New Life

New Life


When I was a teenager, Kevin was the bully on my block. I was always afraid to fight, and Kevin sensed this and bossed me around mercilessly. We were the same age, and even though I was over six feet tall I was skinny while Kevin was short but muscular.

"Hey dickface, get over here now!" Kevin yelled when he saw me one day, and I was filled with fear as I hustled over to where he stood obediently. I cringed when I saw Susan, the prettiest girl in the neighborhood, standing nearby with a couple of her girl friends.

I knew I had to stand up for myself but when I protested and meekly told Kevin not to call me names I saw his face flush red with anger, enraged at my feeble resistance. Reaching up to grab the front of my shirt in his fist, he pulled down hard ******* me onto my knees in front of him.

"What was that, dickface?" Kevin asked angrily as his other hand grabbed my hair and ****** my face into the front of his faded blue jeans. I cried out in pain as he tightened his fist holding my hair, but my moans were muffled as Kevin mashed my face into his crotch.

My shame increased as I heard Susan and her friends snicker, and Kevin gloried in his domination of me as he realized he had an audience. "Speak up dickface, I can't hear you!" Kevin yelled as he let out a cruel laugh, ******* my face against the front of his jeans so my cries continued to be muffled.

With both of his fists clenched in my hair as I remained on my knees in front of him, I felt helpless to resist as I heard Kevin ask Susan and her friends if they thought the name dickface was appropriate for me. My shame was huge as I heard the girls giggle, and Kevin reveled in his cruel domination of me.

"Or maybe buttface is better?" Kevin queried as his strong grip pulled my face away from his crotch. Turning around and thrusting his ass in my face, I heard more laughter and girlish giggles as Kevins'strong hands ****** my face deep into the crack of his ass through his faded jeans.

I was openly crying by then, tears of shame and real pain as Kevin sadistically maintained his mean grip on my hair, and when Susan told Kevin to leave me alone and he finally did I ran home crying in ********.

From that day on I was terrified of Kevin, and he knew it and would look for any excuse to beat me up. When my parents decided to move to a different neighborhood for my ********** business opportunity, I was glad to leave for what I felt would be a fresh start in a different school.

When I graduated college with my degree in business administration my ****** brought me into his business, and I soon had the company prospering. We sold the business and I invested my share, giving me a comfortable income that allowed me to retire at age forty.

Despite my financial success, I was still shy and awkward around women without many friends, and when my parents were both killed in an automobile accident I realized I had to do something to get out of my isolation. Complicating things was my sexual desire to be submissive, and my shame that kept me from talking about that with anyone, especially women I found attractive.

Although not religious, I always believed in some sort of greater ***** or higher power, and began praying for spiritual guidance and direction in my continuing life's journey. I believe all my prayers are heard and answered, but not always the way I would like them to be. I realize now my mistake was praying for my own selfish and self-centered desires, namely to meet a beautiful woman who would understand and ideally accept and even embrace my desire to be dominated and degraded.

I searched for some magical quality in others to make me feel complete. Other people were idealized and endowed with a powerful symbolism in my imagination, yet this desire would paradoxically go away as we became intimate. It was as if I embodied Groucho Marx's sarcastic quote: "I wouldn't want to be a member of any club that would have me as a member."

I moved to a small southern city in an American state over a thousand miles from where I grew up, eager to enjoy the warmer weather and leave my painful past behind, but my lustful desires to be enslaved and serve a beautiful goddess only intensified in my self-imposed emotional isolation.

I had to have surgery that left me healthy but no longer able to become physically aroused and achieve an erection, although my carnal cravings remained, and my despair only deepened. I was feeling sorry for myself while sitting in a diner waiting for attention from the waitress to order breakfast one morning, admiring her ass in the sexy tight denim shorts she wore, when she turned towards me as she got closer and I was shocked to realize it was Susan!

Flattered that she recognized me and seemed genuinely happy to see me, we got into a wonderful conversation. When she had to get back to her job I asked her out and was thrilled when she enthusiastically agreed!

Over dinner that evening Susan said she had always admired my intelligence and sensitive nature, but confided in me her inexplicable attraction for guys who were just the opposite. Encouraged by her honesty, I revealed to Susan my own desires that seemed to mirror and compliment hers, and we each talked enthusiastically about possibly finding a perfect partner to satisfy and satiate our secret sexual strivings.

