Monday, 31 July 2017

Cucky Texts


"You’ve been ‘ganging’ again haven’t you.”
Txt. Hi Gerald. Just a picture to let you know that Robert and me had a really nice time last night in the hotel. And thank you for being such an understanding husband - you really are such a treasure.
Txt. Thanks for the picture Rachel. It helps me when i know you are okay and i do like my dear Wife to be happy. Was it just you and Robert last night or have you slipped back into your old habits?
Txt. Just Robert and me. Making love all night long. Why the question?”
Txt. Then who took the picture and who is pouring the wine? You’ve been ‘ganging’ again haven’t you.”
Txt. Oh you clever little cuckold!

Sunday, 30 July 2017

A cuckold's Life

All cuckolds understand the natural law between Alpha Stud, pretty Mistress and weak little husband. Once understood, life becomes so much better for the cuckold.



Saturday, 29 July 2017

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Four

The T&L Auctions - my personal recollections - Part Four


White sugar


Warning - There are depictions of sexual intimacy between men in this chapter.

To read the previous chapters to the T&L Auctions - click [here]

Tears coursed down my cheeks as I looked across the room as my Wife Jen, naked except for a collar and chain, walked blinking from the darkened bedroom into the bright lights of the apartment. I could barely get her name out of my mouth from the emotion I felt - "Jen!" I croaked through my dry lips.

"Oh there you are Dear," she said in a 'matter of fact' manner as she walked towards me, her smile fading as she saw the tears on my face, "Derek, whatever is the matter? Why the tears?"

"I can't help it. I haven't seen you for weeks. You've become attached to another man," I knew that my voice sounded like a whingeing little girls but I didn't care because all of the hurt and frustration was pouring out of me in a rant, "I've been stuck in this shit-hole for weeks and still that bloody aeroplane just won't fly right."

Jen came into my arms and pushed her lovely breasts onto my chest and made 'shushing' noises as she stroked my hair and cupped my face with her gentle hands. My tears died away and all that I could do was look into those warm loving eyes. "And to cap it all I now have a plastic cover on my willy," I said, which immediately broke the tension as we both started to laugh.

She stepped back and looked down at the cage on my penis and struggled unsuccessfully to hide her amusement . "It suits you," she said smiling, but I didn't care, because I had my Jen back. She was here with me and that was all I cared about.

We were alone in the room and I knew that I didn't have much time. "Listen Jen," I said quietly so my voice couldn't carry through the door, "you could leave right now with me. To hell with the money! We don't need it. Let's leave right now. I'm sure I could take those jokers outside the door pretty damn quick."

"Jack and Peter?" She said looking incredulous, "Don't be silly, they're ex-S.A.S. soldiers. They would put you on your arse in a second.

"Then we'll call the embassy and get them to ....."

"No!"

"What? What did you say Jen?" My voice was louder now and I am sure it could be heard in the bedroom.

"I said No my Love," Jen replied; her beautiful face now calm and determined. "I'm sorry but I can't leave."

I already knew that she would respond in this way, but I was disappointed anyway. "Why?" I asked.

I shall never forget what she said to me that evening. I found out something in Jen's, and eventually my own, character - the joy of giving oneself completely body and soul was something she relished. Enslavement means the relinquishing of ones free will, and with the right 'Master' a highly erotic way of life, and Jen had found it.

"I love all of this Derek. The luxury! The travel! Not having to worry about anything."

"And the bed?" I asked sarcastically.

 She took my face in her hands again and planted a soft wet kiss on my mouth. "That most of all," she whispered as she pulled her head away and licked my left ear.

I know Jen well enough to recognize when she is in one of her impish moods so I was not surprised when one of her hands closed around my testicles and the plastic cover on my penis and gently squeezed. "Desmond is a real man," she whispered again, "who knows what a woman wants in her bed. He is used to the best in everything and makes sure that he gets it - including his willing slaves."

"I see," was all I could say, but she wasn't finished.

"Can you imagine just how wonderful it can be to be a dominated by a real man," she continued. "To strip naked for him at the snap of his fingers and to lie back, open your legs wide and welcome his very, very, VERY big manhood inside you. And you do this where, when and in whatever circumstances he decides, without question or demur."


And welcome his very, very, VERY big manhood inside.

"Not really Jen," I answered, "I'm a bloke. Remember?"

"Is that right?" she replied as she increased the pressure on my private parts.

I decided to change tack and asked her the one question that I dreaded the answer to, "Do you have feelings for him?"

She let my parts go, stood back from me and moved away. "Take that silly robe off. We are going to have supper in a minute," she snapped a little too quickly. Clearly I had hit a nerve. 'And why do I need to take it off to eat?' I thought.

"It was a simple question Jen. And as your husband it warrants an answer don't you think." I knew the answer already because I had heard her voice over the phone and I could discern the warmth in her speech. But I needed her to say it to me so I knew without any doubt.

"I do love you Derek," she said slowly as if troubled by that simple phrase. I nodded in reply but waited for the next words from her.

"And?"

"I'm deeply in love with my Master. I'm sorry Derek but there it is." she said, with tears glistening at the corner of her eyes.

There was only one way to play this situation, and even to this day I congratulate myself in understanding what the right thing was to say at that potentially terrible moment for a cuckolded husband like me. "So tell me something I don't know already."

"Me too kids!"

We both swung around and Desmond had quietly entered the room - naked. In a single glance I took in the muscular frame of a man who looked after himself and exercised regularly, mostly on top of my Wife no doubt, and a penis that could only be described as 'outsized'. His deportment and demeanour, nude or not, exuded self assurance and someone who is used to being obeyed. Holding out his hand to Jen she meekly joined him, like the subservient slave that she was; it was disconcerting to watch as she obediently looped the end of lead over his hand and onto his wrist.

