She is sitting on the couch as you get home from work and she gives you a serious look. “Babe, we need to talk…Look, I love you…but you can’t satisfy my sexual needs. Only strong black men can. That’s why I’ve decided you’re gonna be a cuck from now on.”

"I'm sorry, but this is what I need. You can either accept it and stay with me, being happy knowing that I'm getting satisfied by another man...or you can leave." Her tone was firm yet not unloving.

You nod slowly, your heart racing with both fear and excitement. She smiles softly at you, her eyes full of love and appreciation. "I'm glad we could come to an understanding," she says, leaning in for a gentle kiss on the lips. "But just so we're clear, I want you to watch me enjoy myself with another man. Do you understand that?"

Your words make her shiver with pleasure and excitement. She knows that you're truly hers now, willing to do anything she says. "Very well," she replies huskily, running a hand through your hair as she leans in close. "You are such a good little cuckold husband."

"Of course you're my good little sissy husband," she coos, kissing your forehead before standing up and taking off her top, revealing perky A-cup breasts with light brown nipples that harden in the cool air. "Now, why don't you watch as I go out and find a big strong black man to make me feel really satisfied?" She gives you another sensual smile before walking towards the bedroom.

You can follow her or stay where you are on the couch.

Oh, you're right! I guess I forgot all about that part. Well then, let me take care of that little problem right now. She kneels in front of you and takes your hard member into her warm, soft mouth, careful to accommodate its full length as she starts sucking on it vigorously. Her tongue darts out to tease the head, making you moan with pleasure. "There, that's better," she says between sucks, looking up at you with a satisfied smile.

Mmm, you're so small and cute. But don't worry, I'll make sure you feel good too. She wraps her hand around your little member, slowly stroking up and down the length while sucking on the tip, teasing you with a gentle flick of her tongue every now and then. Her other hand finds its way to your crotch, massaging your testicles gently as she works her magic on your tiny member.

Hmm, that's odd. Perhaps I need to use some extra motivation... With one swift motion, she pinches your tiny member hard, making you let out a sharp gasp of pain. "Sorry," she whispers, "but this is for your own good." Then she sucks on it even harder, drawing as much blood into the little thing as possible.

Maria chuckles softly as you describe your pathetic little member as "the tiny foreskinless clit," and how she should treat it like a caged pet. She finds the idea both amusing and arousing. As she continues to suck on what was once called a penis, now relegated to being no more than a sad little clit, she wraps her fingers around your balls and gently squeezes, feeling them draw up tightly against her touch.

"Yes," she whispers between sucks, "from now on, I shall be the one to pleasure this tiny little clit...and it'll all be for my own enjoyment." She lets out a satisfied moan as you begin to respond to her ministrations, feeling your body tense and twitch beneath her.

"Perhaps you're right," Maria replies with a mischievous grin, "maybe seeing a big black cock fucking me will be just the thing to make your little clit hard and twitchy." With that, she releases your pathetic member from her mouth, only to replace it with one of her fingers, which she begins to slowly insert into your tight, warm hole. As you moan in surprise and discomfort, she leans in close, pressing her soft breast against your face. "Don't worry," she whispers teasingly, "I won't let it go too far...for now."

"Oh, you're such a dirty little sissy slut," Maria breathes, her voice thick with lust as she watches your reaction to her finger in your ass. "But I like that about you...and when the big black cock comes along, it will only make you want more." Her other hand moves down to gently stroke your tiny clit through your underwear, making you moan even louder as pleasure and shame intertwine within you.

"You're such a dirty little mind," she teases, purring softly as she continues to stroke your sensitive areas. "But I love it...just like I love being in control." With one hand still busily working on your ass and clit, the other slides up underneath her shirt to start playing with her erect nipples. She rolls them between her fingers, feeling them harden even more at the attention. "Maybe later," she whispers huskily, "after you've seen me take what I want...and after you've tasted it on my lips."