It was hard to believe a woman as attractive as Susan would have a problem finding guys to date, but I soon realized the fantasies that fueled her sexually kept her from forming the true life connection with a guy just as my desires to be treated as an inferior sabotaged my search for my ideal partner in a mutually meaningful marriage.

When Susan confided her secret shame to me, that she got incredibly aroused watching her boyfriends beat up other, weaker guys, I swallowed my pride and admitted that being dominated and cuckolded in front of a superior female was one of my biggest turn-ons.

As we continued to date and became physically intimate I sadly confessed my inability to perform sexually, and was relieved when Susan dismissed it as unimportant. My marriage proposal was accepted, and I felt like the luckiest man alive!

It was as we approached our first anniversary that I began to sense some unspoken tension in our relationship, and when I sat with Susan one Saturday and spoke of how much I treasured our mutual trust she said she had something to confess.

"Timothy, despite my love and caring feelings for you, I need to be fucked! There, I said it, and I'm sorry if it upsets you but I need more than your tongue between my legs." I opened my mouth to speak but Susan silenced me with a sneer, and snorted distainfully when she saw the tears in my eyes. "I hate to say it Tim, but at times like this your docile, decent nature disgusts me."

Falling to my knees before her, I begged for the chance to do anything I could to save our marriage. When I saw Sue slowly smile I suddenly had hope of rescuing our relationship, and when she went on to say I was to remain silent until she finished explaining her thoughts on the only thing that could rescue our relationship I quickly got quiet.

Simply stated, Susan said she realized she needed a powerful pounding of her pussy by a macho man, and when I pleaded with her that I could develop a more assertive attitude she sneered as she looked down at me still on my knees before her. "Ha! Timid Timmy, you're the kind of guy that gets beat up by the type of tough guy that I need," Susan stated, and she went on to say that just talking about it was turning her on more than I ever did in bed.

I had to admit she was right, and Susan went on to say that the only way our marriage could survive would be if she dated other men, "real men", to satiate her sexual desires. Desperate to save our marriage, I proudly proclaimed my willingness to allow that and was shocked to see Susan snort as she stared down at me disdainfully. This was a new Susan to me as she confidently went on to explain her vision of how our marriage would change, and that SHE would be the only one "allowing" things.

That was a turning point in our relationship, and my status was quickly reduced to virtually a slave while Susan blossomed with her increased confidence and superior stance. I have to admit I felt sexually turned on by the situation, and when Susan didn't find any men she felt safe and comfortable enough with to date (let alone have sex with) I had hope she would abandon her search.

I was walking down the street five steps behind Susan as per her decree, loaded down with bags from her shopping, when suddenly I heard her squeal with delight. "Kevin, is that you?" she exclaimed, and as I watched Sue run up to a big brute of a man whose arms enveloped my wife in a big hug, my heart sank. It was Kevin, the bully who had tormented my teen years, and as they engaged in an animated conversation I obediently stayed five paces behind and dreaded this new development.

Great start, I can't wait to read about how the cuck gets properly humbled by his mistress 🥰

This is simular to my story,except in the world I was allways alpha,but my D-ad who was a preacher whipped my ass and back and legs regular,I was rebellious and stubborn and took it like I thought it was tough and yeah I showed you,but it actually developed a need for it,specifficaly from him,and he ended up seducing and fucking my wife.

Kevin and my wife Susan had an animated conversation while I stood there obediently five paces behind them, and eventually Kevin noticed me and I saw his smile get even bigger. "Whoa, I don't believe it, you got dickface carrying your bags?" Kevin cried out when he recognized me, and I cringed inside as he laughed while Susan snickered as she looked back at me.

She summarized our situation to Kevin, and I watched helplessly his arrogant attitude I remembered so well from years before as they made plans to meet for dinner later at an expensive restaurant. "You hear that, timid Timmy, make the reservations for seven for the three of us" Sue said, and when Kevin rudely replied he'd prefer if it was just the two of them she chuckled and commented she had no secrets from "the wimp", as she referred to me distainfully.
"Besides," Susan continued, "we can use dickface to pay the bill and anything else we want!" while my shame soared as she used the insulting slur that Kevin had saddled me with so long ago.

