Parading the Cuck Around

For the most part, our kink is something we keep primarily behind closed doors.  It’s pretty rare to find parties where we can relax and just be who we are and enjoy it.  So when the IR party invite came around, it seemed like the right group to, well, basically let our hair down.   Our profiles are always pretty upfront and blunt about what we are and what we like, so people had an idea of what to expect.  Plus, after accepting the invite, we had quite a few attendees message us with questions about us and how we enjoy cuckolding. 

So when it came time to dress the cuck, we went for his whole sissy cuck ensemble.  Dressed in his hot pink shirt, which had “Her Little Bitch” written on the front and “Certified Clean-up Cuck” was written on the back.  He wore his black, lacy panties and lacy, black, thigh-high stockings.  He wore a pair of black footie socks over the stockings, just to keep them from running.  And we topped of the outfit with his collar and leash.  (And yes, he had his pink Holy Trainer on under the panties)

As we headed out the door, he stayed a couple steps behind, as I draped the leash over my shoulder.  The pink leash in sharp contrast with my little black dress.  We wandered down the hall like that with me stopping to socialize with those I recognized or introducing myself to those I didn’t.  It was so much fun getting my flirt on, and my cuck stayed diligently in the back ground, head lower and face a bit pink.  For the most part, a number of people didn’t react to his dress in anyway, but those that did were all positive responses.  The women tended to comment on his stockings, the men seemed to focus more on the shirt.  One gentleman took in the whole site and simply said, “You are definitely ready for business!” He was introduced to everyone as my little bitch.  While I did include his first name so that people could choose what they felt more comfortable with, it made me smile when a few like using his title. 

We finally made it to the other end of the hotel, where we found the hostess and chatted with her a bit while getting our party fees paid.  Since a small group had formed, we stayed and chatted for a bit before heading back to our room for the evening.

The Birth of a Contemptuous Bitch

Back when we started, when he first asked if he could be my cuckold, I was pretty adamant that humiliation wasn’t something I’d ever be ok with.  I just couldn’t wrap my head around the notion of being able to treat someone you dearly love with such utter contentment.  I couldn’t see how I could respect a person who would let me do that to him. I mean, I was all about the equity crowd and the cuckolding alone was a bit of a curve, welcomed, but still a curve.

But then, almost from the start, it was kind of fun to put him in embarrassing positions in front of my lovers.  I still remember the first time.  Most of the guys we were playing with were still mostly straight, so we really hadn’t done any forced-bi.  We were also still a little green on our search process.  The gentlemen we had over that night was a great guy with a pretty nice cock… but just kinda lack the right umpf in the bedroom for me.  My cuck already knew this one wasn’t going to work out and had that sheepish look on his face.  I don’t know if it was my frustrations, or that apologetic look on my cucks face that set me off.  I crooked my finger at my cuck, a little push with my hand to bend him over the dresser and I proceeded to spank him while my guest kept right on fucking me.  The essence?  The bitch got punished for my lover being an average kind of lay.  And right in front of the guy to boot.  Now, no words were ever exchanged between my cuck and I that whole time.  But after my guest left for the night, my cuck bent down, kissed my feet and apologized for wasting my time.  I completely melted!

When the forced-bi came along, I realized how excited it made me to taunt my cuck while his mouth was wrapped around my lover’s cock.  Things like making him mumble how much he knew I was going to enjoy fucking it and how much bigger it was then his.  The first time I spit roasted him, I just gushed everywhere.  I think, even back then, I knew my sadism went beyond the physical… it’s just hard to admit to oneself that you really like being a meanie.  I still worried about whether I could respect him after shoving him down that way.  

I remember his reaction the first time I called him my little dick.  He melted into a delicious gooey mess.  I’m pretty sure there was even a tear in his eyes.  It made me swoon just a little.  I’ve dipped my toe a little deeper as we’ve moved along, but more recently, I find I’m getting much more accustomed to the water and really liking it.  Like those moments he gets that pained look in his eyes, it makes me rather lusty.  When he gets all small and vulnerable, all I want to do is tear him up.  When he pouts or whines… I get a little giddy.  I realized then, that yes, I found I actually respected him a little more.

