The lines have become so blurred. My girlfriend Laura and I deep dived into cuckoldry this last year and to be honest, I am now genuinely concerned this is the gradual phasing out of our relationship rather than the free spirited exploration it once was. I don’t want it to be but we’ve not fucked in the traditional sense in a long time now and I seem to be spending more nights alone while she’s out having fun. Specifically, out having fun with Liam, a guy she has developed feelings beyond simple lust for, who also seems to be pulling her away from me. For instance, my last post; I had been so close to fucking Laura but when he found out, he put a stop to it immediately and was even annoyed at Laura which I found to be very concerning.
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The sad part about it is that Laura didn’t protest. In fact she antagonised the situation with brutal denial, happily following Liam’s request. I had literally finished sucking another man off after she coaxed me into doing it with promises of giving me entry to her pussy afterward and even though it took for me to step way out of my sexual orientation and carry the weight of shame for being so desperately pathetic, I did it. However, after having a load shot down my throat, instead of my dreams coming true, I watched from the window as she trotted out to get into Liam’s car and speed off to, god knows where, while I was left feeling used and stinking of fucking man cum.
I’d given her everything but it wasn’t enough and while I do enjoy humiliation and denial, I just don’t think I expected for as much of it to be her just leaving me on my own. I mean I’ve had my fair share of involvement too but recently not so much and now she was making me do things to other men too, I can’t help but feel things have gone too far. So. That being said. Last night I chose to have a talk with her.
‘It was you who wanted to start this whole thing!’, Laura answered my long explanation with dismissive annoyance after I managed to get her to myself one evening and pull her away from talking to guys on social media for a change.
I’d hoped for more of an understanding of my concerns and a bit of reassurance but instead, it felt as if my request to talk was an inconvenience which made my gut sink as I realised she most likely didn’t even want to consider going back to a closed relationship.
‘I just didn’t think you’d end up seeing so much of one person’, I said as passively as possible, with shrugged shoulders and open palms.
‘So, what? You don’t want me to see Liam anymore?’, she swapped from trying to avoid the point to pushing it right in my face, disguised as some sort of proof of me being a bad boyfriend.
Laura has such a way about her and is difficult to argue with. Her language is so confident and un-questioning of herself, that it leaves me only to doubt my own convictions and fear I’m being needy and and annoying to her.
‘It’s just we used talk a lot more and it feels like lately you’ve grown apart from me. I don’t want to stop you having fun. I want you to be happy. It’s just I wonder will you stay with me if we’re like this because we don’t have sex at all’.
My earnest explanation seemed to aggravate Laura further and her reply seemed to miss my point. ‘You’re involved loads of times! We even had a night of fun ourselves when you arranged men for me to meet! What do you mean we’ve grown apart? I thought you liked me being free and open!’.
I didn’t want a heated discussion but Laura acted so defensively and the victim of attack, for which my reflex reaction is to back away when she does as in-offensively as possible.
‘I do! Of course I want you to be happy. Look maybe I’m just feeling insecure. I’ll sort myself out and it’ll be ok.’
Laura, having turned the conversation to a place she was more comfortable in, sealed the transition by appealing to my self degrading nature out of the blue. ‘Why don’t you get on your hands and knees and clean my fucking boots? You’d like that wouldn’t you?’
I’m not stupid. I was aware Laura’s offering was an insult to my serious concerns but I am a glutton for punishment and her inappropriate forward suggestion which demonstrated complete disregard for myself, was sexy. My fragile ego was in her hands and she was squeezing it. She knew Id crumble with her sadistic request. Like an addict having his drug of choice waved in his face while he’s considering rehab, she looked at me nodding and smiling with raised eyebrows and her I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-you expression and the temptation flooded over me. I slipped down from the kitchen chair to the floor. Defeated. With twinges of jealousy in my belly and in attempt to appease them, I took my only opportunity to be intimate with Laura and with my hands on my knees, I lowered my head and began licking her boots. As my tongue lapped at Laura’s lovely leather footwear, I felt the familiar calmness of inclusion and my worries were temporarily forgotten along with the knowledge that at some point I’d be sitting alone again with nothing but Laura’s dirty panties to keep me company.
I looked up at Laura sitting with her legs crossed, still wearing her clothes from the office which were the knee high boots I was currently attending to, from which her diamond stocking clad legs emerged and ran up to the tight black skirt which clung to her curves and on top she wore a baggy silky pink shirt. She was looking down at me and rotating her shoe for me to be able to clean all of it properly.
‘Thankyou’, I said with my lips pressed against the toe of her boot, my head wallowing in frustration but somehow desperate for more of it.
