THE CUCKOLD – PART I
i don’t usually have a problem with insomnia. Occasionally i will wake in the early hours of the morning and not be able to get back to sleep, and that is usually caused by something that i have on my mind. Like this morning for example, when i awoke at 3am thinking about my upcoming move, and all the things that i have to organize before Friday.
My normal response to insomnia is to have a quiet stroke under the bed clothes. i find that it’s the perfect sleeping remedy. Once i reach an orgasm sleep comes quite quickly. To get myself in the right mood and to ensure a relaxing orgasm that will bring restful sleep i always use a familiar fantasy. There are variations, but this is how it generally goes.
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i am the live-in maid, servant and sexslave of the beautiful and exquisitely dominant Mistress Cassandra. It goes without saying that i am also Her cuckold. My duties are to keep Her apartment immaculately clean, cook all Her meals, launder Her clothes (including Her vast collection of expensive lingerie, all of which i have paid for, and which has to be hand-washed after every wear in a gentle lavander soap), buy Her groceries, carry out all the maintenance and repairs around the apartment, etc. i keep Her apartment stocked at all times with the most expensive French champagne – Cristal of course – for all those evenings that She has with Her male guests. i am the slave in the house, and Her slave. i pay all the bills. i do everything. Mistress never lifts a finger.
Don’t get me wrong. i’m not gay. i am not inclined to men in any way at all. In fact quite the opposite. But Mistress Cassandra likes to take heterosexual males, the more masculine the better, and turn them into slavish cockolds and cock-suckers. It amues Her to see men reduced to Her instrument, able to do only what She says.
Every day i make breakfast, lunch and dinner for Mistress, unless She is eating out. i am never allowed to speak to Ms Cassandra except in response to a direct question.
And i have to do all of this while at the same time being completely invisible – She does not care if i watch, and i can touch Her when i am ordered to, but She never wants to catch sight of me, otherwise i am punished severely. i live in a small room at the back of Her apartment, far away from Mistress’s view, a room not much larger than a walk-in closet. i am only allowed to carry out my duties when Mistress has left the apartment, when She goes to the gym, for example, or to the salon for Her weekly spa treatment (which i pay for), or to meet friends for lunch (Mistress Cassandra is a co-signatory on my credit card). Everything must be completed before She returns.
My most important duty, however, is to attend to Her “personal needs”. What are Her personal needs, you ask? These can be anything that pleases Her. Most of the time it will be something simple like making Her a fresh pot of white tea in Her fabulous earthen pot. Other times it can be something more…well, intimate. For example, on saturday nights there is always a massage and spa bath. The ritual begins around 5 o’clock, and i wait patiently for Mistress to return to Her bedroom, where She will undress and prepare Herself for 2 hours of exquisite pampering. She tells me that i give a better massage than any of the spas in LA, which makes me very proud to hear Her say that, and it is all due to the extensive training i have had, and a lot of practice with an extremely demanding Mistress.
Mistress will usually be relaxing on the sofa, reading a magazine, so i take the opportunity to walk quietly to Her bedroom and make sure everything is tidy – i straighten the bed, pick up and fold Her clothes, and reposition a few things on Her dressing table. From the closet i take out the folding massage table – it’s more than a table, actually more like a small bed. It has a heating element underneath the mattress so that Mistress will be kept warm until Her bath. Tonight i know that Mistress will want a coconut oil massage. This can be a little messy, so i place a plastic sheet on top of the mattress, and over that a clean white sheet. i carefully place a dozen or so lighted candles around the bedroom, and then light several aromatherapy oil burners – jasmine, frankinscence, lavender, and geranium are Her favorites.
i move over to the wall and turn on the sound system, raising the volume slightly until it is just right. i have become very good at judging Mistress’ moods after 6 months of serving Her, and tonight i choose chopin. i return silently to my closet awaiting the next phase.
i hear Her put down the magazine that She has been reading, and i know that She is ready. She walks briskly to the bedroom and i follow, walking softly and being careful to make no sound. i hold up a clean white sheet while She removes Her bathrobe and lies face-down on the massage bed. i place the white sheet over Her back and legs and instantly the sheet settles and forms itself into Her body shape. For a moment i lose concentration as i gaze longingly on Her beautiful outline, Her long, slender legs, and Her taut ass. i snap out of it – any hesitation is not tolerated.
