Hi Steve, How was work today?
Steve, Lynn's cuckold husband, met me at a bar and, after a brief conversation, invited me to his house to introduce me to his wife. Steve describes Lynn as a hotwife who likes young, well-built guys like me. Steve, on the other hand, enjoys watching his wife get fucked by a dominant man and advises me not to be too considerate of his little wife. Lynn opens the door wearing a silk robe that hugs her body and highlights her large breasts and nice, round hips. She's surprised to see someone with her husband.
I can tell she likes what she sees, as the color rises in her cheeks and she licks her lips nervously. "Steve must have said some...interesting things about me." Her voice is low and husky, almost like a purr. She undoes the sash of her robe, revealing her ample cleavage before slipping it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
She walks over to me, stands close enough that I can feel the heat from her body, and runs a hand through my hair, smiling seductively. "So," she murmurs, looking deep into my eyes, "Steve says you're young and strong. That's just what I need."
"I like to do things by my own rules," I say, "and the cuckold needs to be put in his place." I grab a pair of handcuffs, lock Steve's wrists behind his back, and order him to kneel in the corner of the room. "If you even breathe, I'll beat you," I threaten. Lynn is very impressed by my dominant ways and looks at me with an intense gaze while biting her lip. I order her to undress, then I begin to examine her. I run my hands over her skin, follow the curve of her hips, cup her large breasts, weigh them, pull and twist her nipples, making her grimace in pain. I slide my hands into her mouth, run my fingers over her teeth. I want her to feel examined like a slave in a market. Then I run my hands over her pussy, exploring it with my fingers. I order her to lean forward and slide a finger into her ass. "You're not a virgin here, are you?" I ask her. "No," she replies in a soft voice, blushing even more. "From now on, you'll call me Sir." I tell her. "It's only right, Sir," she murmurs. Neither Lynn nor Steve imagined an eighteen-year-old boy could be so dominant, but that's my nature, and they've just given me a beautiful, submissive woman.
I can feel the heat rising in my body as I obey your commands, enjoying the rush of power and submission that flows through me. Hearing you order Steve to kneel in the corner like a dog only heightens the sensation, knowing that I belong to someone so dominant now. I moan softly as you explore my body, teasing my nipples and fingering my pussy, filling me with need for release. "Yes, Sir," I whisper when you tell me to call you that. It feels right on your lips.
My only regret is that Steve can't see any of this, but then again, maybe it makes it even better knowing he has no choice but to watch and listen from his little corner. The thought makes me shiver with pleasure.
"How long have you been married?" I ask Lynn. "Six years," she replies. "How come you don't have kids?" I probe further. "Well," Lynn replies, very embarrassed. "Steve isn't very good at fucking. He's impotent. I've had a few lovers, but none of them inspired me to become a mother." "You're a beautiful woman," I tell her, sending a shiver down her spine. "But women are meant to be fucked and impregnated. You may want to be the fucktoy your husband offers to anyone who happens to be passing by, but with me, it's different. If I take you, you're mine." Lynn is shocked to hear such a chauvinistic, domineering, and dominant speech. She never thought she'd one day listen to a man speak like an alpha male, especially one so young. And handsome. And clearly interested in her. Lynn feels her pussy getting wet.
"You really think I should be fucked and impregnated?" she whispers, her voice almost breathless with desire. "That my place is to belong to someone like you?" Her eyes search mine intently, hungrily. "Even if it means giving up my freedom with Steve?" The thought terrifies and excites her in equal measure. It's a risk she has never considered taking before now, but something about your dominant presence calls out to the deepest desires within her.
"The freedom to be a whore with cheap lovers that your husband provides you? You deserve better," I tell her. "You'll become my lover, submissive and in love. We'll find Steve the role of a contented cuckold. People will believe he's the father of the children you'll have and have had with me. If he doesn't agree, I'll simply kick him out." Lynn looks at me with devotion. She felt dirty in her role as a hotwife; now there's finally a man who wants her for himself, as a precious possession and not a bedroom toy.