Dinner was a disaster for me, as Susan seemed to have found further flames of superiority within her as she increasingly flaunted her control over me. She invited Kevin back to our home, and after ordering dinner they snuggled in the secluded booth while I sat opposite them feeling awkward. I was told to only order a salad, and the leftovers from both their big dinners was placed in a "doggie bag" for us by the waitress.

I chauffeured them to our place after paying the bill, and I almost had an accident watching them make out stretched out on the back seat in the rear view mirror. When we finally got home Sue had me get ****** for Kevin and her, and though my stomach was growling with hunger pangs I was afraid to say anything as I placed the bag with their leftovers on the kitchen counter.

Susan had already explained to Kevin our sexual situation, and he chuckled confidently as he assured Sue her days of deprivation were over. Her eyes danced with delight as Kevin lifted Susan up in his arms effortlessly, and as they headed for our bedroom she giggled as she glanced back at me. "Wait out here on your knees, wimpy, while I get some overdue sexual satisfaction from a REAL man!" she declared, and then added "an'you can think of how you're gonna show your appreciation to Kevin for saving our marriage while we're 'busy', hee hee hee!"

I felt tormented by my twin desires, to somehow save our marriage and concurrently savagely smash the brutish bully who was powerfully pleasuring my wife. Obediently kneeling outside the bedroom door as instructed, I reflected on the reality of the situation. The truth is I knew if I tried to fight Kevin I'd get my head handed to me with a terrible thrashing, and I also knew Sue wasn't comfortable getting intimate with a guy she didn't know, and this sexual solution with Kevin was probably the only hope of saving our marriage.

My knees were aching when I finally heard my beloved's voice call out telling me to make a pot of coffee, and moments later Kevin came out of the bedroom. His thick glistening cock hung down between his naked thighs and made my five inches seem puny. Striding into the bathroom like he owned the place, Kevin snatched a hand towel from the rack and wiped his crotch area before tossing it in my face.

When I brought them their coffees and a plate of assorted pastries on a serving tray, I had to admit Susan seemed to glow with a sweet, satisfied smile. As she and Kevin reclined leisurely on the bed, Sue stated plainly that I should be grateful to Kevin for saving our marriage. Overjoyed that our marriage was safe, I swallowed what was left of my pride and dropped to my knees before thanking him sincerely.

"Haw haw haw, it's my pleasure, you fuckin' wimp!" Kevin called out happily, before he turned to embrace Susan once more. I watched in wonder as his penis swelled in size, and gazed in grudging admiration as Kevin mounted my wife once again. Alternating waves of jealousy and gratitude engulfed me as his humping hips once again pleasured my partner in ways I knew I never could.

oh yes, a new life. I hope for more of that damn hot story. thank you
Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Great story so far.

Great story!

Excellent start to this story! Well done.

what a great story

Willing to accept my subordinate status in relation to my wife Susan, I was equally ********* to serve and cater to my old "friend" Kevin. I had to acknowledge his presence did save our marriage, and when he was not present Susan assured me that she still loved me, but I felt my acceptance of our "new life" hard. Susan reminded me that I had confided in her my shameful subservient fantasies of being submissive and a slave, and she giggled as she said this new life with Kevin as her bull is something we both could enjoy and should accept.

And I have gradually realized that acceptance is the answer to all of my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation, some fact of my life, unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it's supposed to be at this moment. I do believe that nothing, absolutely nothing happens in this world by mistake.

With this realization I grudgingly accepted that Kevin sexually satisfied my wife Susan in ways I simply couldn't, and that acceptance allowed me to endure the emasculation I experienced whenever Kevin was "invited over". But then things started to get worse.

I could sense that Susan was gradually losing more and more respect for me, and Kevin seemed to relish the opportunity to degrade me whenever he could. When I recently dared to complain, I regretted it instantly as Susan angrily ordered me to get down on my knees.

"Why you ungrateful sack of ****! You should be kissing Kevin's feet in gratitude for satisfying your wife sexually in ways you can't, and never could!" Susan snarled as she stood over me, and I was silently grateful when he said he didn't want any of my "slave saliva" on his shoes. "You are so right babe," Sue said to him with a snicker, "but how 'bout you allow scumbag here the privilege of worshiping the ground you've walked on by lickin' your soles clean?"