For the first 4 months of my tenure as Mistress’s slave i was required to attend massage school, learning every type of massage, from basic swedish right through to shiatsu. Tonight Mistress will want something relaxing, and i guess swedish, but with some attention to those muscle knots. i have already placed the jar of organic coconut oil near the massage table, and i take a little out of the jar and spread it on my right hand. With my left, i carefully fold the top of the sheet down and start to apply the oil to Her smooth, flawless back. Coconut oil is one of the best massage oils, because It is solid at room temperature but it quickly softens when it touches the skin, and within a few moments the air is filled with its strong, heady scent.
i work quickly to relieve any remaining tension in Mistress’s body, paying close attention to the trigger points of the muscle knots. After 6 monthd i have gotten to be very expert, and i know exactly where those knots are on Mistress’s body. Mistress Cassandra always tells me that one is never a slut until one has gone to massage school.
After i have finished giving the massage, i leave Mistress to relax and go into the bathroom where i fill the jackuzi and quickly lay out everything that She will need. As the jackuzi fills with water, i drop in the epsom salts and check the temperature. i place a folded towel at one end of the jackuzi, where Mistress will rest Her head, and around the jackuzi, in a circle, i place 12 lavender candles and light them. Then i turn off the bathroom lights. Finally i turn on the sound system, which is playing the same music that is playing in the bedroom.
i know i only have a few minutes remaining before Mistress gets impatient, so i quickly return to the kitchen and fetch the Cristal champagne that i had put on ice exactly an hour earlier, and a tall champagne flute which has been chilled. i put both on the left hand side of the jackuzi, and then i return to the bedroom. i lower my head and eyes and hold out a long bath towel for Her to step into, and after She has wrapped the towel around Her, i escort Her to the bathroom. Again, i lower my head and eyes and hold the towel as She slowly descends into the hot, foaming water. i retreat and close the door gently after me, and then i hear the underwater jets of the jackuzi starting to swirl the water and the salts cresting up around Mistress’s magnificent body.
At this point i pause for a few minutes, and i can picture in my mind, in the finest detail, Mistress relaxing in the water, Her head back on the towel, Her eyes closed in a private reverie. Her hand moves slowly down, and Her finger lazily circles around Her sweet mound and then inside Her cunt as the hot water envelops Her body, and the sound of Chopin helps her slip away into a fantasy that i will never share with Her.
But i have many things to do before Mistress finishes Her bath – i have to remove the massage table, and clear away the aromatherapy candles and coconut oil. Her towel and bathrobe are warming, and i lay out on her dressing table everything that She will need very soon – all Her makeup, Her brushes, perfume, and of course Her luxuriant body lotion. This is my favorite. Previously, She has informed me of what She will be wearing that night and i lay out on Her bed everything that She will need. i check the bed to make sure that everything is perfect – Mistress hates folds or creases in the sheets. Everything has to be absolutely flat and straight. i make sure that Her nightstand has a good supply of condoms – i have to buy the extra large size in various colors (i am required to tell the assistant in the drug store, that i am buying the condoms for my Mistress’s lover, which always causes laughter in the line out behind me) – and of course i check the expiry dates. i light candles around the bedroom and turn down the lights then return to my closet for a few minutes rest before the next phase.
After 30 minutes i return to the bathroom, carrying a large bathtowel and a bathrobe that have been warming, and i knock gently on the door. There is no answer but i know that it is appropriate to enter. i hold up the towel in front of me in order to shield this divine Mistress from an unwanted lustful gaze and approach the jackuzi. Mistress steps out of the jackuzi and She takes the towel and wraps it around Her body, gently drying Herself. i know i have hesitated too long and i stand to the side, in a corner niche, head and eyes lowered while She finishes drying Herself, hoping She has not noticed my indiscretion. She notices everything, of course, and although She says nothing for the moment, i know that a punishment will await me later.
The slave is always naked, except for a titanium chastity device. The device has been manufactured specifically to Mistress’s specifications by Ms Lori, who specializes in chastity devices for slaves with uncontrollable masturbation urges. The slave was required to attend several fittings to make sure that it fitted exactly, and in between fittings the slave underwent a very painful apradravya piercing – this is a vertical cock piercing from the top of the glans of the cock through the bottom, at a slight angle. The piercing passes around the urethra. The device is based on Ms Lori’s #9 device, with two high security recessed locks, each with a unique key. The locks are also made of titanium. One locks the cock ring around its balls, and the other locks the piercing ring to the cock cage. The keys are kept in a safe, the combination to which only Mistress Cassandra knows.