"Did you hear everything of our conversation Desmond?" I asked.

"Most of it Derek," he replied, walking towards the table with the food with Jen tottering by his side, the leather lead now firmly in his grasp. "And Jennifer is quite correct - Jack and Peter would put you - as she so delicately phrased it - on your arse very quickly indeed. But there is no need for this macho nonsense, your Wife is at liberty to leave any time if she is unhappy. You're not unhappy are you?" he said looking down at Jen who was now kneeling at his feet with his dark brown member inches from her face.

She looked directly at me and shook her head deliberately and slowly. "No Master!" And with those words she lifted his large dark cock to her lips and tenderly kissed the large bulbous glans. It was crude, it was lascivious and it was the confirmation I knew was coming.



It was crude, it was lascivious and it was the confirmation I knew was coming.

Desmond continued, "And it was nice to hear that you care for me Jennifer. I think it's nice that two people who make love three or four times in a night should have feelings for each other." And to me he said, "So that's it then Derek - she stays!"

"Of course Desmond. I had to make sure she's okay."

His reaction was just to smile and then clap his hands loudly. The door to the bathroom swung open and in walked Georgiou - naked except for his little cage and a collar and lead similar to Jen's.

"Georgiou, before you sit down can you clean up the prawns and order some more from downstairs please?" It was a request but all four of us knew that it wasn't - it was a 'kind Master to obedient slave' type of request that precluded any further question. "Our guest was a little overcome with emotion when my Lady entered the room just now."

Georgiou flashed a commiserating smile at me as he cleared the prawns away and made a call to the hotel kitchen. Satisfied that his job was done he knelt by Desmond's feet and passed him up the end of his lead.

"The robe Derek?" It was Jen telling me again to get naked. I duly complied but without missing the point that her 'Master' was the only one of us totally free. 'I'm being played. Set up maybe?  Cultivated? I dunno but this little party is for my benefit. Just play along Derek.'

"Well this all looks very nice," I remarked referring to the food as I shrugged the silk robe off my shoulders thus rendering myself as naked as they, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

The meal was as delicious as it looked, with dishes from all over the world along with some local Arab delicacies. The replacement dish of prawns duly arrived, passed through the door by one of the 'soldiers', which generated some good-natured jokes about my clumsiness, all of which I took in good part.

We drank ice cold beer and deliciously cold German Hock to go with the savouries and sweet Sauterne with the Baklava and Basbousa, all of which were handed up to Desmond on his chair by his two slaves. I, like the other two, sat crossed legged on the floor facing the trio indulging themselves in the very best fare.

It was an odd evening but, now that I had seen that Jen was enjoying herself, I was starting to enjoy myself as the conversation became more relaxed and the alcohol took its effect. Georgiou, I noted, was just as comfortable as Jen being that close to Desmond's big member and appeared to be enjoying himself just as the rest of us. 'I wonder if  he really does for him what Jen is now doing? Is he jealous I wonder?'

The feeling of well-being was suddenly cut short as Desmond, with a glass of wine in one hand and Jen's right breast in the other said, "You do know Derek, that it is normal for me to purchase not only a man's Wife at the T and Ls but her husband as well. Isn't that right Georgiou."

Georgiou's head snapped up from the morsel of Baklava he was eating and said, "just like me Master."

"Exactly!" came the reply from the big man in the chair, "and how has that worked out for you old friend."

"As I explained to Master Derek earlier,"said Georgiou in answer, "I told him that I love being your slave and serving you."

"So you see Derek, I paid the going price for a couple but, because Jen is so pretty, I was content to have just her. But if you wish there is room for you here."

I knew what he was intimating but I needed to remind him of the reality of the situation. "I had absolutely nothing to do with Jen going to that auction Desmond. I was out here and had no real say in the matter at all. So I'm sorry if you feel that you have been cheated but it's not my fault."

I thought that he would be angry at this but he was not. "I guess that I shall just have to make do with your pretty and very sexy Wife then," he said with an affectionate squeeze of her naked breast.

"And that's another thing," I interjected, "Jen is more than just tits and smile." The room suddenly became quiet, "It's true!" I said to a row of mouths open in astonishment.

"Go on Derek," said Desmond quietly.

"I know my Wife is sexy, good in bed and very willing to give you what you want. Yes she is a slut, we all know that." Looking up I could see Jen's furrowed eyebrows that in itself was a forewarning of storms to come - normally. "But what you don't appear to have discovered is that she can be very funny and, to cap it all, she is one of the kindest people you will ever meet." The furrows disappeared from her face as if by magic only to be replaced by a tender smile.

"I am sat here you know," she said to nobody in particular to immediate laughter around the room.

"That's well said Derek!" said Desmond, "And that's why I would like you to be my guest on Friday. I have arranged for some adventure in the desert."

I was suspicious. "Adventure?"

"Some dune busting in my Range Rover, then an oasis picnic. How does that sound everybody?" At which Jen, her breasts bouncing delightfully, and Georgiou burst into excited applause. "And you Derek," He said looking directly at me, "are you up for a bit of fun in the sun?"

'I have had enough sun to last me a bleeding lifetime.'  I thought before answering, "invitation accepted Desmond. Thank you! I'll stand my team down for the day, we could all do with a bit of a break anyway."

"Excellent! My car's air conditioned by the way," Desmond replied as if reading my thoughts.

The little party, albeit the naked slaves, Master and cuckold party, went on for another hour before my drooping eyes reminded me that I had been up since early that morning and had worked all day in a hot hangar on the airfield.