Most of the lover’s I’ve had have not been able to really get in to humiliating my cuck this much.  They all find it hot to watch me kick him around a bit, but never really joined in.  A few would might hurl a couple insults a bit, a few more kinda got off on telling me what to say to him.  But we were struggling to find a good bulls who could really enjoy the entertainment, almost as much as I do.  

But with Mr. L., oh my, did we have fun!  With the others, I’ve always felt I had to hold back a bit to keep them from getting too uncomfortable.  Some men just can’t watch another man get decimated that way.  Mr. L. LOVED IT!  I think when he walked in and barked at my cuck, there’s was kind of a small sigh of relief that washed over me, that I kinda let loose on that sadist in me.  At times, I was a rather mean and vile at him.  To the point that when reflecting on it, I sort of shocked myself.  Oh, don’t get me wrong.  Not for one moment do I regret anything I said or did.  By shocked, I mean that I was shocked that something I was quite adamant about in the beginning of the relationship had been completely thrown out the window.  These days, I can be quite the bully... though I’m usually laughing the entire time I belittle the shit out of him.  

What I find so fascinating is just how turned on it really makes me.  Much like the physical aspects of sadism, the mental just turns my cranks far more than I ever expected.  I still worry a little, in the back of my mind, whether there’s still a point where the respect goes out the window.  But for now, I just love the man even more for not only putting up with my utter contempt at times, but actually adoring me for willing to be so cruel.   It’s still quite amazing how all this stuff really works out.

We’ll call him Mr. L

As delicious as his pictures were, they didn’t come close to doing the man justice.  His request for my cuck on his knees and a kiss at the door was so easy to comply with as I took in my afternoon delight. He had that sexy, strong, one arm hug that nearly knocked me off balance in my heels.  When his kiss made me nearly weak in the knees, I was glad he was holding on tight.  I would have stayed in that hazy state if Mr. L hadn’t needed to turn to my cuck and say

“Am I gonna have to hold on to these things all night, or you gonna do your job?” indicating the item in his hand.  

I was so embarrassed that my usually very observant cuck had left him holding the bag for so long.  When he still hadn’t moved, I gave him a quick, sharp smack on his face.

“Get his things, bitch”

I don’t ever think I’ve seen him crawl on his knees so fast.  Muttering the whole time,

“Sorry Mama, I didn’t hear.  I’m sorry!”

We quickly forgot him as he scampered off with the bag.  Mr. L pulled me in for another kiss and that’s when I felt it.  The most magnificent cock I had ever felt.  I mean, seriously, it actually felt sexy.  The way you could feel the girth as it wound down his leg made me gush just enough that I had to sneak a peek.  I slowly pulled away from the kiss; just enough to spy on what was rubbing my leg.  As my eyes quickly traced the outline through his jeans, I could literally feel my pussy just give up.

“OMG, I need me some of that!  GIMME, GIMME, GIMME, GIMME”, was all I could hear in my head.  My proverbial version of the “little head” taking over.  Whatever battles we may get up to that afternoon, I pretty much knew I was probably gonna lose.

Mr. L took that moment to instruct my cuck to take off his shoes. We both immediately went back to kissing as my boy took to his task.  After the first shoe came off, I just couldn’t resist myself any longer.  I had to feel it.  I slowly snaked my hand down his back, across his ass (delectable, by the way), and around his thigh, until my fingers caught the outline.  In seconds, my whole hand was wrapped the outline in his jeans.  

Maybe I was being to over eager.  Maybe I should have let him have a chance to settle in first.  But by that point… the pussy had officially taken over and all I could think about was getting that cock out of his pants.  Luckily he didn’t seem to mind one bit.  As I clumsily struggled with his belt buckle, he happily swatted my hand away and took it off himself.  As my cuck pulled the pant legs down, he began unbuttoning his shirt.  I shamelessly groped him as I eagerly waited. My cuck dutifully tugged at the pant legs as Mr. L stepped out, while pulling off his shirt at the same time.  I simply stepped back just to enjoy the reveal.  What I saw made my jaw dropped to the floor.  I think my knees followed suit, as the next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock and my pussy in complete bliss about the fact.

