Neighbours – Chapter 13

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I think it was waking up naked that reminded Cheryl what had happened the night before, but of course only the parts she was awake for. She kissed me eagerly. I couldn’t truly enjoy the kiss, as I was immediately afraid that she’d taste Liam’s cum on my tongue. It was probably in my imagination, but I felt like I could still taste it exactly.Other than her good mood, she didn’t mention anything about any details or specifics, and certainly nothing about falling asleep with my face between her thighs. She joked about my obvious appreciation of the way her gifts looked on her. It was only when she sheepishly asked me if I had remembered to use protection that I was convinced that she didn’t recall a thing about how her night had ended. She just assumed that we’d had sex and I didn’t correct her. She was in such a good mood, practically skipping around the house as she prepared for her day. It also didn’t hurt that it was Friday and, even with her enjoyment of her new job, she was still looking forward to the weekend. She gave me another long kiss on her way out, but if she noticed any strange taste in my mouth, she didn’t mention it. She drove away and I got myself prepared as required, in my panties and stockings, with the chastity cage locked back on. I remembered to put the plug on its charger as well. Liam hadn’t provided me any hints or suggestions at all about today, ücreti elden alan escort so I decided to do some work around the house while I waited for that eventual text or call or knock on the door. Hours went by without anything. I eventually started into some longer tasks, taking on setting up another one of the bedrooms upstairs and then getting back to my own work. All through it, I felt the silky touch of the panties stretched over my ass and the warm, smooth sensation of the stockings over my legs.The time to myself, teased by all these sensations, caused all the experiences and sensations of the week to race through my mind over and over. In such a short time, my deepest secrets had been exposed, and this man next door now held an ever-increasing cache of photographs and videos of me that only increased his hold over me. He’s already used that power to control me masturbating, as well as having me submit to him fucking my ass and mouth.After last night, it wasn’t just power over me. I had no idea how many cameras had been installed, or where they all were, but I was sure that he’d captured plenty of images of Cheryl getting undressed and then dressed in the lingerie he’d chosen for her. There was surely explicit video coverage of me going down on her, and then images of her laying across ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort the bed, stripped by my own hands. My caged cock leaked with arousal at the enforced reality of it all. Checking the time, I realised it was nearly 1:00, so I decided to take a break. I fixed myself a sandwich and brought it back to my office. I opened up my laptop and signed into my porn and gooning sites. I had barely started looking around when a DM arrived from MasterLiam. “If the cage and panties aren’t enough stimulation for you, get the plug and fill your ass. Now.” I rose up, feeling a kind of panic, and fetched the plug. I used a bit of lube, on it and on me, and then pushed down my pants and panties. I leaned forward, took a deep breath, trying to relax, and then pushed and twisted and prodded it up inside me. I sighed when the full width of it entered me, and I felt my body suck it in, until its wide base nestled between my ass cheeks. I redressed and returned to the computer.I knew he could be watching, or that he’d see that the plug was now online and available, but I responded to the DM online as well.“I am plugged, Master.”“Good,” was his only response, and then I saw the little dot next to his name go from green to black, indicating that he’d signed off.I went back to ücreti elden alan gaziantep escort bayan looking around, watching the stream of arousing images flow by, and seeing the messages of like-minded perverts, chatting and sharing as they always did. It felt different now for me, like I’d taken a step farther. There had been others online who seemed to be living their fantasies more than I had been able to, but now perhaps I’d joined their ranks. I was plugged and caged, dressed in panties, and I was certainly no longer in control.My cock ached, and there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to log out and get back to work. I found myself being incredibly productive. I felt watched and supervised, so I was working hard. Without the ability to touch or stroke, looking at the things I usually looked at when I was wasting time caused me frustration and even physical pain within the cage. I was horny. I was teased and aroused and frustrated. I had to admit to myself that despite my humiliation and the sexual confusion of becoming a plaything for another man, I was hungry to feel it again. With every step around my own house, I imagined this man watching me, controlling me, teasing me. I tried to anticipate what he might have in mind for me, but without much success.  My mind would wander, as I was searching through emails, or moving things around, and I would feel the vivid memory of when  he bent me over the edge of my bed. It wasn’t just the feeling of his cock — his real, flesh-and-blood cock — but it was everything that went with it. I’d been taken by a man. I’d been fucked someone else in the bed I shared with my wife. I had submitted to him. There was the leverage he had over me, but if I was honest with myself I knew that his nature gave him perhaps as much power over me as the blackmail did.

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