"I'm sorry everybody," said to all three, "I'm just about 'done in' and I have to be up at six tomorrow morning to be at work for seven thirty." Looking at Desmond, I thanked him for the evening and the invitation and then turned to Jen.

Her eyes were showing concern as I spoke, "I can see that you are happy with Desmond my Love and that makes me feel a whole lot better. As you can see, I accept that you are enjoying your time with him so, as your cuckold, I shall bid you goodnight."

My little speech cleared her worried frown and she stood to kiss me gently on the cheek. "Sleep well my Love," she whispered, "and stop worrying about me. Master is a wonderful lover. And you are a wonderful husband. Now you had better put you robe back on."

Georgiou held out his hand and took me through the apartment door down to the next floor via the stairs. Room 1601 was directly below Desmond's and had a similar layout; it was luxurious but not quite to the same standard as the one above, nevertheless it was a far better room than the one I had vacated.

As I cleaned my teeth in the bathroom, Georgiou pulled down the bed covers and made it ready for sleeping. Turning to me he said, "Master Derek! My Master has tasked me with looking after your well-being; that includes acting as your personal valet and servant."

I tried to interrupt him to tell him that I didn't need a 'bloody valet', but he continued before I could speak."Clearly, Master thinks highly of you enough to assign me to you as your personal servant and I am to serve you in all ways. So, although you may feel a little uncomfortable about this, I can assure you that you will become used to the idea pretty quickly and you will find that I take my duties very seriously. Your comfort is my sole purpose in life while you are here in this hotel."

I stood naked in front of him (again) open mouthed and the only thing I could say was, "I don't want a servant Georgiou."

"I know that," he replied, "but I have my orders. Besides, just think of me as a faithful and intimate friend."

"Whatever you like Georgiou," I replied, "but you are not my fucking servant."

"As you say Master Derek," was his reply, "now if you would like to get into bed I shall say goodnight. Unless you need me for anything else."

"Yes I bloody well do," I said as sternly as I could. "Can you get this sodding cage off of my willy please? I can't go to work tomorrow with this on."

Georgiou smiled back at me as he replied, "I shall be here in the morning to serve you Master Derek. You might find that you may want it on tonight and I shall let you out when you get up."

This was outrageous and I said so to him in no uncertain terms, but when he reminded me that he was under 'orders' from Desmond I had to be satisfied with - "Some bloody servant you are!" Which elicited a giggle from him as he left the apartment.

I was bushed. I had been up all day and I had drunk a glass too many of the Hock and Sauterne and as I stretched out on the cool Egyptian Cotton sheets of the bed the bedside phone rang. 'Oh shit! Who the hell can that be now?' I just wanted to sleep.

"Hi Derek!" It was Jen. "Georgiou tells me that your bed and ours are in the same position. That makes us less than fifteen feet apart as we sleep tonight. Isn't that a lovely thing?"

She was doing it again. Just like the other night when she phoned. Tormenting me. "Desmond's fucking you right now isn't he."

"Mmmm! Oh yeah!!" It was a faraway reply but, as a cuckold of some long standing, I knew she was telling the truth because I had heard that tone in her voice many times through our bedroom door at home in Lewisham.


"Mmmm! Oh yeah!!"

It's a funny thing about being a cuckold. The more I listened to my Wife upstairs just a few feet above me in bed with the man she now calls 'Master', the better I felt. He was giving her all that I could not and she, wanton little cow that she was (and still is), was returning pleasure in profusion and with invention. My little cage filled and stayed that way until I fell asleep listening to the noises of their lovemaking through the telephone receiver that I had laid on the pillow by my ear.

The bed was so comfortable and I slept so well that I didn't hear Georgiou enter the apartment at just before six the next morning. "Master Derek!" He spoke quietly but insistently until I heard him, "I have your clean clothes and it's time for you to get ready for the day ahead."

"What the fuck Georgiou! I can get up by myself. How's Jen by the way?"

"That is good that you think about your Wife immediately after you wake. You are going to be such a good cuckold Master Derek."

"I'm that already feller!" I responded with a degree of impatience as I disappeared into the bathroom. I did my normal pre-shower activities before stepping into the beautiful wet-room; looking down at my penis I realized that I still had my little plastic restraint on. 'Christ! I'd forgotten I had it on. I quite like it really.'

Georgiou had followed me into the shower and was ready with a sponge before I could say anything. "Before you do your 'valet' thing I would appreciate it if you could give me the key, so I can take this thing off my cock."

"Yes Master," he replied as he knelt before me looking intently at my penis cage, "I'll just unlock you right away. And can I say that it is a matter of form for cuckolds like us not to refer to their penis as a 'cock'. That term should be used by 'real men' only."

"What? Who the hell says ... so!" I exclaimed. But it was too late, his fingers were lifting my balls up and a small key, 'Where the fuck had he been keeping that?' was inserted into the lock keeping my cage together. With considerable deftness he removed the pieces from my groin and dropped them into the pocket of his robe hanging nearby.

Once again, within less than twelve hours, I felt this strange little man's expert hands on my body and I relaxed yet again under his attentions as he washed me. "Open your legs  please." His voice seemed to come from afar as I luxuriated in the warm water so it was just a few moments before I realized that his soft hands were stroking my balls and testicles. I didn't jump at his touch because, if I am honest, I had half expected him to touch me there, therefore it was no surprise that I started to enjoy the sensation of his soapy hands on my little penis which showed its appreciation by standing up proudly.

"Someone needs a little comforting I think," he remarked from down by my groin and immediately started to skillfully excite my 'little man' with gentle fingers and hands. He was jacking me off and I was too far gone to do or say anything about it, so I just stood in that lovely warmth and enjoyed my first experience of another man pleasuring me.