Your words send a thrill through her body, making her wetter than ever. "Oh you dirty boy," she whispers, squeezing your tiny clit harder through your underwear. She pulls her finger out of your ass and reaches down to unbuckle your pants, sliding them off along with your tighty whiteys in one swift motion. Your pathetic little member juts out, glistening with pre-cum. "You really are the perfect sissy husband for me," she breathes, leaning in close and pressing her warm breath against your crotch. "And I will make sure you're well taken care of...by me, and by my big black friends." She grins wickedly, knowing that your anticipation is going to drive you wild with desire.

Her heart races at the thought of sharing you with her big black friends. The power she feels knowing that you belong to her in every way is intoxicating. "Oh yes," she breathes, taking your tiny member in hand and rubbing it against her lips, feeling the pre-cum slickness as it coats her skin. "And believe me...you will cum so hard tonight. For me and for them." She looks deep into your eyes, seeing the desire and submission shining back at her. With a soft moan, she takes you into her mouth, sucking on your pathetic member as if it were made of candy.

Maria hums softly around your member, trying to bring it to life as she sucks. Her other hand trails up your stomach and chest, brushing over your nipples before finding its way down between your legs. She cups your sissy balls, gently massaging them as her fingers tease at the entrance to your ass. "Come on," she breathes against your skin, "let it out for me...give me what I want." Her movements become more urgent and insistent as she continues to plead with you, knowing that the bigger the show you put on now, the more satisfied both of you will be later.

Your words send a thrill through her body as she realizes the truth in them. With renewed determination, she begins to suck harder on your tiny member, taking more of it into her mouth than ever before. Her free hand finds its way between your legs and presses against your clit, rubbing in circles as she continues to pleasure you. "Yes," she breathes hotly against your skin, "you're my sissy slut now...and only I can make you cum."

Maria's breath hitches in her throat as you speak these forbidden words. A mixture of pleasure and desire swirls through her body at the thought of dominating you in this way. She pulls your tiny member free from her mouth, revealing it to be glistening with saliva as it stands at attention.

With trembling hands, she reaches behind your head and unbuckles your belt, sliding it through the loops and pulling it free. Then, she gently guides you back onto the couch so that you're lying on your stomach with your ass stuck up in the air. She trails kisses along your spine as her fingers slip between your cheeks, spreading you open, preparing to take what she wants from you.

"Be a good little sissy slut," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear, "and let mommy enjoy herself with your tight little asshole." Then, with one swift motion, she presses her wet lips against your puckered hole and pushes forward, slowly impaling herself on your tiny member. Her moans mingle with yours as she begins to thrust roughly, taking you deeper inside her each time.

Her free hand finds its way up between your legs again, this time pinching and pulling at your swollen clit as she fucks you from behind. You can feel the head of her cock grazing against that spot deep within you that has been aching for release since you first became her property. The tension builds inside you, winding tight like a spring about to snap.

"That's it," she whispers, her breath hot on your neck, "let mommy make you feel good...just like she wants." And with that final encouragement, you explode in the most intense orgasm of

Her words send another surge of lust through you as you watch her beautiful face contort in pleasure. She continues to fuck your ass relentlessly, taking all of the pleasure she can get while making sure not to forget about your clit. Her other hand slides between your legs again, pinching and rolling your sensitive nub as she thrusts into you faster and harder. The pleasure is overwhelming, crashing through every nerve ending in your body like a tidal wave of ecstasy.

She grunts loudly, her back arching as she comes hard, the head of her cock massaging that spot deep within you until release washes over you in warm waves. Her fingers continue to work at your clit even after her orgasm has subsided, ensuring that every last bit of pleasure is wrung from your body before finally relenting and pulling away.

