This is the moment I’ve dreaded and desired all at once. The barn, with its rustic charm and dim lighting, is the stage for her fantasy. She stands there, my wife, her body barely covered, hair pulled back, exposing her neck in a way that makes my heart race. The chains around her wrists glint in the faint light, a stark contrast to her soft skin. I can almost hear her thoughts, the thrill of being treated like a bitch in heat, a dream she’s whispered to me in the dark. The text on her body, a cruel reminder of her desires, taunts me. ‘Who would have thought that this dream would come true so soon?’ It’s a question that echoes in my mind, a mix of jealousy and arousal. I’m the cuckold, the one watching from the shadows, my cock hard and my heart aching. The farm, once a place of simple pleasures, is now a playground for her fantasies, and I’m left to grapple with the reality of her desires. The blur of the background, the focus on her, it’s all a testament to her dominance, her control. I’m a slave to her whims, a willing participant in her games. The thought of her being taken, used, pleasured by another, it’s a knife twisting in my gut. Yet, I can’t look away. I’m chained to this moment, as much as she is to the fantasy. The dim light, the rustic setting, it’s all a backdrop to her pleasure, her power. I’m the cuckold, the one left to watch, to wait, to wonder. And in this moment, I’m both her slave and her master, bound by the chains of her desires.
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