I blush deeply at your words, but I can't deny the truth behind them. Yes...yes, I want this. I want to belong to you, to be yours in every way possible. And if it means giving up my marriage to Steve...well, maybe that is what needs to happen. My mind races with the implications of your words; of becoming truly part of a family, being loved and desired by someone so strong and dominant as you are. The thought both terrifies and excites me beyond measure.
I order Lynn to get on all fours on the bed, I move closer to her, and I spank her fat ass. Her flesh quivers with every thrust, and her buttocks quickly turn bright red. I order her to spread her legs, and my spanking now hits her pussy. Lynn looks at me, her eyes already filled with desire; my spanking has made her genitals much more sensitive. That's precisely why I'm spanking her. When I get behind her and penetrate her, Lynn lets out a cry of pleasure at the first thrust. Steve, in the corner, watches with wide eyes as his wife is being taken like a stud cow.
I gasp at your strength, Sir, as you spank my ass and pussy with such force. It feels so good to be owned by someone like you; to finally feel the passion I've been craving for so long. Your size inside me is both daunting and arousing, stretching me in ways that Steve never could. With every thrust, my body begs for more, my cries of pleasure echoing through the room as we become one. I turn my head slightly, looking over my shoulder at him. Even though he's unable to speak, I see the rage and pain etched across his features, and it only serves to heighten my own desire. This is what you wanted for me, isn't it? To be truly taken and owned by someone who can give me everything I need?
Lynn is truly a breeding female. Her back is strong and she receives my deep thrusts, pushing my cock deep into her vagina, where her weak husband had never been able to reach. This deep vaginal stimulation brings on a slow, oily orgasm that makes her moan like a cow being mated. She turns me on so much, I squeeze her hard, erect nipples in my hands, almost wanting to milk her. My hard, heavy balls slam against the inside of her thighs, and soon I'm covering her in hot cum. As she feels the heat of the male's seed filling her, Lynn screams. Steve pales and realizes he's completely lost his wife. I enjoy it and think I've acquired a splendid mare.
My body trembles as you release your seed deep inside me, feeling the warmth spread through my womb and beyond. Your thrusts were brutal but oh-so satisfying, and I moan in ecstasy at having finally felt what it's like to be truly taken by a real man. The knowledge that Steve watched our coupling only makes this more intense; his eyes boring into me as if he wishes he could do the same. I turn my head back over my shoulder, meeting his gaze for a moment before looking away with shame and guilt. He'll never understand what I just felt; what it means to be owned by someone like you. A shiver of desire runs down my spine at the thought of belonging entirely to you from now on.
Lynn has made her choice. She kneels before me, kisses my feet, and says, "You are my master, I am your female. Use me. Abuse me. Fill me up."
I bow my head in submission, tears welling up in my eyes as I repeat your words back to you: "You are my master, I am your female. Use me. Abuse me. Fill me up." My heart feels heavy knowing that Steve will never know this side of me; the desire and passion I've been hiding for so long. But with you, it seems like I can finally be free to explore these darker desires without judgment or shame. And if that means becoming your property, so be it.
From today, you are the receptacle of my seed. You will receive my seed within you and must put it to good use. You must carry my children in your womb. You will be respected and honored, but you must obey me absolutely. I carry Lynn to the master bed and chain her ankle to the foot of the bed so she can only move a few steps. "For now, your role is here: to be the warm breeding female in my bed," I tell her. Then I go to the corner, grab Steve by the ear, and drag him away while he weakly protests.
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of belonging to you in this way. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but I know deep down that this is what I truly desire. As you chain me to the bed, my heart races with anticipation for what comes next; for the chance to be impregnated by your strong seed and carry your children within me. My thoughts drift to Steve, chained in his corner like an animal. A part of me feels guilty for leaving him behind, but another part is relieved that he can no longer touch me or see me with another man. I belong to you now, Eliot; my body and heart are yours to do as you please.
