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This is a tale of feet, food and flesh. It’s a descriptive short story that has been written based off of one of my favourite cuckold sessions to date. Here I whisper said story to induce the utmost relaxation and eroticism from you. Our devoted cuck wined and dined us, his servitude fuelling the lust between my boyfriend and I. After our lavish dinner, we made passionate love whilst our admirer looked on in awe, caged by his owners. His tongue made for the perfect sponge as he licked up the remains of our lascivious night. We knew that his servitude was but one chapter in a never-ending book.
This is a tale of feet, food and flesh. It’s a descriptive short story that has been written based off of one of my favourite cuckold sessions to date. Our devoted cuck wined and dined us, his servitude fuelling the lust between my boyfriend and I. After our lavish dinner, we made passionate love whilst our admirer looked on in awe, caged by his owners. His tongue made for the perfect sponge as he licked up the remains of our lascivious night. We knew that his servitude was but one chapter in a never-ending book.
You’ve been through your sissy stages, all of which have contributed to your metamorphosis as a sissy slut. Over the years, your fantasies have grown and evolved into being your real life identity. You were always destined to be a sissy.
You’ve always had these thoughts, these feelings deep within. You’re attracted to cock, but you’ve been too scared, too ashamed to admit that. You’ve never been able to explore your identity. I won’t judge, instead, I’ll encourage you to embrace your bisexual identity. Go out there and find yourself a cock to suck.
You fail at every aspect in your pitiful life. Women always laugh at you, regardless of what you do. You have no motivation to improve yourself. You’re stuck in a dead end job. All day, you burn your hours away so you can interact with women by sacrificing your money. You’ll always be an inadequate loser who has to buy attention from women. You’ll always be alone, begging for touch and yet never receiving it.
We both know it. it plagues your mind every day. You can’t stop thinking about how fat and ugly your wife is. You can’t help but regret marrying her. All she does is nag. She never pays you any attention. She never dresses up for you or makes you feel special. That’s why you work extra hours at the office. You work long hard days so that you don’t have to go home to your fat ugly wife you work long tiring days for the privilege of sending to Alpha. You stay back after work to complete tasks for me.
I’m going to turn you into such a worthless pit slut. You will only ever be able to get aroused by stinky, sweaty, hairy pits. You will be a disgusting pit slut. Gooning to pits is your life.
Oh wow, you’re a virgin? I’m not surprised, I mean, your ‘dick’ is so small that it’s practically nonexistent. You will never experience the feel of a woman, you will never even have an orgasm. You’re too small to feel pleasure, or to give it. The only way a worthless virgin like you can get a woman’s attention is to beg for it, with cash.
The cage clicks shut around your inadequate ‘manhood’, a harsh reality closing in on you like an oppressive fog. You can’t even remember the last time your wife touched you. Oh well, you can’t miss what you didn’t have. Your eyes are transfixed on the sight that lay before you, two beautiful bodies entwined. Your wife lay between my legs, her lingerie leaving little to the imagination. Her tongue glides over my clit, her warmth making me moan in delight. You feel yourself strain painfully against your cage. You feel betrayed at how much this turns you on, at how right this feels.
Hello my perverted little painslut. Stroking is a privilege and pain is our pleasure. You crave the ache that slides up your shaft and I delight in giving it to you. For this game you will need clothes pegs or nipple clamps, along with something solid such as a wooden spoon, hairbrush or dildo. You will follow my instructions, listening to my soft, clicky whispers as I inflict torrents of pain upon you. By the end, your balls will be a beautiful canvas of red and purple, the bruises already forming. My cruel actions marking you as my perverse property. Soft and sadistic, this ASMR adventure will have you shaking and whimpering.
Hello my perverted little painslut. Stroking is a privilege and pain is our pleasure. You crave the ache that slides up your shaft and I delight in giving it to you. For this game you will need clothes pegs or nipple clamps, along with something solid such as a wooden spoon, hairbrush or dildo. You will follow my instructions, listening to my sensual voice as I inflict torrents of pain upon you. By the end, your balls will be a beautiful canvas of red and purple, the bruises already forming. My cruel actions marking you as my perverse property.