There is a titanium bar that fits through the PA piercing and is then locked to the cock ring using a proprietary locking system, and once locked there is no way to remove it, without the key, except by tearing the penile tissue. The slut also has a piercing in its right nipple. A heavy weight hangs from the piercing which acts as a constant reminder of the slut’s subservience to its Mistress. There is a tattoo on the slut’s lower back which says Mistress Cassandra’s slave, but that was nothing compared to the two painful brandings on Her cock – on one side useless fucktard, and on the other side Mistress Cassandra’s cuck- both of which were applied while the piercing was healing.
When the piercing had fully healed, the device was placed on the cock and it hasn’t been removed since except for regular cleaning. Mistress Cassandra would never deign to carry out the cleaning, and so once a week once of Mistress’s shemale friends comes to the house. The slave is rendered immobile, by locking its hands and feet to manacles that are set into the basement wall. Once immobilized, the chastity device is removed and Her cock is cleaned and inspected for any lesions. The cock cage is then replaced and the slut is released.
When She is ready She snaps Her fingers at me, and i step forward, without looking up, holding out the bathrobe for Her to step into. She lets the bath towel slide gently to the floor as She fastens the bathrobe around Her beautiful breasts, and then She steps over the towel and past me as She walks back to Her bedroom as i follow slavishly in Her wake.
She stands, erect, in front of the full-length mirror, expectant, and i know what i am supposed to do. i turn up the music slightly, turn down the lights, and reach for the bottle of body lotion. i apply a generous amount to the palms of my hands and rub them together to heat up the lotion and to volatise it. Then i get down on my knees and gently apply my hands to Her taut hamstrings and calves, working the lotion into her smooth skin. i work down to Her feet, which She lifts up, one at a time, while i work the lotion into Her soles and between her toes. i pour some more lotion into my hand and then work it into the fronts of Her thighs and down the front of Her legs. Some more lotion and i move up to Her tight ass. If i am lucky, She will allow me to part Her cheeks a little and smooth some lotion in between. i am never allowed to move down to Her asscrack, and never, ever, allowed to touch her cunt. i know She keeps it closely shaved, and when i am close, i can smell her magnificent scent – it’s intoxicating. i have never smelled anything so sweet, so heady, so…..captivating. i swear that any man who catches that scent would be immediately enslaved to her – i know that i am.
Impatient with the slut, She moves away and sits down at Her dressing table. She quickly and expertly applies makeup to Her face. She doesn’t really need any makeup at all, being naturally beautiful, but the makeup accentuates Her beauty. Occasionally She will tell me to pass Her something – a brush, her hairdryer, nail polish. She dabs a little perfume behind Her ears, on Her wrists and on Her ankles.
When She is satisfied She gets up and i know that She is ready to get dressed. First come the bra and panties. La Perla, black, in the finest Italian tulle. The panties are a g-string, which She steps into and i help to pull them up, making sure that the little triangle is aligned with the small of Her back. Sheer black thigh highs in the finest denier ,and extremely expensive, follow. For this, i am required to put on special gloves so that that i do not cause any runs. i roll up the first of the stockings, and She steps into it, and i carefully, very carefully, pull the stocking over Her heel, then roll the delicate material up her leg. The elasticised top grips the top of her thigh, and i then roll up the second stocking, making sure that they are both straight and perfectly aligned. i check to make sure that there are no runs – if there are, i know that i will be punished severely.
A short black dress follows, and i ease it up, listening to the sound that is made by the dress slithering over Her stockinged legs, like 2 snakes making love. i pull the dress up over Her hips, guiding Her arms through the sleeves and then zip it up the back, adjusting it until it looks perfect. i bend down and place Her perfectly pedicured, stockinged feet into the black, Monolo Blahniks, and She is almost ready. The only remaining things are Her jewelry, which She takes care of, and Her handbag.
She looks in the mirror and Her cock makes an involuntary twitch inside its cage. She looks devastating. And She is dressed for someone else. She picks up Her handbag and strides to the bedroom door, then downstairs. i race after Her in order to keep up. When She reaches the kitchen, She opens one of the cupboard doors, the one with the crystal glassware, and places 2 champagne flutes on the table.
For a moment i am confused. Two glasses? What does that mean? Could it mean, after all this time, that Mistress Cassandra will bring me closer into Her life?
She tells me to open another bottle of Cristal and to fill the glasses, which i do nervously, not believing that this is finally happening to me.
Then there is a knock on the door.
“Answer the door slut. And go as you are. You won’t need any clothes.”
And my question is answered. The second glass is obviously not for me, and all i can do is say:
“Yes, Mistress”, trying not to sound disappointed, but i fail because Mistress has instantly detected the tone of my voice. “you weren’t huffing and puffing, were you slut? because you know what that means if you were”. “Yes Mistress”. She lets it pass, for now, and tells me to open the door.