I tried to hide my look of alarm, but Kevin noticed my reaction and a smug smile spread across his face. "I am feelin' kinda generous, ha ha ha" he said, and then remarked that he thought he even might have stepped in some dog **** earlier, as he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"You heard your master," Susan said with a smile, "...and dog **** or no dog ****, if my man's soles aren't spotless you WILL be sorry!" she went on to exclaim. I felt utterly defeated and knew any protests by me would only make things worse as I crawled over to kneel in front of Kevin's shoes he had tilted back on his heels.

"Get to work loser" he said as he pointed to his displayed soles, and I tentatively touched my tongue to one sole as I prayed his comment about stepping in dog **** wasn't serious. "My gawd Kev, you are so macho, especially compared to this sad excuse for a man I married" Susan said as she sat down next to Kevin and they began to kiss passionately.

I contemplated my craven cowardice as I obediently continued to clean Kevin's shoe sole with my tongue, and cringed hearing Sue say what a turn-on his dominance over me was for her. Even as I continued my demeaning duty, I silently felt myself getting physically aroused as my mind reflected on the reality of my subservient status.

I suddenly felt so right and in my proper position relative to my superiors as I diligently devoured the dirt from Kevin's sole, truly grateful for the privilege of performing the degrading duty, and my lustful desire for Susan was driven to new heights as I glanced up at their passionate petting.

Digging my tongue into the crevice between his heel and sole, I dislodged a piece of what I thought was dirt, but the strong bitter taste suddenly had me speculate it might actually be some dog ****...and the foul fragrance confirmed it!

"Gaack! I gasped in disgust as I spit out the foul ***** matter, but Susan suddenly stood up and stepped over to where I was writhing on the floor with dry heaves. Stepping down heavily on my neck with her sandal sole, Sue said I should be grateful to Kevin for even the degrading duty I was being allowed to perform instead of demonstrating the disrespect I was showing. "You gonna let him dis' you like that babe? If I was you I'd kick his fuckin' ass!" Susan said to Kevin, and as Kevin stood up I remembered how turned on Susan said she felt when she watched wimps get beat up.

Thank you again for the new chapter of new life. I hope it continues
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

your comments keep me writing - new chapter soon...

Great work, please keep going, I want to read more about about a cuckold being broken slowly and painfully 😈

Great writing style and story line. Bravo!

Yikes! This is an instant classic. Wonderful. The writing reminds me of my old, late friend Whitedog. This one goes right into my "best stories" folder! I can't wait for the next installment.

c.w.

"Nuh, no...please!" I begged with my outstretched arms waving impotently in Kevin's direction as he stood up and strode towards me with a sadistic smile while Sue stepped back. Grabbing my fingers and bending them backwards, I was quickly convulsed with pain as I writhed on the floor beneath him, and through my pitiful pleading for mercy I heard Susan snicker as she saw my submissive squirming.

Trying to focus on the pleasure she was getting from watching me get ******** beaten, I struggled to survive the thrashing that seemed to go on forever. Finally finished man-handling me, Kevin left me a crumpled mess on the floor as he confidently came back to where Sue was standing.

Being ******** beaten by Kevin for my most minute misstep as he happily assumed the role of Susan's bull became my regular regimen, as I tried to at least take some small satisfaction in seeing how aroused she became and did my best to disregard my pain and suffering in service to her passionate pleasure.

Despite the demoralization of being bullied by Kevin, the sickest shame I felt came from my pulsing prick protruding my crotch out obscenely as my lifelong longing for ********** and subservience were playing out in real life. Overcome with passion, I squirmed with spasms of sexual pleasure as I looked up at Susan's sexy stance over my prostrate form beneath her on the floor, and I tried unsuccessfully to hide my aroused state from them. Too late, I saw Susan's eyes widen as she smiled down at the sight of my pulsating prick imprisoned within my pants crotch.

I hunched my hips to hide my arousal, even as my shame soared when I saw how turned on Susan was getting from watching my beating. I was secretly relieved that Kevin didn't notice my erection when he finally stopped smacking me around and ordered a cold beer for himself.