‘See, you like this. Why would you want to go and ruin it’. Laura sat back in her chair and lit up a cigarette while I started the second passing of my tongue over her boots.
‘Liam just knows how to fuck me baby and you know you can’t do it like he does. What am I supposed to do?’ She continued, making my cock fully erect and giving me motivation to start licking even more thoroughly for her. ‘I mean, I can just cum with that man’s cock parked in my mouth for fuck sake’, she laughed. ‘He just has a way about him you know? Like really assertive and confident’. She seemed lost on her own trajectory of thought and I felt the twinge of jealousy in my tummy return.
‘Here. Open your mouth cuck’. Laura leaned forward and tapped the ash from her cigarette into my open mouth as I knelt there obediently for her, with my cock twitching between my legs. The ash was hot and disgusting but to be honest and if you’ve read my posts before you’ll know, it’s not the most disgusting thing I’ve tasted. Laura laughed, sat back in her chair and lifted the soul of her boot to press it on my face. I felt the dirt and roughness of it and scrunched my face up underneath her sole.
‘Clean it!’ Laura snapped.
‘But it’s really dirty’ I pleaded with her boot still on my face.
‘What kind of a cuck are you? Fucking clean it I said!’
I really wanted to be a good cuck for her so I put my tongue back out and began cleaning the souls of her shoes, intermittently being interrupted for Laura to intercept and inseminate my mouth with her fag ash. It was a complete low point for me. Attempting to ask my own girlfriend to consider my hurt fragile feelings and instead being stepped on and made to be her ash tray. I thrive on this level of disrespect and know deep down it’s my place, despite what disagreement my self respect attempted to whisper into my ear earlier.
My self respect was silenced now though. Now, Laura’s complete using of me sent my mind wild in frustrated desperation for her. ‘Do you want me to be your toilet?’ I blurted out, in hope of doing something really disgusting for her.
In the past Laura has pissed on me and done even worse but I was never really into it and found myself to be stretched beyond my limits when she did. You might of read about it. That was then though and now as my cravings for affection crept into all sorts of dark corners in search for any intimate opportunities that remain, I found myself warming up to the idea. I felt so, in the moment and riled up with passion that I had confessed it to Laura impulsively. It was true to my urges and at that point in time, I suddenly felt like there were no limits I would not cross for this woman. No bounds to the lengths I will go to, being completely and unquestioningly obedient for her.
‘That’s it. This is your place. I don’t want to have to talk about my sexual conquests again ok?’ Laura, astutely aware of me having melted into a subservient mess as I greedily cleaned the dirt from her shoes, capitalised on it and set the record straight. ‘I will use you how I like and you won’t say no. If I want to sleep with Liam or fuck and suck whoever I want, then I will. You can be my boyfriend when we’re with our family but other than that, you’re my cuck, ok?’. Laura seemed to be getting high off her own power as she spoke down to me like a naughty pet and I loved it. In a way, I drew reassurance from it, that she still got off on treating me like this and at least I wasn’t just an inconvenience like I’d felt before.
‘Here. Come and sit on the chair’, she said, grabbing another of the kitchen table chairs and dragging in over the floor to be opposite her. ‘And take your clothes off’.
I stripped off and sat my bare bum on the hard chair which she had positioned as close to herself as possible, directly facing her. We were so close that there wasn’t enough room for both our legs and so I had parted my legs around the outside of Laura’s, of whom’s were closed together.
‘You’re pathetic aren’t you?’ she looked at me with genuine disgust and superiority. It made my cock feel ready to explode right there and then.
She then stood up and walked around the back of me. My dressing gown had been draped over the back of another of the chairs and she picked it up, withdrew the cord from it and used it to tie my hands together behind my back and to the chair. Then she sat back down, putting her legs in between mine again and parting them, which pushed my legs on the outside of hers even wider and at the same time as giving me a glimpse up her short black skirt at the pink satin panties she had underneath which matched her shirt. The silky pink material was perfectly framed by the juicy thighs surrounding it and with the hood of her black skirt stretched tightly above from thigh to thigh. Not to mention the stockings which started just past the end of her short skirt. It was a picture to behold. Pre cum oozed from my helmet as my cock and balls hung off the edge of the chair, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
‘Yes I’m pathetic baby. I’ll do anything’, I replied, hypnotised by the view in front of me.
Laura in a clenched action of apparent rage, then leaned forward and slapped my twitching cock with force! It had been pointing straight at her and with a swift wack, she batted it downward and it bounced like a springy diving board.