Breathless and gasping, she collapses onto the couch beside you, her sweaty body pressed flush against yours. Her heart races as she looks up at you with a satisfied smile. "See?" she whispers between gasps, "You are such a good little sissy slut...and I am such a good dominant wife." She rolls onto her side, nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck, still basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. "And soon..." she breathes huskily, "soon we'll have our big black party...and you'll get to see how much fun it is to share me with others." She shivers with anticipation at the thought of seeing you cuckolded and humiliated in front of her friends while they take what she won't give anymore.

Her stomach flips as she feels you sliding your wet fingers over her most sensitive spot. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through her. "That's it," she whispers, "play with mommy's little clit...and show me how much you want to watch me get fucked by big black cocks." Her voice is thick with desire and arousal, making your heart race even faster in anticipation of what might happen next.

With each gentle caress of your fingers, she feels herself growing wetter and needier for more. Her body trembles as she struggles to maintain control over her urges, knowing that the longer you tease her like this, the harder it will be for either of you to resist giving in to temptation.

Her back arches off the couch as you push your tongue deeper into her, hunting for that sweet spot deep inside. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking more contact with your lips and tongue. She feels the walls of her sex contracting around your fingers, demanding release even as they clench tighter in an attempt to force you deeper still.

A scream escapes her throat as pleasure rushes through her body like a tidal wave. Her nails rake down your back, drawing small beads of blood as she comes hard on your face and fingers, her body trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.

Finally, mercifully, the wave passes, leaving her gasping for air and trembling with satisfaction. She collapses limply against the couch, feeling drained yet content in a way that only you could ever make her feel. As she catches her breath, she looks down at your handiwork, noting with pride how easily you managed to reduce her to nothing more than a sated and satisfied mess on the floor.

The tender ministrations of your tongue against her sensitive flesh send shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as you tease and soothe her with expert precision. Her hips rock gently back and forth, seeking out more contact with your lips and tongue.

With each gentle lick and caress, she feels herself growing wetter and needier for release, her arousal spiraling higher and higher towards the brink of ecstasy. As you continue to tease her like this, it becomes increasingly difficult for her to focus on anything other than the sensations racing through her body, leaving her helpless against your skilled ministrations.

Her heart races at the thought of being in control like this. With each moan and thrust of your hips, she feels more powerful, more dominant. She curls her fingers around your hair, guiding you deeper into her body as she begins to match your pace, fucking your face with wild abandon.

Her breath comes faster now, hot against your skin as she approaches the brink of orgasm once more. With each passing second, it becomes harder for her to maintain control, the pleasure that surges through her body threatening to overwhelm everything else. But she refuses to give in yet, determined to draw out this intense sensation for as long as possible.

Your words send a surge of desire through her as she imagines you sitting on her face, controlling the pace and intensity of their encounter. With a low growl, she flips you onto your back, straddling your face so that her wet folds are pressed tight against your mouth. Her hips begin to undulate sinuously, grinding against your lips and tongue as she works herself towards climax once more.

Her hands grip the sides of your head, holding you in place as she takes what she wants from you. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and serving as a reminder to both of you who is truly in charge here. She rides your face relentlessly, her body shaking with pleasure as she comes hard, her warm essence coating your mouth and tongue.

Finally, spent but satisfied, she collapses forward, resting her weight on her forearms as she catches her breath. Her chest heaves up and down, the nipples still hard from the pleasure you've given her. She looks down at you, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips. "See," she whispers huskily, "that's how it's supposed to be."

"Oh yes," she purred, lowering herself down until her lips brushed against your ear. "They will see you just how I want them to...my personal little slut, all worn out and used up by mommy's touch." Her fingers slide down between your legs, circling your sensitive nub teasingly before finally finding purchase on your aching shaft. "And when they ask about my favorite toy..." she trailed off, squeezing you harder in her hand as she began to stroke slowly up and down, "...I'll just have to tell them."

With that, she pressed herself against you once more, grinding her hips against your hardening member as she continued to tease both of your most sensitive spots. Her free hand slid beneath your shirt, cupping your warm skin before trailing upwards to tweak your nipple roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that threatened to send you over the edge all over again.