"How 'bout it Sue, want the wimp to get you something to ***** so at least he serves some useful purpose?" Kevin said with a smirk as he stood over me. She laughed loudly as she saw me attempt to get up, only to be pinned to the floor as his sneaker sole stepped down heavily on the side of my head...ungh! "Stay, slave, you haven't heard all your orders yet!" he commanded, and although shocked to hear the term slave, I timidly thought the subservient sentiment was actually appropriate as I obediently lay beneath his heavy torturing tread while Sue casually considered her ***** options.

She finally ordered some wine, and I hustled into the kitchen to comply with their commands as I rubbed my bruised body gingerly. I had purchased some expensive wine to celebrate our one year anniversary, and now instead I was submissively serving it to Susan and her bull. By the time I returned with their *****s Kevin and my wife were once again kissing passionately, and I stayed silent as I dropped to my knees before them. Jealous of Kevin's privileged position and the passion he shared with my wife, I feared his rancorous rebuke if I dared to disturb their amorous embrace.

The discomfort from my sore knees slowly slipped away as I dreamily drifted into sub-space mentally seeing their total disregard for my welfare, and I felt my growing arousal as I had a front-row seat to watch their ferocious fucking. When they finally finished, Kevin casually kicked me hard in the face and sent me flying backwards as Susan snickered with sadistic delight.

"My gawd, what a macho man you are, lover-boy!" Sue said to Kevin with a smile as she hugged his hairy chest, and I could see him puff up with pride. Then turning to me, she snarled out orders to clean the place up as she lay back on the couch with her legs splayed open. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air as her brawny bull hopped in the shower, and Susan stopped me as I started to pick up the serving tray. "Get over here, douche-bag" she called out as she beckoned me over to her.

As I approached Susan on my knees I shivered in dreaded disgust seeing the slimy sexual secretions covering her cunt, and my worst fears were well-founded hearing her cruel command to "do your duty, douch-bag, hee hee hee!" as she pointed down at her creamy crotch. When I hesitated momentarily, Sue slapped the side of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair as she slammed my face into her cunt.

Swallowing my pride (and their combined cum), I dutifully dug in and devoured Susan's well-coated cunt, finally finishing after sucking out all the secretions that I knew contained his cum as well as hers. Using my hair once again as her handle, she lifted my face up and commented her cunt was cleaned properly. I hoped for some small compliment in recognition of my devoted duty, but only got Susan's spit in my face as she got up to shower and mocked my misery.
"Listen up, timid Timmy, me and my bull are going out to eat on your dime, so cough up your credit card...chump!" she declared, adding that if they were feeling generous they might bring me back a doggie bag. I dutifully deposited my Visa card in her hand, regretting now my insistence when we got married that we keep our finances separate.

As I cleaned our home and reflected on how my life has changed, I knew I was powerless to change some things but not completely helpless. As much as I longed to be Susan's devoted and loving husband, there was no way I could be her bull. While I truly worshiped Susan and saw her as my goddess, I was not "bull material" and never would be mentally or physically. My love for Susan was deep and pure, and my recognition of my very real limitations had me accept and even embrace her need for a real man like Kevin to satisfy her in all respects.

Although she said she still loved me, I could sense Susan gradually losing all respect for me.When she confronted me one day and asked how I was handling the fact that since Kevin assumed the role of her bull I was no longer having sex with her, I confessed that I masturbated every chance I got, and that was the end of that!

Uh-oh. I sense a chastity cage mandate coming!!

Wonderful work. Thanks for posting.

c.w.

Kevin sounds like a great guy your lucky to have him for a friend!

I love your story so much
Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Susan could be sweet and very sexy sometimes, and as she sat me down and said we needed to talk I gasped when she cuddled on my lap and snuggled with her head on my shoulder. Although admitting that the willingness to have my monthly checks deposited directly into her bank account and only be allowed a small allowance pleased her, Susan stated that my masturbation was troubling. I was quick to assure her that my only fantasies were of her, but she said she thought my jerking off was becoming a real addiction!