"These balls of yours are almost 'Greek Blue' old chap! And as your personal servant it is my duty to relieve you. So just relax and enjoy it. I'm very good at this."

I was in no mind to argue and as the enjoyment coursed through me and built, I knew that my climax was close. "You'd better stand back mate," I said through gritted teeth.

Georgiou ignored me and just increased his attentions on my little rod. My legs trembled and my mind went blank as I spurted again and again onto his face and shoulders. He had been right, he was very good and I had needed 'comforting' but I felt guilty over ejaculating over him.

"Oh I'm so sorry Georgiou," I said as I regained my equilibrium.

"No problem Master Derek. I'm used to it," he replied, "now let me dry you and dress you ready for your day," he said as he washed my semen from his face and body and then reached for a towel. Standing closely to me, this naked little Greek man dried me and then dressed me in the clean clothes that he had laundered overnight. Although I was touched by the level of attention he was giving me I had to wonder whether it was an 'accident' as his nose came into a lingering contact with my penis when he pulled up my underpants for me.

I was dressed and as he stood back to admire his work I said, "Georgiou! Thank you for what you just did in there but understand this; I am a cuckolded husband, that doesn't automatically make me a homosexual."

"Neither am I Master Derek," he replied, "My life is to serve others. My Master, Mistress Jennifer and you Master Derek. If I get any sexual gratification from what I do it is the very thought of serving people like you, who in just this short time, I hold in very high regard. So can we not discuss this again please."

I nodded. Abashed at my naive assumption of his sexuality and apologised to this well meaning young man. So I thought that I should make a conciliatory gesture towards him, "I am going to breakfast downstairs Georgiou, would you care to join me? I take it that our two love birds are still asleep."

"They won't rise until lunchtime now Master Derek. So that would be very nice - thank you. I need to get into something decent and I shall meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

We both went for the door to exit the apartment, but before we left I spoke to him, "Please don't call me 'Master Derek' while we are in the Dining Room. Or anywhere else in this hotel other than this room and the one upstairs."

"No Master Derek!" I stopped and looked suspiciously at him and I could see the friendly mischief in his eyes. But he continued, "All of that has to come off," he said pointing at my groin.



"All of that has to come off."

"What do you mean," I replied.

"All the fuzz around your penis. Your pubic hairs. I shall cut and shave them off when you return this evening and before we go upstairs. Master requires it so."

'Oh fucking hell! What next I wonder.'

Friday, 28 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Just as you have done with all of my Lovers


“Oh you seem to have made up with Master."
“Oh you seem to have made up with Master. What was the spat about anyway?”
“I said that I didn’t want you in here when we are making Love. And he said that you should be, seeing that you are my husband.”
“So i have Master to thank for letting me in my own bedroom to watch another man ‘do’ my Wife. Is that right?”
“Yes cucky. And I think that you should get over here right now and show him you appreciation and gratitude. Just as you have done with all of my Lovers before you little sissy boy.”
“Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress!”

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - You will love it little man


"It’s going to take a lot of courage."
“Me too My Love. It’s going to take a lot of courage for me to stay in a hotel overnight while knowing that my lovely Wife is spending the night in the arms of another man.”
“You will love it little man, you know you will. You can sit on the bed and imagine all of the things he will be doing to me. You can see my naked body with him on top of me thrusting his big brown manhood inside me in your mind’s eye. You will be able to hear in your head all of the moans and groans of two people having wonderful sex. Courage doesn’t come into it. It will play right in to your fully justified low sense of worth.”
“Is that your ‘delightful’ way of telling me that i will be a good cuckold?”
“Yes Dear! And it’s also my way of telling you to clear off.”

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Even better than i do


It’s humiliating to be a husband with an unfaithful Wife.

It’s humiliating to be a husband with an unfaithful Wife. Knowing that everybody knows that a better man than you is taking your Wife for his pleasure. Seeing her naked body lie before him and mounting her like the Black Stallion that he is.

But when she tells you that the one menial little pleasure that she allows you to have with her is so much better when he does it, then that is really, really humiliating.

Oh what a joy it is to be a cuckold!

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Should i go over and ask him?


“i think that you have already thought
about what you and him are going to do."

“So whaddya think? Should i go over and ask him?”
“It would be nice to go on a date with another man for a change. Are you sure you won’t feel a bit of a sissy with your Wife out partying with a Black Man?”
"Of course i would. But i guess that it would be something i would have to get used to.”
“And if he wanted to take me off to his room and I spend the night with him having lots of wonderful sex. Enjoying his strong dark body between my legs, his lips exploring my naked body, his big thick black cock inside me and finally his seed flooding my vagina throughout the night as he fucks me again and again and again. Could you get used to that?”
“i think that you have already thought about what you and him are going to do. So do you want me to ask him?”
“Oh I think so cucky. And make certain he knows that I’m happy to ‘put out’.”
“He knows that already my Love. i told him in the bar last night.”

Monday, 24 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - He’s going to be such a good little cuckold.


"Is there something you’re not telling me?"

“You’ve never looked happier than right now Sweetheart. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Yes Master.”

“And that is?”

“I have told my husband about you and me. He’s not going to make a fuss and admits to liking the idea. He is going to be such a good little cuckold. So obedient and so, so, submissive.”

“Does that mean that we can go ahead with you know what?”

“It does, and who knows. ‘You know what’ may be growing inside me already.”

“I think I’m going to love the next few months.”

“And so will cucky my Love!”

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Cuckold Conversation

Total sublimation of one's will is ever the lot of the true cuckold, but what many non cuckolds fail to understand is the deep and erotic pleasure such humiliation can bring.



