Working the late shift didn’t leave me a lot of personal time to do things in the normal daylight hours, so most everything I accomplished was done via online. Just like any red blooded male, whenever I logged on, I had to check out what the world of porn had to offer, what new strains of sexuality was out there being advertised and was it something that would fit the needs that I’ve felt for so very long. It’s hard to understand an itch that lies so beneath the surface that I’m not even sure what sort of title to give it, and there’s no way I could ever talk to anyone else about it, where would I begin and what would they think of me. So, I kept things to myself. But one night I created a profile on Facebook hoping to find some people who share the same interests so we could talk and discuss various movies and sites of interests.

Never using my real name of, Benjamin, I came up with something I thought was catchy and created a profile, joined several groups, read what others wrote there and checked their profile pictures. I closed the lid on my laptop and never realized what a journey these past few minutes had created for me. The next morning, over a cup of coffee I logged back on to Facebook and much to my surprise I had three messages! The first two were pretty much what I would call a standard response, “I like your profile, would you like to chat?” Yeah, ok, I won’t delete, I may be desperate one day, but it was the third that really grabbed me in areas that have never felt so stimulated. Her reply was this; “You are a worthless cuckold, you don’t deserve to have any say over your own body, and you certainly should never orgasm unless you’ve been given permission. Your only place in this world should be at my feet, catering to my needs.” I must have read this reply a hundred times before I went browsing the internet trying to find out more about the whole cuckold thing. I somehow ended up on cuckold.com website with many site reviews and after reading a bit more and checking the sites it finally seeped into my mind that the woman from facebook was exactly right, it was like she looked into my soul and found the person I’ve been ignoring, yes, I was a cuckold, finally, a name for it.

With my hands trembling I replied to the woman with a simple, “I’m a cuckold, at your command.” Within minutes she was back, she was again reaching inside of me and pulling forth the submissive side of my very being.

Her orders were easily understood, I didn’t question them and I certainly didn’t ignore them. The first thing I did was pick up the phone and call off work for the evening, I didn’t want anything to interrupt the plans she was making. I showered and left my apartment, driving 20+ miles to the address of the motel she gave me, I parked the car and waited in front of room 4 just like she said. About 5 minutes later this beautiful woman opened the door, she would have been a hot wife for anyone, but today she was going to be my ruler, I was going to succumb and be what she orders me to be.

I walked inside, shaking, nervous, excited and yes, hard. She pointed to a blank wall across from the king sized bed and ordered me to strip and stand in front of it. There was no hiding my erection, and she immediately noticed. Walking towards me with her long, auburn hair hanging loosely down the middle of her back, her stiletto heels cracking against the carpet with a thud that meant business, she looked me square in the eye and said, “Get as hard as you want, but if I see one drop of pre-cum dripping from that pathetic dick, you will leave immediately!”

The bathroom door opened and a naked man walked into the room, with a cock twice as large as mine he immediately took her in his arms and begin to passionately kiss her. I was confused for a moment, watching her be like this seductive kitten with him and yet be so extremely harsh with me, it was conflicting, but it was also arousing. She dropped to her knees, sucking his manhood to the root, fondling his balls and then raking her long, red painted nails down the side of his bare hips. He lifted her, walked her backwards to the bed and laid her back, lifting her long legs high into the air, all I could really see was the point to her heels and the muscles in the cheeks of his ass as he thrust deeply into her vaginal area. He was fucking her with a fury like I’d never seen, and even though my own cock was more aroused than ever, I would not allow that first drop of shiny spunk to be released. I actually broke into a sexual sweat holding back from wanting to grab my dick and shoot my own load. As this male stranger’s motion quickened, I could tell he was close, I could see his testicles from behind pulling up tight and suddenly he jerked his dick free from her vice gripping vaginal walls, spurting his cum all over her thick, swollen outer lips, allowing it to drip down her slit and cover her ass cheeks as well.

Once she caught her breath she looked at me with the coldness back in her eyes, ordering me to get a hot cloth for her lover, and I did, quickly, not wanting to disappoint her in any way. This is what I have always wanted, I wanted to be a cuckold and I was determined to be the best I could. Handing him the wet towel, I went to step back into my place, but instead she spread her thighs wider and ordered me to my knees, my job as her submissive cuckold was to know cleanse her with my mouth and tongue. I spent the next 30 minutes on my knees, licking up his cold cock juices, and I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.