When I agreed that my self-pleasuring was a sorry substitute for sex with her, Sue smiled and said that she would be willing to satisfy my sexual desires with a hand-job occasionally if I was able to abstain from my private self-pleasuring. Hearing sweet Susan's subtle suggestion had me instantly eager for the possibility of renewed passion with her once again as my life-partner, and despite her continued sexual connection with Kevin as her bull I was quick to commit to complete and total sexual abstinence if we could resume even just the mutual masturbation we used to enjoy so much in the past.

There was nothing I wasn't willing to agree to for the chance of renewed intimacy in our marriage, and when Susan said she doubted I would be able to keep to my commitment of total abstinence it was I who suggested my wearing an ******** chastity device to insure my compliance.

Once I purchased and was wearing the ******** chastity belt that Susan somehow knew enough about to specify, her attitude went from caring to cruel. She giggled when Kevin came over and she ordered me to drop my pants, and he laughed out loud as he pointed at my confined crotch. "Haw haw haw," Kevin chuckled, "I don't believe you babe, you actually got the sorry sap's miniscule little meat locked up just like you said you would."

Susan smiled as she saw the sorry sight of my confined crotch displayed for Kevin's delight, and after enjoying his amorous embrace she ordered me to take his coat. "...and don't forget to show respect to your superiors, slave" she added, and I abjectly lowered my eyes to signify my servile status as I timidly took his jacket. Now they are both referring to me as their slave, I thought, and I had to admit it was not only appropriate but secretly arousing as well!

Later that evening Susan said her feet were sore from standing in her new high-heeled sandals, and I was quick to offer a massage. She accepted happily, and I felt waves of arousal as my confined cock filled the small chastity cage. I silently speculated Susan might allow our mutual erotic pleasures when we went to bed later that evening as thanks for my devoted foot massage, but then suddenly Kevin sat down beside her.

Sue said she really loved the way I massaged her feet, and suggested Kevin have me give him one as well, but he simply snorted in disgust. "No way am I letting this douche-bag touch any part of me, except for maybe my fist touchin' his face, heh heh heh" he said. "Hold off honey, don't kick his ass yet, let him finish massaging my feet first..." Sue said to Kevin, but as he stood up he grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted his wrist - yeoch!!!!!!!!!

Explaining to Susan that he had to leave soon for an early business appointment the next morning, Kevin said she could always get foot massages "from mousey here," but if she wanted another powerful pounding from "big Ben" (as he pointed down at his potent prick) it had to be now. Hearing this, Sue jumped up and started pulling Kevin towards the bedroom.

Kevin chuckled as he started following her, when suddenly Susan stopped and looked back at him. "Wait," she said, and then proceeded to confide in Kevin that I had intentionally hurt her foot when I was massaging it earlier. "I think he's jealous of you, Kev, and that was his way of getting even with you" she explained, and I could see the rage growing in his face as Kevin strode over to where I was.

I knew I had done nothing to hurt Susan's feet, and understood her intentional manipulation of the truth was meant to manufacture the justification necessary in Kevin for his mean man-handling of me. "Nu...no, I didn't, please, no...whap! wham! Smack!" My cries were cut off as Kevin bitch-slapped me back and forth, and Susan called out to Kevin that he not mark up my face too bad - "we don't need any nosy neighbors askin' questions, y'know?"

"You calling my woman a liar?" Kevin said with a snarl, looking me in the eye as if daring me to challenge him. I knew nothing I could say would save me from another ****** beating, and when it was finally over I took some small solace in the sexual satisfaction I saw in Susan's eyes as she witnessed my wanton walloping by her bull.

My savings were steadily diminishing as Susan continued to keep all but a meager amount of my monthly income, while also asking for my credit card often to fund financing Kevin's assorted creature comforts. "You should be more grateful," Susan said when I complained about the cost I paid for both her and her bull Kevin's exclusive membership at the neighborhood fitness center. "As your superiors we need to stay in shape and deserve top-notch treatment, don't you agree douche-bag?" she stated simply. When I considered her reasoning I had to admit she was right.

Susan often sent me on errands to satisfy her assorted daily desires, but then she began also ordering me to chauffeur her and her bull Kevin on their dates to my chagrin. She saw my discomfort and seemed to delight in displaying her increasing indifference to my degradation.

