The sensation of her hand on my thigh, firm and commanding, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m seated on the carpet, pants halfway down, exposed and vulnerable. She’s kneeling beside me, her bikini top barely containing her curves, a smirk playing on her lips. The room is filled with a mix of anticipation and humiliation, the kind that makes my heart race and my mind spin. Her words echo in my head, ‘Don’t be shy babe, he’s cool with it.’ And I know she’s right, I’m cool with it, I’m more than cool with it. I’m fucking thrilled by it.
Teaching the Cuckold His Place
She leans in, her breath hot on my ear, whispering, ‘Oh no. I’m not letting you back out again.’ Her voice is a mix of seduction and dominance, a tone that makes my cock twitch despite the humiliation. I can feel her fingers tracing patterns on my skin, teasing, taunting. ‘Come on, get down here with me, I’ll show you what to do,’ she says, her voice dripping with promise and threat. I know what she wants, what she needs, and I’m here to give it to her. Her hand moves lower, her touch electric, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan. She’s in control, and I’m her willing puppet. The room is a blur of sensation and sound, her voice guiding me, her touch commanding. I’m lost in the moment, lost in her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is my place, my role, and I embrace it fully. Her laughter, her moans, her commands—it’s all music to my ears, a symphony of submission and desire. I’m her cuckold, her plaything, and I’m fucking loving every second of it.

