Cuckqueaned by my Boss: A Cuckquean Wife Humiliation Story

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Once home I was told to kneel on the floor; the place for Master’s slave. Sub was to remain standing. He walked around her admiring her before saying, I couldn’t breathe, I was on the edge of tears and yet I was escalating to the edge of orgasm, the throbbing between my legs threatening to undo me. Master held my head firmly against subs pussy, I was struggling to breathe and he moved my head so my face rubbed all over her leaking wet slit covering my faces in her juices.

Thank sub for allowing you to ready her infinitely, superior tighter pussy, slave”, Master demanded.

He held the gag straight and guided sub down onto it, telling her what a good girl she was for him. This next form of play can incorporate the Domme Quean, roleplaying, or simply a bisexual male partner. It involves your man having sex with other men or transsexuals in front of you. Consent and being comfortable with sexuality is vital for this to work. The roleplaying aspect can centre around your man is a closet homosexual who is more attracted to men than you or perhaps he decides to rub your face in his overwhelming desire for transsexual sluts which is ruining your marriage. But of course, this is a fetish that is not for everyone. It requires full communication and a lot of trust with your partner. It might look great in porn but doing it in real life can be very different. He untied the gag, told me to open up and then said, “Don’t say I’m not generous, clean it and you can taste my cum.”

Once undressed, Master told me to ready sub, grabbing me by the hair and pushing it into subs hairy pussy. I got home somehow my ears assaulted the whole way with subs groans and the squelch of fingers inside pussy, my nose taking in the familiar scent of my Master,my desperate empty pussy pulsating;to my shame leaking juices all over the drivers seat. In contrast his first words to me “Undress us, slave”,were cold with a tone that broached no argument, not that I would ever refuse him. I was aching with need , covered with subs juices and Masters cum.Of everything he had demanded from me this was the hardest, I considered walking away but where would I go it was my house.I could and would do this for him,I was his slave and his pleasure even if it were gained through my humiliation was paramount. I was Master’s slave, I had promised him and myself that I would prove my devotion and obedience today; whatever new levels of humiliation and degradation he subjected me to. I would revel in the fact that he took pleasure in the pain that he inflicted. I’d take great pleasure in tonguing the scent of another woman’s pussy from my man’s used condoms and masturbating alone.”

He caressed her with his voice, telling her how hard he was thinking about her pleasing him, his fingers grazing her pussy lips teasing her. I moved my fingers towards my cunt but Masters, form “No” stopped me. After spitting on my ass Master pushed a medium plug into my hole, consistent pressure, holding firm as I moaned initially with pain but when the plug slipped inside, my body shook and I had to pant to stop myself from cumming. I tried my best to obey but my mouth was still buried in her pussy so my answer came out as unintelligible. My hand stroked Masters balls even as my breath was cut off each time sub lowered herself on to my dildo covered nose and mouth. My stomach dropped to my feet, the rollercoaster of emotions had started. The humiliation of being made to undress sub.You don’t have to confine your fetish to the bedroom. I would often be assigned a discreet female chastity belt to wear in day-to-day life and even during sexual encounters, too.