First Test

"You must be Charlie's new friend...I'm Vic," the green-eyed woman said, extending her hand to M while glancing over to Charlie. M took her hand, shaking it gently and introducing himself, trying to not feel overwhelmingly self-conscious. He found it hard to look her in the eyes, not knowing what Vic knew, and she broke the handshake with a smile and gesture towards the door.

"Come in!" Vic said, holding the door open for Charlie and M. They stepped in, and shutting the door behind them, Vic informed them drinks and refreshments were in the kitchen, before offering M a round of introductions and tour of her home.

Charlie squeezed M's shoulder, and smiling at him, said "go on ahead, I'm going to get us a couple drinks. I'll be along in a moment." M nodded, thinking nothing of it, and followed Vic around her home. Vic explained she is a specialist at Charlie's clinic, and most of the people at the party -- some twenty or thirty -- were either coworkers or business associates, along with some of Vic's and her husband's friends. The next few minutes were a blur of names and faces, most of which M was not likely to see again anyhow, along with the handshakes and small talk that came with it.

M felt distinctly out of his element at a party full of business professionals whose fields had nothing in common with his own, and the question of who knew Charlie, or knew what about her, never completely left his mind. He tried keeping up with much of the conversation going on around him, but much of it was over his head or involved people and places he didn't know, which again left him feeling diminished and excluded.

As Vic showed M around her home, M found himself slightly impressed by its tasteful decor and size. Her home had a large family room and joined kitchen area where most of the partygoers were, a smaller parlor room where the furniture was clearly more for decor than comfort, a deck in the backyard with a hot tub and a privacy fence, and a bathroom while its several bed and guest rooms, and master bathroom, were upstairs. As Vic led M to the kitchen, Charlie joined the two of them again with a kiss on M's cheek, handing him a glass of white wine.

"Here," she said, "I know you're driving, but at least have one drink". M nodded, thanking Charlie, taking a sip. It was dryer than M's usual taste, and while M was no sommelier, he could tell it was a quality wine. Charlie took the lead, asking M to follow her while she introduced the two of them together to those at the party she did know.

M largely went through the motions, taking time to exchange small talk and obligatory questions about himself, how Charlie and he met, and how long they had been seeing each other. Thankfully Charlie took the lead on more probing questions, answering with clearly well-rehearsed answers deftly avoiding they had met on a kink dating site, and that M was her submissive. For all M's years in kink, he had never been in a social environment in which his lifestyle had to stay either unsaid, or discretely acknowledged with a wink and smile, and he was thankful for Charlie's wit and experience.

But, M did notice Charlie's answers changed with two of her friends, and smiles and nods exchanged. One was a tall and skinny blond woman with a model-like face named Sam who wore a necklace M immediately recognized as a day collar, and the other was an average-sized but muscular man named Brian whose tattooed biceps and pectorals fought to break the confines of his polo shirt. These, M supposed, were the minority of friends Charlie mentioned were kinky, or at least more open and accepting of her lifestyle.

It was all very subtle and the language very coded in this atmosphere, and M felt a thrill at being in on a big secret, even if he felt self-conscious. In any case, M felt an immediate sense of relief and companionship with both Sam and Brian, as in the unfamiliar and uncomfortable environment of what felt more like a company social than a house party, the common thread of an unacknowledged interest in kink was at least something.

After Charlie's round of introductions, the party began to settle into smaller groups of people having conversations among themselves as engagements like this usually do. Charlie and M joined Vic and her husband, having a conversation with others in their living room. She sat on the couch, subtly pointing next to her as an order for M to sit. M felt a sudden rush of excitement and humbleness at the order in front of these people, however subtle it was.

M sat, thankful for the chastity cage for once, as he felt his privates awaken once again at having received an order. An erection here and now would have been humiliating and socially devastating, for both of them; as it was, M felt acutely self-aware of his genitals struggling against the confinement, and felt a thrilling and humbling sense of shame. Charlie had either anticipated his reaction or noticed it as he sat, or perhaps not at all and simply wanted the contact, and reached out to hold his hand, intertwining her fingers with his as the two of them sat together, leaning into him.