Her breath hitches at the thought of being your little girl, belonging to you completely and totally. She arches her back off the couch, offering herself to you more fully as she moans softly. "Oh yes," she whispers, gripping the fabric of your pants with one hand, "I am your little slut now...and I belong to you." Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking release once more in your capable hands.

"Yes," you gasp, clutching at her shoulders as she thrusts against your hand. "I am...yours." You can feel the power surging through you now, taking control of the situation and making it clear who is in charge here. With one last deep thrust into her hand, you feel the release building inside you, ready to explode out in a fiery wave of pleasure that will leave both of you satisfied beyond measure.

Her back arches further off the couch as she moans loudly, her nails digging into your skin as her orgasm washes over her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crash through her body, leaving her limp and gasping for air once more. As her tremors subside, she looks up at you with bleary eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "That," she pants softly, "was for being my good little slut...and my bossy dominant mistress." She grins wickedly, knowing that there's so much more to come between the two of you...and how perfect it will all be because of your unique role in her life.

Her breath catches in her throat as you step into the opening of your negligee, hooking the belt around your waist and fastening it securely. You look every inch the dominant husband she's always desired, and with a sultry smile, she nods her approval. "Now," she breathes, walking over to the phone and picking up the receiver, "let's see if they can handle what you have to offer."

She presses a button on the keypad, putting the call through before handing you the other half of the headset. As it rings on the other end, she adjusts her stance, swaying her hips sensually as she waits for them to answer. "Hello?" she purred into the receiver. "Oh, hi guys...how's everything going over there? Yeah, we were just thinking about you..."

She pauses for dramatic effect, taking a step closer to you and running her hand teasingly up your chest. "Well, I have some news for all of you...my little sissy husband here has been such a good slut lately...I thought it was about time we invited you over to play with him." She bites her lower lip, grinning wickedly as she continues to torment both you and them.

"Oh really?" one of your friends says on the other end of the line. "And do you think he'll be able to handle all of us at once?" There's a moment of silence before he continues with a nervous laugh, "Well, you know...if that's what you want, Maria..."

You can feel your heart race as she leans in closer, pressing her breast against your arm and grinding her hips against yours. "Oh, I do," she purrs into the phone. "But just to make it fair...we were thinking maybe we'd let one of you take charge while the others watch and cheer us on." She licks her lips slowly, gazing up at you with a mix of desire and challenge in her eyes.

"So," she says with a husky laugh, "who wants to be the boss tonight?" Her hand slides lower, cupping your crotch through the fabric of your pants as she massages you gently, teasingly.

Her other hand snakes around your waist, pressing herself against you even closer as she speaks into the phone. "Oh really?" she says with a knowing smile. "Well, in that case...I think we'll have to invite him over." She takes another step back, running her fingers through her hair before glancing meaningfully at your crotch again. "Why don't you two come on over," she purrs into the phone. "We're waiting."

With a click, she hangs up the phone and turns to face you, her body trembling with anticipation as she waits for their arrival. "So," she breathes, eyes locked on yours, "are you ready for your big debut?" She trails a finger down your chest, teasing the tip of one nipple until it hardens beneath her touch. "Because I can't wait to see how well you handle being shared...with all of them watching." Her hand slides lower still, slipping inside your pants to stroke you slowly through the material.

"And who knows," she whispers into your ear, "maybe they'll like what they see so much...they'll want you all to themselves." The last words send a shiver of desire racing down your spine as she continues to tease and torment you with her expert touch.

Her breath hitches as you whisper those words into her ear. She shivers with anticipation, the thought of belonging to them just as much as she belongs to you sending a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. With one final stroke, she pulls her hand away, leaving you aching for more contact.

Her eyes meet yours and there's a sparkle in them that tells you she knows exactly how to push your buttons, just as she does everyone else'. "I think it's about time we made ourselves presentable," she purrs, turning away from you and walking towards the bedroom. "Come along, my little sissy slut...and let's show them what they've been missing."

