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.

Naked in the Kitchen

I love watching him naked in the kitchen.  Not exactly sure why.  I mean, I love him naked and him in the kitchen means I’m NOT in the kitchen.  Though, it’s more like a heartwarming moment that just makes me melt and love the little bitch all that much more.  I mean, there he is, slaving over the stove, making me something tasty while butt ass naked so I can sit and stare at his cute butt wiggling around the kitchen.

Tonight he’s being cute and coy about it.  Sneakily starting up dinner while I was catching up on a TV show, it took me a few minutes to get wise that he was doing more than refilling a drink.  I ask him what he’s doing… “Cooking” he teases. 

“What are you making?” I ask.

“Food” is all he says with that guilty smile.  “Go back to watching your show.”

I giggle and let him have his way.  I go back to watching my show.  A quick stop by from a friend dropping some stuff off.  Not ten minutes after our friend left, then I look up to see his naked ass bouncing around my kitchen.

“Mmmmmm, when did that happen?”

“When you weren’t looking”, he said with a little wink and crooked smile.

“Uhuh…Doesn’t the smart ass need a good smacking?”

“Maaaaybeee!” as he wiggles his ass at me in temptation.

I laugh and shake my head, then settle into watching the show.  The muscles that flex as he moves back and forth.  The little jiggle in his ass cheeks when he turns suddenly.  The way he sort of waltz around the kitchen with purpose and grace.   Occasionally I’ll get a hip shake just to tease me.  Just SEXY!!!

Plus, it’s a fun power trip as I watch him balancing plates to serve me where I sit.