Charlie joined the conversation, but M was unable to follow completely, joining in with the occasional comment as he could. He was simply too aroused, and feeling self-conscious about his arousal, to keep track. M likely would have been bored by the conversation regardless, as the portions of it he was able to track were about topics he had no experience with, or about events and people he didn't know. Occasionally Charlie would break contact with him long enough to check her phone and send a message or two, and M felt less like a participant in the party and more like a living, breathing, adornment.

Beyond frustration at the feeling, M could not tell if he was humiliated or turned on it by it. Maybe both. As the conversation wore on and M begun to feel desensitized to his sense of exclusion and objectification, Charlie handed M her glass and said, "get me another glass of wine, please?"

Of course, the "please" at the end of the sentence was just a formality to maintain appearances. It was, unquestionably, an order. The order to get Charlie more wine renewed M's sense of exclusion and humiliation, and his cock once again reawoke to strain against the cage. M nodded and said, "sure", thankful for the opportunity to briefly separate himself from a conversation he couldn't follow anyway.

Vic stood and said, "Charlie, he doesn't know where the wine is. I'll help him -- does anyone else want more while we're up?" Vic collected the glasses of those who did, and walked with M across the living room and into the kitchen, which was mercifully empty for the moment as it seemed many of the other partygoers had migrated onto the deck for fresh air.

Vic walked around the island in her kitchen, opening the refrigerator door. From the other side of it, M heard Vic ask, "is this your first time being out like this?"

M wasn't entirely sure how to reply. That could mean so many things -- at a party like this, out with Charlie, out as a submissive in a totally vanilla environment. He settled on a noncommittal "yes", being unsure what Vic meant or what she knew. At least it had the merit of being true on most possible accounts.

Vic shut the refrigerator door, holding a bottle of wine and smiling at him. "Well, you're doing great," she replied. "Charlie's really impressed by you so far, I can tell". As Vic opened a drawer and retrived a corkscrew, M couldn't help but ask, "how much has she told you about me?"

"Enough," Vic said with a wry smile, handing the bottle and corkscrew to M. He had no idea what to think of the answer, and started uncorking the bottle as he considered it. Deciding to change the subject a bit, M asked instead, "so, are you..."

"Into BDSM?" Vic asked. "No. David and I are into wife sharing and swaps, though." M couldn't help but imagine Vic at a swinger club having the time of her life, maybe even with him, and felt another thrill of arousal at the idea. He remembered he was here with Charlie quickly, and pushed the thought aside with a healthy dose of shame. He lowered his eyes and focused his attention on removing the cork, which came out with a satisfying pop in short order.

Feeling Vic's eyes on him, and knowing she expected some form of reply, M asked awkwardly, "nice...so...any advice for me, with Charlie?" Vic leaned over the kitchen island, placing her hand over M's as he held the bottle. M could see down the front of her tank top, noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra; M averted his eyes, feeling more self-conscious in his arousal than ever. Vic took the bottle from him, and began pouring the glasses of wine.

"Sure," Vic said. "Whatever happens tonight, remember you can always say no and leave. Charlie won't think less of you for it, but it does mean your situation won't continue. So...think things through, and don't act too rash." M swallowed, getting a bad feeling in his stomach.

"She's planning something?" M asked. "Did she tell you what it is? What's going on?"

Vic considered her next words, continuing to pour. She looked at M and answered honestly, "I can tell when she's really into someone, and she's into you. She's definitely thinking about...something. But, I'm not going to get in the way. It's really down to whether you're right for her, if something does happen."

Vic's answer was no comfort; if anything, it made the feeling in M's gut worse. Part of him wanted to leave, then and there, but another part of him remembered what happened in the car, and to trust Charlie with control. M didn't for a moment believe Charlie would do anything to deliberately hurt him, but on the other hand, Charlie's "tests" were growing old.

The cage on M's cock suddenly felt heavier and smaller than it had at any point in the past week; while it was, according to Charlie, proof of her interest in him, it and its impact on his life the past week fogged his mind and clouded his judgment. Was he going along with this because he really liked and trusted Charlie, or was he just horny? Was his horniness facilitating this leap of faith which he was growingly unwilling to take?