Daphne always knew her answer to wanting just what she wanted would be her hot looks. With her shapely, long legs and large, ample breasts, that would be her ticket to the financial freedom she desired. So what if her husband was only a toy and a ploy to get into the social circles she desired. He bought her the big house on the hill, the huge rooms, the expensive furniture and supplied her with a long list of credit cards with no limits and a lifestyle that would suit her just fine. He saw her many sides when they were dating, he knew she could be a ruthless bitch when she wanted to be, but he knew if he wanted to keep her, he would shut up and do whatever she said. He enjoyed having a hot wife like her, a trophy to sport around and show off to all of his predominant friends.

He worked long hours to keep her satisfied, after all, she wanted what he could give her, but not himself. He enjoyed their courting time, when she would coo into his ear and seduce him with her charms, but only when she saw fit to play nice, otherwise, she just asked for money and then had the driver take her to the shops on the most expensive streets. After the lavish wedding and the last guest had left the reception, Stan wondered where his new bride had gone, he looked around the ball room, checked the hallways, but no sign of her. He walked outside and heard sounds coming from the limo, still decorated with the “Just Married” sign and the pale blue streamers. He opened the back door to find his raven haired hot bride straddling the driver, riding his hard cock like he was a bronco she was trying to break. She stopped only long enough to order him behind the wheel, to turn the mirror so he wouldn’t miss one passion filled moment of her sexual interlude, and that is when he realized he was her cuckold husband and if he didn’t want to lose her, then he would obey.

Now, nearly three years after their wedding night, nothing has changed, he continues to work long hours to support her desires, and she continues to bring fuck partners home to flaunt in front of him. She has him service them both, to bring them drinks, and warm towels to clean them up once their orgasms have erupted. She forever humiliates him and degrades him in whatever manner she can come up with, whether that means sending pictures of herself with a lover, and of course Stan in the background watching to his law partners, or placing a personal ad in the local newspaper, with her name and picture, advertising for lovers, with notice that her cuckold husband will be forced into watching each sexual endeavor.

Sometimes she would just make him watch once the action started, but many times it would be more than that. He knew that every Friday night at 8pm, he was to be at the door, awaiting the arrival of her newest partner, to open the door for him, take his coat and direct him to the bedroom. There she would be sprawled across the plush bed, with her thigh high stockings, tight clinging lingerie and of course those deadly high heels of hers, looking like a vision with her raven colored hair curling and framing her delicate features.

She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, and she held such a spell over him, it was almost an honor at times for him to service her whims. In the corner, next to the foot of the bed was an uncomfortable straight back chair, what she would call his cuckold perch, and that was the spot he had to be, to view every touch of fingers, the sliding of tongues, and of course the penetration of passion.

Tonight Daphne was feeling extremely dirty, and she wanted to humiliate Stan as much as she could, just to drive her pleasure over the edge into a euphoria that none of them would ever forget. As her lover spread himself across the bed and began to suck on her hardened nipples she ordered Stan to remove his clothing, and as he quickly stripped she made it a point to degrade him for the small penis that he sported, ridiculing him in every way possible. As her passion grew so did the bitterness of her words, and then she gave him the ultimate command of stroking his worthless, cuckold cock while she would feel true sexual satisfaction. Taking his shrunken meat into his fingers he pulled and jerked to get the blood rushing and it did, his cock grew with the anticipation of trying to please Daphne. As her body was ravished by her lover and her long legs were placed over his shoulders, she turned to see that Stan did indeed have an erection. She plied him with pathetic commands, telling him of his worthlessness and it seemed the more she humiliated him, the harder he would get, yes, Stan had indeed become the perfect for her.

As her own orgasm was approaching she could tell that Stan was also close to shooting his submissive load across his belly, and she wasn’t about to let that happen, this was for her pleasure only, not his. She ordered him to stop jerking on his pitiful dick, and even though his rhythm stopped, the pained look across his face told her she was indeed torturing him. Her hips bounced with such force, as she and her lover exploded together in a mind blowing orgasm. With Stan’s erection still more than apparent, he’s now left with the task of being the