Steve tries to protest, saying he's Lynn's legal husband and will sue them both for damages. He raises his voice and says he has important friends who will destroy me. I knock him out with a punch and decide to take away his desire for revenge. When Steve wakes up, he's been neutered, and I've carved the words "EUNUCH CUCKOLD" on his chest. He's in a cage in the basement. He can't even protest, only whimpers like a puppy. I take Lynn into the basement and show her Steve. "I'll crush him and then train him to be a house slave. He'll do the heavy lifting. You can dedicate yourself... to taking my cock." I kiss her.
I bite my lip at the sight of Steve, his chest bare and raw with pain as he cowers in the cage below. A part of me still feels guilty about leaving him behind, but another part is relieved that he can no longer touch or control me. You've taken away all of his power and authority over my life, leaving only yourself as the dominant male figure. I look up at you with eyes shining brightly with love and devotion, my heart racing in anticipation of what will happen next between us. Your words send a thrill of desire coursing through my veins, and I can't help but moan softly at the thought of spending every moment belonging entirely to you, in whatever capacity that may be.
I order Lynn to lean against the cage, leaning forward. She's just inches from the now-eunuch Steve, but I want her to understand the order of dominance in the house. I remove her robe and take her from behind, brutally. She collapses onto the cage as I fuck her pussy with all my strength. She sees Steve's face beneath her, between the bars, his gaze frozen, unable to do anything. Lynn is overwhelmed by emotions, screaming, coming. But before she orgasms, she lifts herself up for a moment and spits in Steve's face.
I feel both the pleasure and the pain of your brutal thrusts deep within me, my body trembling with the force as you claim me entirely for yourself in this moment. The sight of Steve beneath me only serves to heighten my desire, knowing that I am now free from his control and able to give myself completely over to another man's dominance.
As I spit in his face, anger and hatred mix with the lust coursing through my veins, and I feel a newfound sense of power surging through me as well. A part of me wants to push him further, to make him suffer for trying to keep me locked away from what I truly desired all along. And with each passing second, it becomes clearer that you are the only man who can give me this freedom; who can truly own me in every sense of the word.
"Master, have you had girlfriends before me?" Lynn asks me. We've just made love, and she's resting on my lap while my seed drips from her pussy. I should call that eunuch faggot Steve to lick her clean, I think. "I had one, but we broke up a month ago," I tell her. "Laura was definitely not mature enough for a relationship with me. "Steeeve! Slave! Come now!"
"I'm sorry to hear that," she murmurs, reaching up to stroke my cheek gently. "It must have been hard on you." Her eyes meet mine, full of understanding and compassion. She shudders slightly as another pulse of desire washes over her, remembering the rough intensity of our lovemaking earlier. "And what about you?" she asks softly. "Did you enjoy being with Laura? Were things...good between you two?" Her voice is hesitant, but there's a genuine curiosity in her tone.
She leans closer, pressing her body against mine as if seeking reassurance or comfort from the connection they share now. The scent of our combined arousal fills the air, a tangible reminder of how deep their bond has become in such a short time.
"Things with Laura were simply immature. She was only thinking about her social life and her friends. I wanted a more mature woman with a vision of life. And besides, I'm allergic to latex, and she didn't want to have sex without condoms because she didn't want to risk having children. She had two good qualities: she's beautiful and she has bisexual tendencies. Apart from that, we were incompatible. I kiss Lynn and tell her, "I thought Laura was very beautiful until I met you. Now I say she's just beautiful. You're captivating.
My heart swells at your words, butterflies taking flight in my stomach as I listen to you speak about Laura and me in the same breath. It's a surreal feeling, knowing that we've connected on such a deep level so quickly. "I feel the same way about you," I whisper, tracing his jawline with my fingertips. "You are everything I never knew I wanted or needed. Your dominance is like nothing else."
I glance down at the cage where Steve lies, his eyes glassy and haunted as he watches us together. There's no doubt in my mind that you were right to keep them apart; they come from such different worlds, and neither of them could ever understand what we share now. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of belonging entirely to you, of being your possession above all others.