Saturday, 22 July 2017

Cuckold Cartoons

Every now and again I like to include Cuckold Cartoons and Art. Please enjoy, but note that they have a more stronger content below.



"I've seen her with him so often now, 
i don't even bother to look anymore."

 

"My hubby won't be home for hours."




"I hope she's having fun at her friend's 
Baby Shower Party."




The first steps in a successful marriage is 
learning to share.




'Sweet dreams are made of this, 
who am i to disagree.'



A marriage made in heaven.


The way it should be!



My Jane always enjoys her 'work outs' 
at the local gymnasium.




To keep locked or unlock, that is the question many 
Wives have faced so gallantly.




My Wife knows the true meaning of 
'to have and to hold.' 

It means she's going to hold him 
and he's going to have her.


Friday, 21 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - What it means to be a true cuckold.


 If he wants her another way, that’s Okay too.

Every cuckold who has seen his Wife being had by her Black Lover will recognize the expression on her face. It’s the look that tells her Master that if he wants her this way that’s Okay and if he wants her another way, that’s Okay too. And if he wants her any time day or night, she’s his for the taking and if he wants to fuck her all night long then it’s ‘yes please’. And if he wants to put a baby inside her then that is his right.

And her hubby has no say in the matter at all and knows that the natural order is for the smaller, weaker man to give up his pride, his manliness and his Wife to the better man - for that is what it means to be a true cuckold.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Take me to him


“Take me to him Cindy."

"Take me to him Cindy. I do so want to be ‘Black Owned’ like you. I want Lucas, my Master, to know that I am now his submissive slave who will now devote her life and her body to his pleasure.”

“You understand that once you have knelt before him and given yourself to him totally, then you are his, and not your husband Frank’s, for the rest of your life.”

“Of course I know. And so does Frank. We both see it as a natural order.”

“Do you think that Frank will be a good cuckold? It’s not easy for some men you know.”

“It will be for Frank. He is a born cuckold.”

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - “I’ll tell him tonight Master.”


“You will look after me won’t you Master.”

“You will look after me won’t you Master.”

“No need to ask Darlin! I intend to look after what’s mine. Always have and always will.”

“So you think of me as yours do you? My husband might be interested to hear that?”

“You haven’t told him about us? Don’t you think you should soon. Especially now I want to put a baby in you.”

“You didn’t say you wanted to get me pregnant.”

“Well I’m saying it now Sweetheart!”

“I’ll tell him tonight Master.”

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - “I can accept that.”


“So you will be in your Master’s bed tonight."
“I can accept that.”
“You mean that you would be Okay if I had a Lover after we were married?”
“Of course. So will you marry me?”
“I will My Darling. Now will you pass me my dress? Denzil is waiting to take me out on a date.”
“So you will be in your Master’s bed tonight. The very night that i have asked you to marry me.”
“Let’s start as we mean to go on cucky.”
“Yes Mistress!”

Monday, 17 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - i am the man she calls ‘cuckold.’


It has taken a while but she is now perfect for him.

It has taken a while but she is now perfect for him. I had rubbed her down with a soft towel after her shower and then wrapped her in a warm dressing gown. I did all those private things a servant should do to make her look beautiful, including painting her nails (toes and fingers). I was very careful with my razor when i trimmed her soft and downy pussy hair so there would be a nice ‘landing strip’ for her Lover to appreciate.

i then helped her put on her garter belt and black stockings that accentuate her long and lovely legs and carefully i held the dress as she stepped into it and pulled it up over her pretty arse and her bare breasts.

Lastly, i took a photograph of my beautiful Wife in the last moments before she left to be with her Lover. The man she calls ‘Master’ - the man whose seed now grows in her body.

And me? i am the man she calls ‘cuckold.’

Sunday, 16 July 2017

In Our Imagination


In my imagination I hear cuckold's Wife telling her Lover to wait a while because she is feeding her pet.



What do you hear or see in yours fellow cuckolds?

Saturday, 15 July 2017

How Would You React - Drowning in Passion

Warning - this blog contains written and visual content of a 'gay' nature.




Your holiday in the Caribbean had been one of a complete conversion from happy husband to that of complete cuckold. Your conversion had been both swift and absolute; so much so that you were now kneeling at your Wife's feet, collared on a lead being held by your Wife's Black Lover. You were naked except for your cuckold's antlers, your little penis restraint, and the stocking hold ups that now encased your slim and pretty lady-like legs. 

You should have been totally shamed by your humiliation but you were not; on that warm beach that night you felt a part of something greater than yourself, especially that now your Wife, who you now call Mistress, and her Lover, who you now refer to as Master, had now decided to make love without any birth control. This life changing decision had been made without reference to you but, just in case you were in any doubt, her 'pills' now hung around your neck in a small glass phial.

In the few days that you had been at the resort (Mandingo Palms) you had learnt to pleasure Mistress with your tongue after Master's seed had erupted in her in their love sessions. You had willingly become a slave to them both and had 'mastered' the art of intimately pleasuring your Wife's Lover - any previous limits to your sexuality had now been removed.

The story so far can be accessed at [How Would You React - All the Chapters]

It was a wonderful evening with Master, Mistress on that warm and lovely exotic beach. Being led around by your Master like a pet was a surprisingly erotic act of humility and subservience, especially as everybody at that beach party knew that you were now the property of the handsome and strong Black Man who had hold of the lead.

Other Masters, with their own pets, inspected you and commented approvingly on how much of a sissy you were and listened in appreciation to Master's recounting of just how you had showed your devotion to his manliness. They were especially interested in how you had 'tea bagged' Master's big heavy balls and then went exploring his anal sphincter with your tongue. 