‘Yes you’re fucking pathetic!’, she insulted, slapping my cock even harder a second time to which I could help but let out a moan.
‘Thankyou baby. I’ll do anything you want’. I fuelled her unhealthy sadistic power trip.
‘And yes. You will be my toilet’, she said, now tapping my cock a little bit lighter but still firmly. It was so hard it was throbbing and fighting against Laura’s strikes, flying back up every time she smacked it down and my balls were aching too.
‘Yes! Thankyou baby!’ I cried, enjoying the most cock action Id had with Laura in a long time.
Laura was thriving on teasing me with her cock slaps and dirty talk and continued on. ‘You can be my little toilet boy. Liam can be in charge of my orgasms and any other cocks I choose to have up me but you, my little cuck, can be responsible for being my toilet and cleaning my shitty bum after they’ve finished fucking it. Would you like that? Licking my shitty arse?’. She batted my cock again, which was now continually bouncing up and down from how often she was slapping at my shaft.
I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure. ‘Yes baby. I will clean your shitty bum hole! I’ll clean it so fucking good I promise. You can do anything to me’.
‘Good! And you can forget about having THIS ever again’, she said, pulling her pink satin panties to the side and showing me her open pussy which glistened in the light.
I was so desperate for it and drank up the view she gave me. Her clit always sticks out and it’s such an enticing pussy. Looking at it, alongside Laura talking to me and swatting at my cock was going to make me cum. I’d not cum in a while and the cock slaps were stimulating me enough that one of her strikes, could push me over the edge at any second.
Laura’s seductive language continued along with abusing my cock. ‘And if any of the nice men leave there sperm inside me. You’re going to lick all of that up too aren’t you?’.
‘Yes! Yes I’ll clean up all the cum for you baby!’
Laura withdrew the sight of her pussy from me, pulling her panties back into place. She then wrapped her fingers tightly around my throat and struck me across the face really hard with the other hand which took me by surprise and was quite a blow. She seemed on an uncontrollable high.
‘You’re pathetic! You can’t even satisfy me! I need big daddy cock up my arse, not little faggy cock like yours’.
She leaned forward and spat in my face. I tried licking my lips to capture it from my face into my mouth. The cock hitting continued and I felt my dick pulsating and is if any of the next hits would set it off.
‘I love bouncing on Liam’s big manly cock. He fills up my little cunt so well! He makes me feel safe like he’s my daddy and I always cum on him so much. Maybe you can suck daddy next time too’, her tone changed to a softer one which contradicted the hard hitting strikes she was simultaneously battering my cock with.
I let out a really loud cry of relief as I finally was made to cum directly by my girlfriend for the first time in a long time. She stopped hitting it as soon as she knew I was about to cum but it was far too late to stop that train baby.
‘Yes! I’ll suck Liam’s big daddy cock! I’ll drain daddy’s big balls into my pathetic mouth! Thankyou! Thankyou so much! I’ll do anything you want!’. My bouncing cock exploded and squirted so much cum with such a trajectory that it shot all over Laura’s stockings, thighs and tight black skirt and even went as far as landing on her pink panties.
‘Dirty boy. Fucking pathetic. Look at you!’. Laura had watched cum shooting from my un-touched cock as it continued bouncing and twitching on its own without being spanked downward and splattering cum all over her legs.
She stood up and untied me. ‘Clean it up’, she ordered angrily. ‘Look at the fucking mess you’ve made!’.
I, as wilfully as ever, licked and sucked all the cum from her legs, enjoying the smooth soft texture of her skin, between the string diamonds of her tights while feeling extremely pleased with myself in despite of Laura’s annoyance for me having cum all over her. I might not get this chance again so I fucking took it, like the naughty little cuck I am.
‘I don’t want to hear anymore about me neglecting you now’, she said, walking out the room leaving me 110% satisfied.
‘No. No I won’t ever complain again’.
I sat on the chair in disbelief at what had just happened. I wondered if maybe, it would happen again. Something I did know though; I wasn’t going to be complaining or refraining from doing anything she would ask me to do in the future. No matter what. This is it. I’m going full cuck. I’ll be no more than a gimp from now. An object for her to use and abuse however she feels like meanwhile I will worship the fucking ground she walks on and will swallow anything she graces my mouth with. Lost in my day dream of possibilities, I realised I’d forgotten what it was I was supposed to talk to Laura about in the first place. I got myself up, from the highs of my orgasm and went to find her but heard the front door close as I did. I looked out the window and saw her walking down our driveway still in her sexy office clothes towards a car. It was Liam’s. She got in and the car sped off.
‘Oh yeah, that was it’, I remembered.
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