The afternoon became a blur of primal, orgasmic bliss as he fucked me on the basement floor, the swing, the bed and last but not least… the couch, after I enticed him enough not to leave just yet!  

 
 He was sexy, suave, assertive, passionate, forceful, and yet a complete gentleman.  He fucked me like a primal beast that had caught his perfect prey.   Add to all that, he’s the one of the few we’ve met whose actually enjoyed taking a some control of my boy.  He was so comfortable with it; the banter the two of us could get going was just so easy and fun.

 His cock.  

OMG that cock!  It was every bit as amazing as my pussy thought it would be.  Long and thick with that slight upward curve.  I’m not sure I’ve ever actually “worshiped” a cock the way that I did Mr. L's ALL afternoon.

The Picture

We lounged back on the bed, well spent after a couple hours of primal pounding going on.  We chatted a bit about the game on TV while trying to catch our breathe.  As I traced my fingers along the outline of his chest, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to just a few moments before.  I could feel the twinge in my pussy as I recalled the gut wrenching orgasm he had mercilessly pounded out of me.  I wanted more.  I crooked my finger at my boy and simply pointed down.  

Like a good little bitch, he scampered over to the bed and carefully crawled up between my lover’s legs and took that gorgeous cock gently into his mouth.  With his mouth and lips, he caressed my lover’s cock with every ounce of deference he could summon.  As sexy and sweet as this was… somehow, it just wasn’t fitting my mood at the moment.  Instead I reached down and placed my hand on the back of his head, signaling him to pick up the pace a bit.  True to form, my boy’s head began bobbing in a nice steady rhythm.  I kept my hand on his head just feeling the beat of his rhythm.  Then, at the right moment, I applied just enough pressure to keep his head from coming back up.  All it took was a moment before I could hear the saliva started to build.  A little more pressure and his mouth sunk another half inch lower.  The sound changed into that noisy, gurgling sound that happens right before the gag reflex.  Holding it there, I could feel the tightening between my thighs.  I could tell my lover was getting hard just watching me force my boy’s mouth down on his cock.  I could hear the distress in the gurgling sounds my boy was making.  I let go of his head and watched him gasp for air.

“Dirty little whore”

As he blushed, he quickly got back to work on my lover’s cock.  I reached over and grab the camera.  Steadying it in one hand, I grabbed a fist full of my boy’s hair and held him mid-stroke.

“Nasty little slut, time to show Mama what you’re made of”

I began pumping my hand up and down, slowly speeding up the rhythm as I snapped the camera.

“Now, show Mama what a disgusting little cuck you really are.”

At that, I felt him open up his throat, holding his mouth open as wide as he could.  I began bobbing his head even faster, every so often pushing his head down a little lower and snapping pictures all the while.  Listening to his gagging and gurgling, I could feel my excitement growing out of control.  

“Oh, you nasty, filthy, disgusting little whore.  That’s the grosses sounding Blow job ever.  Wet and sloppy.   You’re making a mess down there, aren’t you?”

A muffled responds and more gurgling noise was all he could muster.  I could see that pained look in his face, the tears welling up in his eyes and yet… the adoration never stopped shining through.  I wanted to remember that look.  That look that I know means he is completely and utterly all mine.  I begin to shove his head even deeper  than before.  Hitting his gag reflex a few times, the first tear started to roll.  I shove him down on that cock, as deep as I could make it go.  His body tightens in panic.

“That’s it bitch, take it in deep.  You’re nothing but a filthy, disgusting little fuck hole.  Good for nothing, but being used and abused. Isn’t that right little bitch?”

And at that moment, I pulled his mouth right up to the tip of my lover’s cock and 

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Snapped the picture.