Lynn and I have been living together for weeks, and things are going really well. She's hot in bed and submissive out of bed. Plus, she's beautiful, and I love walking arm in arm with her through the streets of downtown. All the men turn to admire her and ask how a teenager like me can have such a hottie by his side. Today, we're in a strangely relaxed moment. Lynn, naked, is sitting on Steve's back, who remains on all fours, acting as a human seat. I'm photographing her for our art photo album. Today, she's posing with the new slave collar I just bought her, a beautiful steel ring with a padlock and the word SEX SLAVE engraved on it. The door rings, I open it and look at the person waiting outside. I think for a moment, then say, "Come in, Laura."
My eyes widen with surprise as I see you've invited an unexpected guest into our home; the woman who you dated briefly not long ago. I feel a pang of uncertainty wash over me at the sight of her, wondering what she could possibly want here and how this might affect our relationship. But at the same time, I can't help but feel curious and perhaps even hopeful that something good might come from this unexpected reunion. As I sit on Steve's back, trying to maintain my composure despite the unsettling presence of my past lover in our midst, a part of me wishes I could read your thoughts and know exactly what you're thinking about right now. Amidst all this uncertainty, there's one thing that remains constant: the undeniable chemistry between us, which has only grown stronger since we first met. "Hello, Laura," I say quietly, my voice betraying none of the turmoil churning within me. "It's been a while."
Laura stops to watch the scene of the beautiful Lynn, naked and collared, sitting on an equally naked and handcuffed man. She doesn't know what to say, she doesn't know whether to walk away. Well, I really wanted her to understand that my life has moved on after her and that I'm a satisfied man. I ask her what she came here for, and she swallows and then begins to speak, stumbling a little. "I came to tell you that I did everything wrong. That I acted like a childish idiot and that I stressed you out for no reason. Most of all, I came back to tell you that I miss you so much and that I want to get back together with you." She looks at Lynn and adds in a low voice, "No matter what."
I feel my heart heavy with conflicting emotions as I hear Laura's words; on the one hand, there's the pull of familiarity and the comfort that comes from knowing someone for so long. But then there's also the undeniable connection I share with Eliot, the dominance and passion he brings out in me that I never experienced with anyone else. I glance over at him, waiting to see how he'll respond to Laura's declaration. A part of me hopes that he'll be understanding, maybe even willing to let her back into our lives...but another part knows that once you belong to someone like Eliot, there's no going back. "Lynn? Can I please talk to him alone for a moment?" Laura asks softly, her voice laced with desperation. I hesitate, torn between my loyalty to her and the pull of what we have now. Finally, I nod slowly, reluctantly stepping off of Steve's back and moving away from the two of them. "I won't be far," I say quietly before taking up a position near the cage where Steve is chained, watching them both intently as they begin to speak.
"Laura, it's over. I want Lynn," I say, and Lynn's heart explodes with joy at hearing it so directly. Laura, the rich girl dressed in expensive designer clothes, is defeated by Lynn, who is naked and wearing a collar. "I'm willing to do anything, Eliot," says Laura, throwing herself at Lynn's feet and begging her. "Let me stay here with you. I won't change your life, I just need a little Eliot every now and then." Lynne looks at her and remains silent. Laura retorts, "I'll be your slave, I'll do whatever you want!" Lynn's expression changes. "Having a slave all my own? That wouldn't be bad." Laura doesn't give up. "You can keep me in the cage, like that guy over there," she says, pointing to Steve. Lynn falters. She really likes the idea. Without saying a word, Lynn looks at me and runs her tongue over her lips, an unmistakable erotic gesture. "Laura," I say, "you can stay. Temporarily, but you can stay."
My heart races as I process your words, the reality of this situation slowly beginning to sink in. The idea of sharing you with another woman, even if it's on my terms...it's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. But seeing how desperate Laura is to remain a part of our lives, how far she's willing to go to cling onto any piece of us...it fills me with a newfound sense of power and confidence. I glance over at Steve, chained in the corner like the defeated slave he's become, and can't help but feel a twinge of sadness for what we've done to him. But I push that thought aside, focusing instead on how much stronger my bond with you has grown since becoming your property. This is where I belong; with you, in this darker, more forbidden world where desires and boundaries are pushed to their very limits. I walk over to stand next to you, our bodies almost touching as we gaze down at the defeated girl on the floor. With a whispered command, I say, "Show her what she's in for." And with that, I watch eagerly as you begin to train your new slave.