Some of the more shy cuckolds physically blanched at the idea and looked worried that they might be called upon to emulate your tender 'man to man' pleasures. But you didn't care, because you were the top cuckold now that the 'second year' cucks were tucked up in bed with their gay Black Lovers, and that you were the proud wearer of the cuckold's antlers - they were your badge of honour.

"Hey! Sweet Cheeks!" It was MC. He had mingled with the crowd for a while, joking and laughing with Wives, Masters and cuckolds alike after presenting you with your 'cucky pendant'. He was now standing over you with that same kindly, but amused smile, "I'm going to need your antlers back. There's a new guy gonna graduate tomorrow."

You felt deflated! Your cucky's horns were going to be put on someone elses head. You felt the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "Yes Master," you stuttered, "anything for you."

"For the cause Sweet Cheeks. For the cause!" He repeated. 'What cause?' you thought, as you bent your head for MC to remove the headgear.

"Come on little puppy," said Mistress fondly, "get up now. It's time for bed!"

You stood up, still partially naked with the orange glow of the fire glinting off your little plastic restraint, and after saying your 'goodnights' you were led by Master tugging gently on the lead back to your hotel room.

"Get undressed Sweet Cheeks and stay by the bed," said Master, "You may watch for a little while my Woman and me make out. But I am going to need your body later." You didn't know what he meant by that but, like the subservient sissy you are, you obeyed without question.


Mistress and Master started to kiss and explore each others body, and it wasn't lost on you just how expertly they found the best ways to increase each others passion. Kneeling before Master, your Wife took his large dark member into her pretty red mouth and you marvelled at how efficiently she brought that beautiful brown organ erect, hard and ready. They were ready for their love making - but this time you knew that it was more than that, they were mating for a real and, for you, a deeply humiliating purpose.

"Lay face down across the bed Sweet Cheeks. Half way down. I want my Woman's arse resting on yours." You stared at Master with incomprehension. "Now Sweet Cheeks!"

You threw yourself onto the bed just in time for Mistress to place her own delightful little arse on yours and then open her legs wide for Master. "We are both yours now Master," she managed to whisper just before his hard brown cock, still slick from her mouth, slid effortlessly deep into her lovely young body.



"We are both yours now Master."


You felt his weight bear down on her as he pushed in and then relieve as he pulled back. In again and out again he moved his big rod in your Wife as you lay face down feeling their mating through the cheeks of your arse and the small of your back. 

You knew the reason Master had put you in this position, and it had little to do with your sexual involvement. You were being used as a cushion to raise Mistress's lower body so Master could achieve deeper penetration. And, you realised, that this would give Master's spermatozoa an easier 'swim'. You were being humiliated by the better man using you to assist in the 'knocking up' of your Wife and, not for the first time that night, your little 'cucky cage' felt tighter on your penis.

As you lay underneath the Lovers, you could tell instinctively when Master was nearing the 'point of no return' as your whole body was bouncing on the springs and your head was being made to flop up and down like a toy dog in the back of a car. Your Wife's screams and Master's grunts signalled the eruption of his seed, so it was no surprise when the bumping stopped and Master roared like a lion. His potent seed was flooding into her fecund and receptive young body. 

'Was that the moment he impregnated my Wife?' You thought to yourself, 'or will it be another yet to come. (pun intended).'

Master pulled slowly out of your Wife and allowed his sticky manhood to fall onto the side of your hip, "Stay just there Sweet Cheeks," he said through his heavy breathing, "We want all that seed of mine to stay in my Lady."

"Yes Master!" You replied, "And do you need any of my special services?"

"In a minute cuck boy! Let me get my breath back, then you can do that 'resurrection' thing of yours.

You knew what he meant and your sense of anticipation rose, as his excitement dissipated - shrinking his manhood from huge down to very big only. Master got off the bed and moved around and lay on the bed next to Mistress and started to kiss her in the gentle post-coital way that you were now very familiar with.

After approximately five minutes Master raised his head from kissing your Wife's lips and quietly reminded you of your duties, "That should do it for now Sweet Cheeks. Now let's get our thing going again."

On hearing this, Mistress raised her bottom up and allowed you to roll over on your back and escape from your subservient position as 'Pillow Cuck'. "Are you ready for me Master?" you asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

He didn't reply, but got off the bed and stood over your face. And like the cuckold sissy that you are, you obediently opened your mouth ready for him to spread his legs and lower his manly dark manhood inside. You were back where you had wanted to be - supine, submissive and willing to be used by the man you now understand as your 'Master' in all things.



supine, submissive and willing to be used.

You knew what was needed from you as a sissy cuckold and immediately went to work with your tongue on the large glans that now rested gently in your throat. You could smell and taste the dry semen caked on his big weapon but still felt honoured that a real man such as he would entrust the symbol of his manliness to you.

As your tongue and your fingers worked their magic you could feel his cock thicken, strengthen and fill out so much so, that it started to become erect again. It popped out of your mouth because of this and you sufficed with licking its underside, stroking it gently and then using your recently acquired 'tea bagging' skills. Master clearly enjoyed the intimate sensations you were providing and before long, his member was an erect rod and, just like before, it was time to roll back to your 'Pillow Cuck' position.

The thrusting recommenced once more and it was clear to you that this was going to be a long and exhausting night. And so it proved; he had her again and then you revived him again - and then again, again and so on. By the time the three of you went to sleep your Wife was so full of Master's seed that it had flowed out of her and down the crack of your arse, covered your balls in semen and filled your little plastic restraint. But you didn't care about the wet sticky feeling, you were so tired that you slept at their feet, curled up like a dog.

