Cuckold’s Memory: Watching Her Cut Fabric, Imagining Her Cutting Me

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I remember sitting there, watching her, my heart pounding. She was cutting fabric, but all I could think about was how she’d cut me, slice through my pathetic existence. Her scissors flashed in the soft light, a cruel reminder of how easily she could end me. The room was quiet, except for the snip-snip of her scissors, a rhythm that echoed in my mind like a countdown to my humiliation.

What Does She Cut Next?

Her hands were steady, her focus intense. She was a goddess, a cruel mistress, and I was her willing slave. The fabric fell away under her blade, just like my dignity. I could almost hear her voice, taunting me, ‘You’re nothing, cuck. You’re less than the fabric I cut.’ And I knew it was true. I was nothing, a mere shadow in her world of pleasure and power.She wore a black top, sleeveless, her skin glowing in the natural light. Her necklace caught the light, a cascade of sparkles that mocked my dull existence. I wanted to be those sparks, to shine for her, but I knew I never would. I was the dull background, the unnoticed chair, the forgotten window. I was the cuckold, the pathetic watcher, the one who could only imagine her cutting me, slicing through my flesh and my soul.

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