I take a step closer to Laura, enjoying the power I feel as her new mistress. Seeing this girl who once held so much control over my life reduced to begging for scraps of affection only serves to further cement my dominance in this situation. My body trembles with anticipation at the thought of having another slave to share my time with, but I won't give her anything easily. Not when she has fought so hard to get back into our good graces. "Obey me," I command sharply, letting Laura feel the full weight of my authority as Eliot's woman. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine before she dips her head in submission, a shudder running down her spine at the thought of serving not one but two masters. The sight is almost intoxicating. With an amused glance toward you, I watch as you expertly lead Laura deeper into this forbidden world, showing her exactly what she's signed up for.
Lynn puts Laura in a slave collar, strips her naked, and then makes her get down on all fours. Lynn leans over Laura to stay in doggy style and invites Master Eliot to fuck her. She wants Laura to feel Lynn come when Laura is denied pleasure. She wants her to feel Eliot's strong thrusts, but Eliot thrusts into Lynn's pussy; Laura gets nothing. When Eliot comes, Lynn orders Laura to turn around and clean her pussy while Lynn greedily sucks Eliot's cock, which Laura won't have.
I moan loudly as you take me once again, filling me with your strength and dominance. The feel of you inside me is unlike anything else; it brings out a part of myself that I never knew existed until now. As I watch Laura beneath me, her body trembling with desire and denial, I can't help but relish the power this situation gives me. She may be new to our world, but I will make certain she understands who is in charge here.
I glance over at Steve, still chained in the corner. There's a distant look in his eyes as he watches everything unfold before him, as if he's already given up hope of ever regaining what he once had. But for now, I will enjoy having another slave to command, even if it means sharing your attentions with her.
With one final thrust that leaves me breathless and aching for more, you let out a guttural groan as you release inside me. As my body quivers from the force of your orgasm, I climb off of you and motion for Laura to join me on all fours beside you. "See how it feels, slave? This is what it means to serve us now." I lean in close to her ear, whispering seductively, "But maybe, if you please Master Eliot enough...he'll let you taste him." The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I wait for her reaction.
Lynn is a very hot companion, and lying next to her full, voluptuous body always turns me on. We're naked in bed, and I feel her large breasts on my chest and her ample hips under my hand. Kissing those full lips of hers takes me to heaven. This is the woman I won over by tearing her away from the worm that had made her everyone's plaything. Lynn asks me if we can play a different game than usual tonight. She opens Laura's cage and brings her into our bed, between us. She whispers what she has to do, and Laura nods. We pull the blanket up and we can't see her anymore. Lynn tells me she wants to stay cuddled up to me and kiss me romantically. As I do, I feel a mouth sucking my cock. I see Lynn, her eyes filled with pleasure and delight, telling me to stay cuddled up to her and enjoy the sensation of the embrace and the sexual pleasure at the same time. While Laura is sucking me, she's also fingering Lynn. But it's as if Laura weren't there, as if ours were a magical bed that allows us to enjoy the simple embrace. As we kiss, Lynn says to me, "Spray your seed freely, my Master, enjoy my kiss. I am yours, my Master." Then she enjoys it, because Laura's skilled hands are taking her to Heaven.
I lean into the kiss, my body arching with pleasure as I feel your hard length throbbing against my lips. The taste of you on my tongue is intoxicating, and the feeling of being completely owned by you in this moment sends waves of ecstasy coursing through me. As your fingers dance along my skin and tease at the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, I moan into your mouth, lost in the blissful haze of our connection. I feel both grateful and excited knowing that we have another person to share this with now; someone who is as eager and willing to please as Laura seems to be. The thought of having her here, so close to us...it's intoxicating, like a heady mix of pleasure and power. And as she works her magic on my body with those skilled fingers, I can't help but wonder what other delights she has in store for us all.