It was Master's big toe that was partially stuck up your nose that woke you. The smell of strenuous and sloppy sex filled the room and you suddenly felt an inner urge to be alone and to have a quiet swim. Feeling around in the dark, you rummaged through the drawer of the dresser for your swimming trunks and slipped them on. 

It was just about dawn as you let yourself out of the hotel room out onto the walkway down to the pool and the beach. On bare feet you skipped happily down the path and said good morning to the guy cleaning the pool, without noticing his amused look as you carried on down to the sandy area where the party had been the previous night.

"Hey Sweet Cheeks! What are you doing with your Wife's panties on." It was your friend Ken sat on the sand between the legs of the man he had gone off with the night before. "Er don't answer that. I think I know."

He was naked. He was leaning back against his equally naked Black Gay Lover enjoying the warmth of the sun that was just rising over the grey sea. He looked happy - contented even. You on the other hand looked down at your 'swimming trunks' and felt anything but contentment. 

It had been dark in the room and they had felt like your trunks as you put them on, and such had been your hurry to get out into the morning air that you hadn't checked before the door had shut. And your error was now being stared at and pointed at by Ken, his Black Lover and the other gay men that had assembled on that beach.




"I was just going for a swim," you said weakly, "and I must have put these on by mistake. I didn't mean to ..." Such was your mortification you couldn't speak.

You trailed off trying to explain yourself because a crowd was forming around you. "There's no need to explain anything to us Sweet Cheeks," Ken remarked, "believe me when I tell you that you are among friends here."

Gradually you calmed down as the 'boys' both white and black came over to say hello and chat. No one touched you or made a pass at you and you started to feel at home with them. "What the hell should I do about these panties?" You asked out loud to no one in particular - without answer.

"You got any cream on your back Sweet Cheeks? Cos when that sun comes up it gets damn hot here." It was Ken's Lover, who had stood up and was looking your body over, "and your 'sweet cheeks' will be red cheeks pretty damn quick if you haven't."

"I didn't think Master," you replied both horrified and grateful at the same time. 'What the fuck do I do now?'

"I've got some here," he said as if in answer to your thoughts, "now drop those pretty drawers of yours and I'll oil you up."

Without hesitation, you did as you were told by the big man and as the dark lace fluttered down to the sandy beach, you felt his big hands on your back massaging the aromatic lotion into your skin. He turned you around and manipulated the unguent onto your chest, around your little penis restraint, on your little balls and then down your legs and onto your feet. Turning you back around he gently rubbed the fluid over the round orbs of your arse and then down the crack to pause momentarily over your sphincter and ease just the soft tip of his middle finger gently against your opening. You realised that he was groping you as well as helping you, but you didn't mind, such was your immersion into the world of total cuckoldry. You now fully understood that you were an object of pleasure to be used. 

He playfully slapped your arse and said, "Pick up your knickers pretty boy and go for your swim. We're here every morning if you want to do this again."

You thought that it would be a good arrangement so shouted, "I shall Master," as you pulled up your Wife's panties and ran off up the path towards the lagoon a quarter of a mile up the beach.

The lagoon was a haven of clear blue water that was warmer than the sea but was, nevertheless refreshed regularly by the tides. It was also the first place that you had witnessed Master's big black rod enter your Wife. In your mind it was a perfect place to swim.

In your mind it was the perfect place to swim.
  You removed your collar, making sure to smooth some of the suntan oil over where the collar had been, and then dropped the black lacy panties down onto the water's edge. You entered the water and struck out with your best breast stroke towards the head of the lagoon where it meets the open sea.

You relished the warm water on your body and the activity of propelling yourself through the gentle ripples. Swimming naked was an erotic sensation and you could feel the salt water coursing delightfully over your tiny penis and through your plastic penis restraint. You were alone, in a little world of your own - and in heaven!

You were in heaven, that is, until you suddenly felt a strong movement of the water on your body. You looked up and to your horror you were no longer in the lagoon but in the open sea. Your alarm grew as you saw the red flag on the sand spit at the neck of the lagoon move slowly past you as you struggled to return to the safety of the calmer waters inside. But you could not, you were being swept up the far end of the beach by the strong tidal current, and beyond that was the open Caribbean Ocean.

You were close to panic as the beautiful yellow beach passed your view and you could see the rough waters of the sea just a few yards beyond. 'I'm going to die here.' you thought as your panic turned to fear and alarm. As hard as you struggled you could not make headway against the strong surge of water and that was the moment you started to scream in terror.

Your terror turned to dread as you felt a warm feeler wrap itself around your throat and a warm body hold you tightly from behind. "An octopus! I'm going to be drowned and then eaten by a big octopus." you screamed. You started to struggle as the strong tentacle maintained its grip on you and another seemed to be searching around the top of your thighs. The eight legged cephalapod then started to propel you in another direction away from the open sea. Your struggles and your screams increased with your terror so much so that you nearly didn't hear the 'octopus' speak.

"Stop struggling Sweet Cheeks. I'm not a fucking octopus."

You turned your head to look - it was Master MC. The huge Black Man who had given you the phial of your Wife's birth pills the night before. "Oh thank you Master how can I ....."

"Don't waste energy cucky boy. We're not on the beach yet."

His words were stern and he had a thunderous look on his face but he was clearly a strong swimmer and he brought you back to the beach in less than five minutes. As you both staggered out of the water onto the beach you could see that Master MC was naked just as you were. 'Hence the other 'tentacle,' you thought.

"Didn't you see the red flag Sweet Cheeks?" he asked angrily when his breath had returned.

"Only when I was out in the open water. I knew then alright Master!"

