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Hearing his voice had nearly given me a heart attack. I jerked my head around to see him standing there, framed in the doorway, with a teasing smile on his lips. He didn’t wait for an answer from me. He just turned and walked down the hallway and down the stairs. I stood for a moment, listening to the pounding of my heart and looking around me. After a beat, I was able to think enough to at least realise that I didn’t have time to be wasting. I carefully and gently started to remove her lingerie. I unclipped the garters from her stockings and rolled and tugged them down her legs. I started off being very gentle and cautious, but it quickly sank in that I did not need to worry at all about waking her. It took a bit of prodding and rolling, but I managed to strip her completely and tuck her under the covers. She normally wore pyjamas, but Master had said only to strip her. With that task complete, I quickly removed all of my own clothing and made my way downstairs, barefoot and stark naked. My eager cock was flopping about, half hard. I found him reclining in the living room, having poured himself a drink of scotch.“You didn’t give her two orgasms, did you?”“No Master,” I replied, standing before him.“And you remember what that means?”“Yes, Master.”“Say Balgat Escort it, slut.”“It means that I don’t get to cum, Master.”“That’s right. I’ve fetched your cage, so you can put that back on and avoid temptation.” He set it down on the coffee table in front of me, so I quickly picked it up and fit it onto my cock. I had some lingering anticipatory erection, so it took a bit of fiddling to get it on properly. The awkwardness of the task left me red-faced when I finally was able to close the lock and stand before him caged once more.“Go fetch your collar and cuffs, slut,” he commanded.“Yes, Master,” I replied, and made my way downstairs.I felt silly and strange, walking around my house naked except for the cage. All while my wife was naked as well, although deep in a champagne-induced sleep.Once I returned to him, he rose to lock the collar around my neck. He then showed me how the cuffs locked around my wrists. Each one buckled snugly, and there were steel rings on each that would facilitate them being linked to each other or that could be used to secure them, and me, to something else. He moved behind me and used a simple padlock to secure my wrists together behind my back. “Yes, that works nicely. Now, go back upstairs Balgat Escort Bayan and bring back your wife’s new panties and garter belt. We can leave the bra and stockings for now.”“Yes, Master,” I answered again. I knew in my mind that she was sound asleep, but I could still feel my heart pound as I entered our bedroom. There was just no way I could explain away how I looked. I had dropped the things on the floor beside the bed when I undressed her, so it took a bit of twisting to get down on my knees and use my cuffed hands to pick them up.“You’re going to wear them,” Liam said, once I was back in front of him. He helped me step into the panties and tugged them up and over my caged cock. I could feel her lingering wetness on them. He stretched the garter belt around my hips and took a step back. Liam took time out for yet another series of photos. There could be little doubt which panties these were, if Cheryl ever saw these photos, as he had never seen another pair like them. “You can still taste your wife on your lips, can’t you, sissy?”“Yes, Master,” I confessed. “Her juices on your face make you look like a rather pleasing little slut. Are you, sissy? Are you a pleasing little slut?”“Yes, Master,” I replied meekly.“Say Escort Balgat it.”“I… I am a pleasing little slut, Master,” I said, my voice trembling. “Again. Louder. Mean it.”This time he raised his phone up to point its camera right at me.“I am a pleasing little slut, Master.”“Tell me your slut mouth is meant to give pleasure.”“My mouth is meant to give pleasure, Master.”Again I recited the words to Master and the merciless eye of the camera.“Your wife calls you ‘Chris’ doesn’t she, slut?”“Yes, Master, everyone does.”“Do you think it is right that you should be called a man’s name by your Master?”“No, Master.”“No, neither do I. When you are before me, you will be known as ‘Sissy Crissy.’ That is how you will be referred to and known as, and that is how you will refer to yourself as well.”“Y.. yess, Master.”“So tell me again what your mouth is for.”“M… Sissy Crissy’s mouth is meant to give pleasure, Master.”Talking about myself this way is humiliating and degrading, and the camera is capturing it all. I only seem to be able to sink further down.“I agree. Do you want to get that pussy taste out of your mouth, slut?”I felt my face burn. I felt my heart pounding in my chest.“Yes Master, Sissy Crissy wants to get the taste of pussy out of her mouth, Master.”He reached out and hooked a finger in the ring at the front of my collar, and then used that grip to pull me down to my knees in front of him. With my wrists securely cuffed behind me, I just watched as he opened up his pants and drew out his cock.
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