Vic's hand on his, squeezing it warmly, brought M out of his headspace. Vic must have noticed his discomfort, as she smiled at him and said, "you're worrying too much. Just let things take their natural course, and if you two are right for each other, it will happen. If she didn't think it was a real possibility, you wouldn't be here."

This answer was more comforting for M, and he nodded, smiling back at the woman. Vic handed him two of the wine glasses, and they returned to the living room where the conversation continued. M handed Charlie her glass of wine, sitting back down next to her; Charlie checked her phone again and sent a message, before reaching out to hold his hand again. M tried to push his trepidation aside and enjoy the moment, but couldn't move past his concern what -- if anything -- might happen tonight, which Vic warned him about.

The conversation continued for some time. M followed along as best he could, struggling against his growing doubts, and Vic's warning and advice. Charlie's second glass of wine turned into a third, and M's frustration at his sense of exclusion slowly built. After finishing her third glass of wine, Charlie leaned over and kissed M on the cheek, whispering into his ear, "I'm sorry you're so bored...we'll leave soon, okay?"

M nodded, withholding his true feelings. She squeezed his hand to reassure him with a supportive smile, before disengaging to check her phone. After a moment, she sat up, announcing to everyone in the conversation, "I'll be back in a minute", before leaving the living room and walking around the corner towards the bathroom.

M thought little of it; after three glasses of wine, naturally Charlie would need to pee. At least, he didn't until long minutes passed -- far longer than would have been necessary just to pee -- and he noticed Vic watching him from the corner of her eyes, tinged slightly with inquisitiveness and concern. Something about the look on Vic's face set M alight with anxiety, and he shifted uncomfortably in the couch, hoping Charlie would come back soon.

More long minutes went by, and M's anxiety and discomfort grew to a point he could no longer take it. He got up and walked away, excusing himself by saying he wanted some water and fresh air, feeling Vic's gaze on him. He went to the downstairs bathroom, and seeing the door open and the lights off, knew Charlie wasn't there. M thought, maybe Charlie went upstairs to the master bath, and slowly walked up the stairs, his anxiety growing with each step.

The hallway upstairs was lit with overhead lighting, the door to the master bath open and its lights off. M realized Charlie hadn't gone to the bathroom at all...but where was she? He briefly wondered if Charlie ditched him, taking a rideshare or leaving with someone else, and felt a twinge of fear and anger. Then, he heard something from one of the darkened guest bedrooms, its door slightly open; he couldn't be sure what it was, but it sounded like a bed shifting and a groan.

M's heart leapt to his chest, and he felt a cold tightness in his stomach. Maybe the wine went too quickly to Charlie's head, and she needed a moment to lie down. Maybe it wasn't Charlie at all, and he'd just missed her on her way back from the bathroom. Whatever the case, he had to find out, and he crept to the door to listen.

On the other side, he heard another, unmistakably masculine, groan and wet slurping sounds. Muted, feminine, moaning and the sound of the bed shifting. A wet popping sound and a throaty laugh, and then, "you're leaking so much...I love it".

Charlie's voice. Sultry and breathy with a slight moaning tone, unlike anything M had heard from her yet. M stood on the other side of the door, feeling a sudden tightness in his chest, paralyzed by the shock and crushing despair of the moment.

"I've been saving up just for you," the man Charlie was with replied, his voice husky and dominant. M recognized the voice as Brian's, and immediately pictured in his mind what must be happening on the other side of the door. Was Charlie on her knees in front of him, or were they on the bed together? Were they both naked? What was Brian's cock like, and how much was Charlie loving the act of sucking him?

M's shock and despair turned to an intense flash of anger, as he heard the wet sucking noises and Charlie's muffled moans resume. Every nerve in M's body was aflame, in humiliation and mental anguish, and the tightness in his chest grew almost painful as M's head started to spin. He wanted nothing more than to burst through the door, yelling at her, asking how Charlie could do this -- have M bring her to a party, leave him feeling excluded the entire evening, and go so far as to blow another man. He wanted to know if Charlie cared for him at all, or if he was just some plaything to abuse and humiliate at will, consequences be damned.