His angry looked dissipated at your use of the word 'Master' and he started to smile as he looked at you, "You like to swim 'au naturel' too eh!"

"I think so Master," you replied, "but this is my first time. I thought it would be okay at this early hour."

"It certainly is. Why don't we go back to the lagoon and do just that."

Together you walked across the sand spit past the red flag that Master pointed out to you with an ironic flourish and walked together into the warm waters of the lagoon. And you swam together just chatting and getting on like two friends should, but you knew that you owed this big Black Man, who was no longer so scary, an enormous debt.

"I owe you my life Master," you said as the two of you walked knee deep out of the water when returning to the beach, "and I wish to repay you."

"You owe me nothing Sweet Cheeks. I own this hotel so saving you is 'on the house' so to speak. Besides, what would you have that I could possibly want."

"I'm a sissy cuckold Master," you replied, "and I came up here this morning in my Wife's lace panties so, as you might imagine, I have certain skills that I want to use to show my thanks."

He looked at you understanding the implications of what you were suggesting, his eyes alive with interest, "No thanks necessary Sweet Cheeks."

"Then can I show you my devotion to you please Master?" you asked.


So you owe this Black Man your life and want to show him just how much you appreciate his bravery. It is clear that Master MC feels that he shouldn't ask for recompense but it is being offered. 

What should 'MC' say? Should he accept the offer and if so, how would you react?

Friday, 14 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - This is how my life is now


Start your marriage as you mean to go on.
It has always been very good advice across the years to, ‘Start your marriage as you mean to go on,’ and with this in mind i showed my new Wife exactly how i viewed my role in our new life together. Moments after this wonderful photograph was taken by her Black Lover, they disappeared into the bridal suite together and consummated our new marriage.

This is how my life is now - on my knees to my Wife. A submissive cuckold whose sole purpose is to prepare her for her Lover’s attention. So you can deduce from the little tale above that i took the advice to heart and my Wife and me now enjoy a very happy marriage.

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Justine and me were just getting started.


"And don’t return until tomorrow.”

“Hey Malcolm! Justine and me were just getting started. You’re a bit earlier than I thought you would be. Did you get all that work done?”
“Oh it’s you Boss! Yes! It wasn’t very much, but I guess what you wanted me to do tonight was not absolutely necessary.”
“Of course it was necessary. How else are me and your Wife going to get some time for fucking.”
“Perhaps i should get back to work then.”
“Perhaps you should. And don’t return until tomorrow.”
“Will i get overtime pay Boss?”
“Hell Malcolm - some people are never satisfied.”
“Unlike Justine tonight i think Master.”
“Damn right cuckold.”

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Just get going cucky


“He said that I had too little down there."

“What did you say to that Black Man back there?”
“Only that he could take you out on a date if he wanted to, and if you said yes of course.”
He asked you to ask me if I would go on a date with him? Am I hearing you correctly?”
“He said that I had too little down there to - ‘give that pretty lady what she deserves’. His words not mine by the way.”
“He’s right. You don’t have enough. Run back and tell him that I shall meet him at Hernando’s Bar at eight tonight.”
“Okay Dear. If that is what you want.”
“It is what I want - and just what you need cucky. Now get going before he changes his mind.”

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Do you think that would suit me Dear?

"But aren’t pink ones usually worn by
 sissy cuckolds who wear ladies underwear?”
“i don’t know my Love. It’s not something i have asked for. i love wearing it.”
“Gerald, I thought you asked me for a change?”
“i did. i thought that i would change my cb6000s for a pink one.”
“Oh I see! But aren’t pink ones usually worn by sissy cuckolds who wear ladies underwear?”
"Mmmm yes! Do you think that would suit me Dear?”
“I do Geraldine. I most certainly do!”

Monday, 10 July 2017

Daily Cuckold - Sorry, but i don’t recall wanting this.


Please don’t look at me like that.
“Please don’t look at me like that. i couldn’t help weeping as he had you.”
“I offered you the chance to go out while Jev was here. Why didn’t you do what I asked. It’s your own silly fault.”
“It’s my fault that you brought a big Black Man into our lives? A big stud who now owns you. Fucks you royally in our bed most nights and now calls me ‘Cuck Boy’ just to humiliate me. Sorry, but i don’t recall wanting this.”
“No, you didn’t want it. But your tiny penis and lack of any sexual strength or stamina made your wants irrelevant. So there it is Malcolm - you’re now a cuckold. So accept it and Man Up. Sorry - ‘Cuck Up’!”
“Ha! Bloody Ha!”

Sunday, 9 July 2017

A Cuckold's Life

Showing devotion to your unfaithful Wife can take many forms and for a true cuckold - the more intimate the better.



Saturday, 8 July 2017

It Would Be An Honour To Be Cuckolded By Wives Like These

There are some Wives that most men would accept (or even enjoy) the reality of her being the Mistress of a real man. It is the cuckold's dilemma when he marries a pretty Wife - to lose her or accept that she jumps into the bed of the better man.



This sexy little arse will
enjoy the feel of many a
warm and willing hand,
much to her husband's chagrin.



This beauty is planning
an evening of pleasure,
that's why her hubby
knows it is time to leave.




Receiving a picture of his Wife on the
beach when on holiday with her Lover
can be a special moment for a husband.
Doesn't this lovely Wife deserve a real
man and a cuckold.




Cuckold knows she is too
much for him, that is why
she 'plays away'.



A lovely, red headed old
fashioned Wife who knows
that it is time to show her
beauty and attract a new
mate. Her cuckold knows
that it his time now to step
aside.



This young beauty knows
those simple little gestures
will always attract a hot blooded
 male. And so does her happy
hubby who watches from across
the road.