Is This How He Wants Me to See Him?

The lighting in the room is soft, casting a gentle glow over the scene. It’s a bedroom, I can tell by the geometric-patterned blanket on the bed. The natural light filters in, illuminating the details that make my stomach churn. There he is, lying on the mattress, his lower abdomen and erect penis on full display. A skin-colored ring is wrapped around his cock, a constrictor or cock ring, I’m not sure which. His hand grips the base of his penis, holding it firmly. The sight of it, the way he’s positioned, it’s like he’s putting on a show. For who? For me? Or for someone else? The thought makes my blood boil.

Her Instructions, My Humiliation

I remember her words, her instructions. ‘Make sure he’s ready for me,’ she said with a smirk. ‘I want him hard and waiting.’ And here he is, following her orders to the letter. The bedroom, the lighting, the way he’s laid out like a sacrifice—it’s all part of her plan. She’s the one pulling the strings, and he’s just a puppet. The sight of him, so compliant, so eager to please, it’s a knife in my gut. But I can’t look away. I’m drawn to this spectacle, this humiliation. It’s like she’s taunting me, daring me to react. But I won’t. I can’t. I’m just a cuckold, watching from the shadows, wondering if this is how he wants me to see him. The clothing hanging in the background, the doorway leading to another room—it’s all part of the setup. She’s thought of everything. The natural light, the clear view of his erection, the way his hand holds it—it’s all for her. For her pleasure, her satisfaction. And I’m left here, watching, wondering if this is what he truly desires. Is this the role he wants to play? Is this how he wants me to see him? The questions swirl in my mind, a whirlwind of doubt and humiliation. But I know one thing for sure: this is her game, and we’re all just playing our parts.