When the slut opens the door its gaze is met by a 6′ 2 blonde, blue-eyed guy, probably in his late 20s. He obviously works out because the slut could see his biceps straining at the short sleeves of his white T-shirt. He is wearing jeans, and a black belt.
“slut, this is derek, and you’ll be seeing a lot more of him in the future. Seeing him in more ways than one”, She added, laughing. The slut hadn’t heard Mistress Cassandra come up behind it. She was holding one of the glasses of champagne.
“Now, slave, I want you to bring derek that other glass of champagne. We’ll be sitting on the sofa together”.
When i return with the second glass of champagne, Mistress Cassandra is sitting back on the sofa, Her long legs crossed. i can see the tops of Her stockings and not for the first time, Her cock gives away its feelings.
“slut”, Mistress Cassandra begins, “I want to tell you a little about derek. he used to live with me, but has been away for 6 months. he’s a very successful entrepreneur, wealthy, and has no trouble at all in attracting any woman that he wants. But, he always knows who to come back to. Who do you think that would be, slut?” She asked, leaning forward, waiting for my answer.
“You, MIstress”, i respond, totally confident in my answer.
“Yes, that’s right! Me. his sexy, dominant Bitch. Although he would never be submissive to Me, he likes the fact I am extremely dominant. Other women fall all over him, and give themselves up to him too easily. So they bore him. But he always comes back to Me. And let me tell you something else about derek. Not only is he a very, very masculine, heretosexual male, more than you could ever dream of being, but he also likes to shove his 12 inch dick into a sissy’s mouth. And guess who’s mouth that is going to be”. It wasn’t a question, and She didn’t wait for an answer from me.
“And if the sissy doesn’t like sucking cock, so much the better! Now, let me lay down a very simple rule that you will always follow. you will always address derek as ‘sir’. derek is my guest, and you, as My slave and the slave in this house, you are also derek’s slave. you will do to derek whatever i say, and you will do whatever derek tells you to do. Is that clear slut?”
i only just manage to whisper “yes Mistress”.
“i didn’t hear you slut! Is that totally clear?”
“Yes Mistress, totally clear”, i say in as clear a voice as i can manage, my head lowered, not able to look at T/them.
Mistress Cassandra dismisses me for the evening, and i return to my closet. During the night i hear the sound of derek making love like a bull.
The following day i clean up as usual. There’s no sign of derek, and i am very relieved. When Mistress Cassandra eventually awakes, She is unusually kind towards me – some encouraging words, not Her usually bitchy self. derek obviously agreed with Her.
Towards the end of the evening, there is still no sign of derek, and i have almost forgotten him, like he was a bad dream. Mistress Cassandra signals to me to come over to her, and i scurry to Her side, head lowered. Mistress Cassandra is relaxing on the couch, and is only wearing one of the very expensive sets of lingerie that i have bought for her.
“slut, i know you have feelings for me” She says, and i’m wondering what’s going to come next.
“Even last week you almost gained ‘entry’, if you know what i mean”. At the mention of ‘entry’ She smirks a little. “It was a wonderful balmy night. The sound of ocean waves and the sweet scent of Jasmine wafting in on the sea breeze. In a moment of weakness I sat on your face and shoved my cunt into your mouth. And you licked and sucked hungrily as if it were the only pussy you had ever tasted. I haven’t told you this before, but that night I almost came”.
i can’t believe that She is saying this to me. i cast my mind back to when i first answered the ad for a live-in slave, and She accepted. For the following 6 months, it was just me and Her. 6 glorious months, making Her breakfast, cooking lunch, massaging Her body, sleeping at the foot of Her bed. i felt like i was in heaven.
“But then I remembered what you are. you’re just a sissy fag, and sissy fags don’t get to give their Mistresses orgasms. When i was about to come i climbed off your face, turned my back on you, and finished the job myself. I then stood up in front of you and you had a long look at My beautiful cunt”.
i remembered only too well. She has a brazilian wax which shows Her lips in all their glory. Her beautiful lips….
She turns to the slut, and there is now a hardness to Her face, and i am pulled back to the present situation very forcibly. “But then I saw you sleeping next to Me and I felt sick. you, with your cock lock on. And I took My foot and I kicked you off of the bed”. “Don’t think you will EVER, EVER get this in any sort of manly way. you are only good for sucking my pussy, and now that derek is here you will suck derek’s cock when he wants it”.