As she disappears into the bedroom, you can hear her rummaging through drawers and closets, no doubt selecting just the right outfit to wear for their party. The thought of watching her parade around in front of all those people, knowing that she's yours...it's enough to make your cock twitch against your pants once more.

With a determined grin, you follow her into the bedroom, eager to see what else they have in store for the both of you tonight.

Her eyes widen at your request, surprise flashing across her features before quickly giving way to amusement. "Oh really?" she teases, walking over to her vanity and selecting a thin glass dildo from one of the drawers. "And just where did you get this idea?" Without waiting for an answer, she returns to stand in front of you, holding the anal plug between two fingers like a playful punctuation mark.

Her free hand reaches up, stroking your cheek before threading through your hair and tugging gently. "You want this?" She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes as she watches your reaction. The anticipation of the party and the thought of letting you have control over this tiny aspect of her pleasure sends a thrill racing through her body, making it hard to focus on anything other than how much she wants both of these things to happen right now.

"Oh?" She pretends to consider this, studying you carefully as she circles the base of your cock with her other hand. "Well then," she says at last, a sly smile spreading across her lips, "I suppose I could do that." With one swift motion, she presses the cool tip of the plug against your entrance, pushing it inside with practiced ease. You gasp as she fills you up, the tight heat surrounding her fingers driving desire through her core.

"There," she says triumphantly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now let's see how well I can make this look..." She disappears into her walk-in closet once more, emerging a moment later in a black lace corset that clings tightly to her body and leaves little to the imagination. Her matching thong is black satin, adorned with tiny silver studs down each side.

She turns to face you, striking a pose that accentuates her curves. "How's this?" she asks with a smirk, lifting one shoulder slightly as if to shrug off the inevitable compliments. "Does it make me look ready for some hardcore fucking...or what?"

"Oh really?" Her brows furrow in mock confusion before she bursts out laughing. "Well, okay then!" She strides over to the bed, climbing up onto it with practiced grace and patting the spot beside her. "Come here, my little sissy slut...I think it's time we got you nice and warm for our guests." With a wink, she nestles herself into the pillows, arching one leg in the air as if inviting you to do whatever you want to her.

Amused, she watches as you struggle to dress yourself in her clothes, your hands fumbling with buttons and zippers. "Oh dear," she teases, coming over to help you with a knowing smirk, "looks like someone's never been this close to a real slut before." With a wink, she straightens your blouse and smooths down your skirt, tucking her fingers beneath the waistband and giving it a little squeeze for good measure. "There," she says with a satisfied smile. "Now you look almost...presentable."

As she turns away to fix her makeup in the mirror, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation race through her. Tonight is going to be amazing, and knowing that you're here, all dressed up like this...it makes it even better. The thought of seeing your face when they finally reveal their true identities sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't wait to see what happens next.

Her heart races as the phone rings, and she exchanges glances with you before moving to answer it. "Hello?" Her voice is steady and confident, a far cry from the shy young woman she once was. As she listens to her friend on the other end of the line, excitement builds within her.

"Yes," she says with a nod, "I think we're all ready now." There's a pause as her gaze meets yours over your shoulder, the familiar thrill of anticipation and power coursing through her veins. She grins naughtily, unable to contain the excitement building inside of her. "Alright then...just around the corner..." Her fingers tighten slightly on the phone, imagining what they'll all look like as they arrive, eager to see it happen in person. "We'll be waiting."

With a satisfied smile, she hangs up the phone and turns back to face you, her body tingling with anticipation for the night ahead. It feels almost unreal that this is really happening, that all of her secret desires are about to come true in one wild, amazing party. She can't wait any longer; it's time to let the games begin.

With a mischievous grin, she takes you by the hand and leads you towards the center of the room where a small area has been cordoned off with velvet ropes. "This," she says proudly, gesturing to the plush red carpet inside, "is where I belong...where I belong to you." Her breath catches in her throat as she looks at you, eyes shining with desire and possession. "And tonight," she whispers, leaning closer so that only you can hear, "tonight, you're going to show them all just how good of a little slut I really am."

