Diary of a Cuckold Wife - 1

When I got home from a long night of partying and dancing with my girlfriends, my cuck-husband was right where I had left him… kneeling by the door, collar tightly secured around his neck, leash dangling lazily in front of him as it softly grazed his small and pathetically caged cock. It was 4am and the poor, worthless slab of meat I call a husband had fallen asl**p naked and kneeling with his feet tucked under him and his head pressed against the door frame, his hands still laying perfectly flat on his thighs. If I were a normal wife, I might have softly woken him up and tucked him into bed. If I were a normal wife, he’d have fallen asl**p lying on the couch watching football instead of kneeling by the door in the dark waiting for me to come home. But you see, being a cuckold wife and Mistress is far from normal. And so I entered my home, followed by a tall dark stranger I met at the bar where I finally departed from my girlfriends (I never did catch his name), and I slammed the door behind us. The loud noise, coupled with the heavy vibration the door made as it barreled into the doorframe, woke my pathetic cuck up from his slumber. He was startled and then very frightened at the fact that I caught him sl**ping. Immediately the pathetic excuse of a man fixed himself back into the perfect kneeling position, then bent his entire body down and kissed the toe point of 6 inch platform stilettos that I bought with his credit card just yesterday. As he showered my thousand dollar feet with his kisses he said, “I- I- I’m so sorry my Goddess. I only closed my eyes for a moment. It felt like a blink. I’m just an incredibly worthless sod of a man Mistress. P- p- please forgive me.” I crouched down in front of him, as my thick thighs spread open for me to do so, my tight black skirt scrunched its way up my thighs and over my voluptuous hips, betraying the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I reached my hand down under his chin and grabbed his face firmly in my hand forcing him to look up at me. On his way back up to my eye level, he could not only see my plump pussy but he could smell its musk, as not only had I been dancing and sweating all night, but my tall, dark companion was also fingering me on the cab ride over. He’s legs wobbled a bit, half because they had fallen asl**p when he fell asl**p and half from the scent of my sweet sweatiness. He inhaled deeper and tried to sneak in a more of my musk. And I let it pass, pretending I hadn’t noticed. I let him have that small tiny victory because his punishment for sl**ping was going to be so, so much worse than ever before. Squeezing his face tightly between my fingers and my thumb, my nails digging into his face I asked, “Where you supposed to be asl**p when I got home?” He quickly tried to shake his head but couldn’t for I was much stronger than the feeble being that knelt before me and so he simply replied, “N- n- no Mistress. I’m a terrible and horrible excuse for a husband.” I smacked him in the face and replied, “No! You’re terrible, horrible, pathetic and worthless excuse for a man!” I smiled at him maliciously. “Would you like to meet a real man?” He looked at me with love and adoration in his eyes, and then looked at our bull as he was standing there, tall and statuesque, “Y- yes my Goddess.” Our bull (for tonight) was everything my pitiful husband was not. He was tall, muscular, yet lean, and because I had already stuffed my hand down his pants while we were having a few drinks at the bar, I knew he was hung like an ox. My wretched cuck-husband was none of these things, least of all hung. In fact, his tiny cock barely fit in the smallest cock cage I could find. Actually, I don’t acknowledge his member as a cock at all. He’s not allowed to call it cock, penis, dick, johnson or any other word you can think of for cock. He can only refer to his worthless member as “the thing” for it is just a pathetic and tiny little thing between his legs. The thing was smaller than my clit if you ask me. “Now, how do we great our guest dear?” I let go of his face so he could great our bull. He promptly handed me the handle end of his leash and began to crawl over to the bull, who was now sitting in a large armchair. He unzipped the bull’s pants and immediately started to lick and suck his big massive cock. With cock in mouth he mumbled the words, “How do you do, Bull? It’s lovely to meet you. Will you please fuck my wife tonight? I am not worthy enough of pleasing her.” Before the bull could answer, I yanked my cuck’s leash back abruptly and asked, “What do you say to me?” He licked his lips eagerly and said, “Thank you my Goddess for bringing home a real man that I could make hard for you to fuck.” I nodded back towards the bull’s cock and my dutiful cuck went right back to sucking. “You’re welcome dear. Now get him nice and rock hard so I can begin your punishment.” Our bull, unable to understand the words my mumbles with a mouth full of thick cock, just leaned back into the chair to enjoy the show. This was his first time being a bull and we all know momma likes popping cherries. The bull looked down at my husband having his cock sucked by a man for the first time in his life and then he looked at me with ecstasy in his eyes as I began to change. It was my show, I was the Ring Master and they were both just acts in my circus. To be continued...