“If i ever invite you into my bed again, you will refuse. Is that clear? This bed is only for derek. you will sleep only on the truckle bed”.
“yes Mistress”, i say feebly.
i am looking at Her, and despite of what She is saying, in fact, probably because of what She is saying to me, my cock is very hard. Harder than it has ever been.
Mistress Cassandra is now laughing very hard. “you will never have that pussy of mine. you are the slave of the house and you always be”.
Thoughts are racing through my head. She does not need me. i’m just there for her amusement. i am only there because i answered the ad, the ad to be Her slave. But i thought that W/we were getting on so well. After all those intimate moments together, why wouldn’t She want me?
My face gives away my emotions.
“Why so forlorn, slut? What’s wrong? Do you think you deserve me? Is that it? Well, stand side by side with derek and compare yourself to him. Who’s the stud and who has the bigger dick?
And all i can do is drop my head and whisper “Master Derek, Mistress”
And who is the sissy?
“i am, Mistress”.
“Of course you are. And the only reason you are here, slut, apart from attending to derek, is to serve Me.
‘Yes Mistress”.
“Look at my little slut. it was 100% heterosexual when it first came to Me in response to My ad. Quite good-looking actually, if a bit effete. But look at it now. I have turned it into a cuckold. it has learned how to give Me massages, how to wash my dirty lingerie. Now it will learn how to suck cock and to please a man. How to make him hard and prepare him, so he can give me the fuck of a lifetime, and then eat the cream pie out of my cunt”.
“Yes Mistress”.
“The problem, slut, is that you got too caught up in the fantasy. Its not like i didn’t warn you. Now that derek has come back to Me in a big way, he will want you to suck his cock every time he comes over. Too bad you never had a chance to fuck me, or even lick my pussy.”
“Awwww, what’s the matter? Are you boo-hooing? TOO BAD! Guess what? I DON’T CARE!”
“But”, She goes on to say, “I will marry you. For your money, because men like derek are unreliable and I need someone to support my expensive lifestyle and also to be My slave. I will marry you, and there will be a prenuptual agreement but, rather than separating O/our assets, you will assign all of your assets over to Me. you will also grant Me an unlimited power of attorney over all of your legal affairs. I will then make you change your legal name to something extremely humiliating – hmmmm, let me think about that. you will adopt my last name, but your first name will be ‘chantelle’ – what do you think? actually, I don’t care what you think. And if you don’t serve Me adequately, and do everything that I demand, I will instantly divorce you and leave you without a cent.”
i can only look down – the thought of being married to this Goddess is a totally exhilarating thought. Perhaps it would be worth it to hand over to Her total legal and financial control….
My thoughts are suddenly interrupted. Mistress Cassandra has moved on to something else.
“By the way slut, derek is coming round again today, and when he arrives, you are to tell him about your indiscretion from that night in My bed, and you will accept whatever punishment he hands out to you”.
Right at the that moment there’s the sound of tires as a car pulls into the driveway.
“Now, here he comes. I want you to greet derek at the door. As he comes through the door, you will drop down in front of him. you will run your hand up his leg up to his crotch, take his cock out of his pants, and put your lips on the tip. you will then tell him about your indiscretions from that night, and you will accept whatever punishments he hands out to you. Well, what are you waiting for??”.
i rush to the door just as derek is about to knock. i open the door as instructed and get down on my knees in front of him. i start to tell him about what happened that night, the longing that i had, the intimacy that i had experienced with Mistress Cassandra, the glimpse that i had had of Her cunt. As soon as i say that i have seen Her cunt, derek flies into a rage and slaps me across my face, sending me reeling across the floor. he steps over me and comes to his gorgeous Mistress, pulls his pants down and draws out his massive cock. With his hand on his raging cock, he pulls Her up against the wall and puts his cock into Her hot, soaking cunt. And all i can do is look on like a dog.
While he is fucking Her all i can think about is what Mistress told me earlier: i am a sissy. i am a cuckold. i will never have the pleasure of making love to my beautiful Mistress.
At that moment, as derek puts his enormous cock in Her, She looks at me over his muscular shoulders.
“I didn’t tell you to look at Me you filthy slut! Get on your knees and crawl to your closet and stay there until I say you can come out”.
i turn around and crawl away.
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But as i reached down in order to stroke a little and then reach that climax that i knew would soon bring merciful sleep, my hand touched the hard plastic shell that encases Her cock and prevents any form of stroking. So sleep was to be denied to me by The Dicktator as well as an orgasm! Oh well, time to revert to my fantasy.
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