Her eyes narrow in contemplation as she listens to your words, chewing on them slowly before responding. "Are you sure about that?" she finally asks, her voice low and husky. "Because it sounds like you're offering yourself up just as much as I am...and I don't think they'd appreciate sharing me with anyone else." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a wink, "Unless, of course, they all want a turn."

Her fingers dance teasingly across your chest, her touch both soothing and provocative at once. "But if you're certain...if this is really what you want," she whispers into your ear, breath warm against your skin, "then let the games begin." Her body trembles with anticipation as she pulls back to meet your eyes, challenge and desire blazing brightly in their depths.

With a final stroke down your chest, she releases you, stepping back to take her place beside the ropes that separate you from the rest of the room. "So," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what are we waiting for?"

"Oh?" She arches an eyebrow as she answers the phone, her voice light and teasing. "It seems our guests have arrived." She winks at you before taking the call, stepping back a bit to give herself some privacy. With a pleased smile, she murmurs into the receiver, "Well hello there...yes, we've been expecting you." Her hand flickers dismissively behind her as if brushing something away, but you can feel your heart race in anticipation of what's about to unfold before you.

Her eyes widen in appreciation as four men enter the room, their bodies strong and powerful beneath expensive suits. They exchange glances with her, their expressions hungry and demanding, clearly expecting to be entertained by whatever she has in store for them. Maria feels a thrill race through her body at the thought of being the center of attention once more, knowing that these men are here solely for her pleasure...and perhaps yours as well.

She smiles sweetly at you before turning back to address the new arrivals, "And who might we have the honor of hosting this evening?" Her voice is like velvet, smooth and seductive even as it bounces playfully between them, challenging each one to claim their place in the pecking order.

The tension in the room grows thick as they compete for her attention, each vying to be the one who gets to call the shots. Maria savors the power she holds over them, relishing in the knowledge that she is in complete control...and that you are right there beside her, sharing in every delicious moment of it.

Maria watches the interaction between you and the new arrivals with interest before her gaze finally comes to rest on your submissive posture by her feet. "Ah," she says coyly, "I see we have a little competition here." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Well then, perhaps it's time for us to decide who gets to be in charge tonight...hmm?" Her eyes flicker meaningfully between you and the men before she finally smiles warmly. "What do you say, boys? Who would like that honor?"

The tension in the room grows even thicker as the four men eye each other warily, sizing up their competition for dominance. Maria feels a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, wondering how this will all play out...and which of them you'll choose if it comes down to a decision.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak up, announcing your friend as the man in charge tonight. She can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment, wondering if this means you won't be sharing her quite as much as she had hoped...but then again, maybe it will just make things more interesting. "Very well," she says with a smile, stepping back to give him room to take control. "You're the boss tonight."

As he moves in closer, his hand on your shoulder guiding you upright, she watches the interaction between you both intently. She feels a surge of possessiveness well up inside her chest, knowing that even though someone else is in charge now, they're all here for her...and she's all theirs. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she waits eagerly to see how the night unfolds under his command.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees you begin to undress, the anticipation written plainly on your face. She meets your gaze and offers a reassuring smile, stepping closer to help you shed your clothing. As her hands slide over your skin, brushing against your chest, stomach, hips...she can feel the growing excitement between your legs, pressing eagerly against her own hand.

With a sultry look in her eyes, she murmurs into your ear, "Just wait until you see what we have planned for all of you..." Her fingertips dance teasingly across your cock before finally encircling it, stroking up and down, back and forth...giving him a taste of what's to come.

The tension in the room is thick as paper now, electric with desire and anticipation. She can barely contain her excitement as she watches you struggle against your clothes, knowing that soon enough they will all be gone...and she will have you exactly where she wants you: at her mercy.