive, or are you just thinking about men and their cocks all the time?"

Dolly nodded, but was losing track of what questions she was answering.

Jennifer gripped him tight, as hard and firm as she could, and watched Dolly's eyes widen and begin to water. Then, after what seemed like an eternity to Dolly, she released him.

Dolly felt her balls throbbing and aching, and she knew that sensation would last, perhaps for hours. Jennifer had slipped back and pulled a chair out so that she could sit right across from the cross. She was dressed in a skirt not unlike the one Jane had chosen, but it was a touch longer and pleated. The pleats gave it more bounce, and made it easier to lift up and show to Dolly that she was wearing nothing beneath it. She leaned back, spread her legs, licked her fingers slowly and began to stroke herself sensually.

"I wonder what turns you on more in this moment. Is it looking at me, is it listening to young Ryan plow your wife, or is it the feeling of a plug in your ass while you remember your slutty adventures before we even got home."

All of those things were mixing together in Dolly's mind. It was impossible not to watch Jennifer. Her fingers were sliding up and down, over and in between her smooth, bare pussy lips which were growing more moist and puffy with every stroke. She was letting her head roll while keeping at least one eye on Dolly.

The sounds from upstairs were getting louder. They could both hear the furniture rocking and the blended sounds of their voices in moaning, gasps, direction and encouragement. Jane was taking charge from what it sounded like -- guiding Ryan's position, pace and pressure. Her cries of pleasure were punctuated by the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Dolly could almost picture them, and he imagined Ryan laying on his back, in their bed, while Jane straddled him and rode his young, hard body like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull.

The sights and sounds all around did make Dolly tense her body and squeeze the plug inside her. She could feel the ache of its fullness, right along with the mental awareness of what it held inside -- the cum of two men. The third man's load, her former Master's load, was all over her face, marking her as a slut as much as her outfit and appearance did.

She moaned into the gag. She wanted release and relief. She wanted to cum. The thing was, she knew nothing as clearly or for certain as the fact that for her, for "Dolly" her only chance at orgasm was going to come from being fucked, and mostly likely being fucked by a man. How could she help it, when tormented like this, to find herself imagining that feeling of a large, warm, hard cock being driven inside her, plunging into her again and again, until that deep pressure inside her built up and pushed her over the edge, granting her that slow, sweet sensation of feeling her cum spurt forth.

Dolly's sore balls throbbed and the teasing reality of listening to another man with Jane, right upstairs, was piling on, but the real torment came from knowing the answer to Jennifer's question was that it was the thoughts of men that were truly making her leak.