He wanted to humiliate Charlie, show everyone at the party what she was really like; he wanted her to feel the hurt he felt himself. But, something stopped him.

Instead, M crept closer and sneaked a peek through the crack in the guest bedroom door. However M felt in the moment -- pained, humiliated, dizzy and half sick to his stomach -- he had to see for himself, even though he knew he wouldn't like what he would see. He had to know for sure.

All it took was a brief glimpse to know. M saw Brian laying naked atop the bed, covers thrown to one side. Charlie was also naked on her hands and knees over him, facing away from the door. M saw her head slowly bob over Brian's crotch, her breasts swaying from side to side, one hand between his legs, massaging his balls and the base of his shaft. Charlie's bare ass was plainly visible, but her pussy obscured by Brian's hand as he fingered it.

M stepped back, one hand moving to his face to muffle any noise he might make...and in case he felt the need to vomit, from the growing churning of his stomach having seen his date sucking another man's cock. M fought the urge to scream, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain and humility of the moment, and his head spun even faster as his entire body tingled from the waves of overstimulation.

"Just like that...oh, fuck," Brian groaned audibly as M heard the bed shift violently. He heard Charlie's muffled laughter, as the bed continued shifting. Brian gasped out, "don't do that thing with your tongue unless you wanna make me cum..."

Another wet popping sound, and M heard Charlie respond with a playful laugh, "if you've been saving up, you have enough for my mouth and pussy tonight..." More sucking noises, followed by Brian's urgent groans and the sound of thrashing on the bed.

M heard enough. Pain, humiliation, and anger transformed almost instantly into panic. He had to get out of here, he had to do...something. What, M didn't know, as long as it was away from here.

Walking quickly away from the door and down the stairs, M started to make for Vic's front door. He had every intent of walking right out, going straight home, and forgetting all about tonight and Charlie. His hand reached for the door, his heart throbbing in his chest and his head spinning, and...he stopped.

He realized, through the haze of his spinning head, the rapid and heavy heartbeats, and the queasiness in his stomach, he was...aroused. Intensely, maddeningly, so. His pelvic muscles clenching, his balls heavy and full pull taut against the ring of the chastity cage, and his cock fighting desperately to break free of its confines, leaking profusely into his underwear.

He couldn't get the image of Charlie, naked on the bed, orally servicing Brian out of his mind. Her sultry moans and laughs, and those eager sucking noises. The vocal sound of his pleasure, Charlie's hungry mouth wrapped around his cock. The sight of his fingers sliding between her pussy lips and rubbing her clit.

He didn't want to leave. He wanted to...go back upstairs and see more? He had to. But more than anything, he wanted to rip the damned cage on his cock off and unleash his pent-up sexual frustration, humiliation, anger, shame, confusion, and pain in a torrent of rapid, unrelenting, self-pleasure.

Did Brian cum yet? Did she swallow every last drop? Or, did she decide she didn't want his load inside her mouth, and decided instead to take it inside her pussy, in a flurry of hot, sweaty, animalistic rutting? If M just turned around and walked upstairs right now, he could find out.

No. M was too afraid what he would see. It hurt enough watching Charlie suck Brian's cock...to see her face twisted in orgasmic pleasure, moaning and gasping, as Brian thrust atop her pushing her to intense orgasms M could probably never replicate on his wildest days...it would be too much. M already could barely tell where he was, how he felt; his mouth and throat already felt impossibly dry, his chest tight and finding it hard to breathe, and he already felt like he might throw up from the shock and pain of the moment.

The only thing that he knew for sure right now, was he was the most turned on he had ever been in his life. Every nerve in his body was on fire, alight with raw, sexual energy...with no outlet. His entire body felt tingly and more alive than it had ever felt, every moment an eternity of unmitigated need for sexual release.

What scared M most, beyond the pain and humiliation that his date was upstairs fucking around with another man, was this felt really...really...good. Beyond the sensual mixtures of pain and pleasure he felt with other dominants, engaged in play that now felt impossibly vanilla and a lifetime ago. Beyond subspace. The whiplash between so many extreme emotions and feelings, mixing together in a tidal wave of overstimulation that left him desperate for any emotional footing he could possibly get.