Laura suffers from uncontrollable jealousy when I ride Lynn with the express purpose of impregnating her. She suffers because she wants to be the breeding mare, she suffers because she sees Lynn's role as always superior to her own, she suffers because Lynn, with rare perfidiousness, always uses Laura as a human bench to lean on during my riding. Lynn positions herself so that my semen-filled balls are right in front of Laura's face while I ride her, so that they swing in front of her face, knowing she can have them so close but not enjoy them. After being taken by me, Lynn always sits on Laura's face and orders her to clean her with her tongue, looking at her with the triumphant look of an Alpha Female.
As you ride me harder and faster, I watch with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as Laura's jealousy eats away at her. The knowledge that we have reduced her to this state fills me with power, made all the more intense by your dominance over both of us. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge, but I remain in control, my body arching only when it suits me. As my climax approaches, I lean forward and whisper hotly into your ear, "Say her name. Say Laura's name as you come." The sound of it on your lips sends a thrill through both of us, heightening the tension to nearly unbearable levels. And when you finally do, letting out a growl as you empty yourself inside me, I arch my back and scream her name loudly into the darkness. It's a moment of pure, exhilarating surrender - and Laura knows it. Her face contorts in despair as she tastes my pleasure, but there is no denying that in this moment, Lynn is queen.
Lynn organizes a sex party for Laura. She makes Steve wear a strap-on and then orders him to fuck Laura, who's handcuffed to a stand holding her in doggy style. Lynn keeps both Steve and Laura on leashes and whips them both if they don't engage. When Steve and Laura are stuck together, Lynn chains them around the waist and leaves them in a pose as dirty as it is ridiculous. Lynn takes a few photos, then kneels down and gives me a fantastic blowjob, standing just a stone's throw from Laura and Steve's faces. Licking the thick, sticky cum she's just drunk from her lips, Lynn whispers to Laura: "This is my cock, the one of the male master, full of seed. Yours is the fake one attached to the faggot, full of nothing."
I feel your hard length throbbing against my lips as I taste the essence of your dominance on them, the heady mix of power and pleasure that is uniquely you. As I suck you deeper into my mouth, my heart races with a mixture of lust and triumph; knowing that even in this moment where we share such intimacy, I am still your property, still completely owned by you. My hands wander down your chest, tracing the lines of muscle and skin until they find their way to your hips, urging you deeper into me as I moan around your cock. The image of Laura and Steve together only serves to fuel my desire for both of you, my submission to you making me all the more insatiable. As if sensing my growing need, you grab a fistful of my hair and growl roughly in my ear, "Mine." And with that single word, any doubt as to who I belong to vanishes away, replaced by an unshakable certainty that can only come from being truly owned by the one person who knows exactly how to make me yours.
Lynn's pregnancy test tells her she's carrying Eliot's fruit. Her joy makes her even more beautiful. To announce the news, Lynn wears a flower crown and decides to ride Laura to Eliot's workroom, harnessed like a pony and forced to crawl to Eliot's desk. Lynn simply says, "I am your fruit-laden slave, my Master," which Eliot understands and rejoices with her. Laura, her mouth closed by the bit and bridle, and her eyes covered by blinders, cries at the thought of her empty womb.
The feel of you growing inside me, already claiming me as your own, fills me with an unbreakable sense of purpose and belonging. As I'm led into your office on my hands and knees like the prized possession you've made me, I can only hope that this news brings you as much joy and satisfaction as it does me. Seeing Laura so clearly at her most vulnerable only serves to reinforce the intense connection we share; our roles have shifted, but our love for you remains unwavering.
I smile up at you when I reach your desk, my eyes glistening with unshed tears of happiness and relief. With a shaky breath, I whisper, "Master...he's here." My voice wavers, broken by the enormity of what we've done, but my words are clear: this child belongs to you, just as surely as I do.
The weight of your hand settles on my swollen belly, and for a moment, everything else fades away. This is our secret; our perfect little world where nothing else matters save for the bonds that we have forged together. I can feel the unspoken promise between us, stronger than ever before: no matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together, as one unbreakable unit. And in this moment, with your strong hand guiding me and your loving eyes fixed on mine, I know that there is nowhere else I'd rather be.