One of her favorite restaurants had outdoor seating in a patio area to accommodate patron's pet dogs, and Susan often had me reserve a table for her and her bull Kevin out there. Seeing a couple they knew Sue invited them to join us at our table, and when her friends commented there were only four chairs she shrugged off their concern. "Timmy here is on a health fast anyway," Susan said with a smile, and I obediently gave up my seat as I tried to ignore my hunger pangs.

My mouth watered as I knelt nearby while I watched them all eat and talk as they all ignored me completely, and when Sue saw my sad expression she said "oh, all right Timmy, here ya go" as she tossed a tidbit from her plate down at me. It landed on the floor but before I could pick it up she snapped "no hands!" and I quickly brought my hands behind my back, dropping down onto my stomach as I slithered over. Using only my mouth to scavenge the tossed tidbit from the floor, I heard Sue's female friend chuckle and comment that she had me well-trained.

I knew Susan had told her friends of the unequal power exchange in our relationship, but this was the first time she'd displayed it in such a public way. I was terribly embarrassed to have my servile status shown, and her friends wondered aloud why I would put up with such treatment. Sue eased back in her chair and explained to the couple"the loser actually believes he's in love with me, ha ha ha!" and they shook their heads in amused amazement.

It felt like a knife stabbed through my heart as I suffered her severe shaming, but then I recalled how we had confided in each other the arousal we both felt at our complimentary compassions for dominance and **********. Looking up at Susan and Kevin as they kissed, I searched for some sign from her of our paired passion when suddenly she smiled down at me and winked. Yes!

Awww...the little wimp got a wink from his mistress! Any little crumb...

Great story. Can't wait for the next installment!!

omg, what an eciting story. I love it. please more
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

As Kevin settled into his role as Susan's bull, I humbly came to honor his status as our real friend and the actual assertive head of our household that he was. Susan, in turn, seemed to savor my deepening degradation the more Kevin kept asserting his awesome superiority over me.

"Hey, don't forget about cleanin'the dirt off the side of my shoe with your slave tongue, if ya want the privilege of providing me with a proper spit-shine, ha ha ha!" Kevin commented as he reclined on our couch. I looked up from my position on the floor below them as I saw Susan's head bobbing up and down beside him and realized she was giving him a blow job.

While I worked on licking the last traces of mud from the sides of my superior's shoes, I allowed myself to muse for a moment what it must feel like to be the real man of our house. It was "hard" for me to imagine myself with that kind of status, quite literally, as I felt my puny penis pushing out the front of my pants.

Simple subservience to my wife and her bull felt so sublime and so right, and I had to also acknowledge at the same time that for some reason it was incredibly arousing! Swallowing the sand that smudged the side of his shoe, I looked up even as I continued my lapping and saw Susan's head begin to piston up and down more rapidly as she continued to suck her bull's cock.

"Oh yeah babe, I'm cumming!" Kevin moaned as he held her head down hard in his lap and pumped out a large load that filled my wife's mouth. Susan suddenly reached down and grabbed a fist-full of my hair she used to bring my face up to hers. Opening my mouth obediently, she pursed her lips so that the large load of my superior's semen slid down from her mouth to mine. "Haw haw haw, that's it, share and share alike, ha ha!" Kevin commented with a cruel chuckle.


My vegan diet and lifestyle always had me shopping for only the best organic, top quality food for myself and Susan, but now I prepared and served premium meals for Susan and her bull Kevin while I waited respectfully on my knees a short distance away for any further opportunities to serve them.

I had never thought of Susan as sadistic, but as Kevin assumed the boss bull status in our home she seemed to savor more and more stomping my self-esteem into complete insignificance. Not content with having me crawl to them with my personalized "timmy's tidbits" bowl humbly held in my mouth to beg for their leftovers, Sue snatched my doggie dish and set it on the floor beneath them. With my hunger helping abandon what was left of my pride, I raised my hands and bent my wrists forward to mimic a dog's begging paws as I whined softly.

"Alright, here ya go timid timmy," Kevin sarcastically said with a superior smile as he used his fork to shovel what was left of supper off their plates and into my dog dish. I tried to suppress a smile as I saw how much food was left on the plates, but before I could get to it Susan snapped out a single word as she pointed down: "heel!" Knowing what was expected of me, I instantly fell face down on the floor and slithered over beside Sue's superior shoes to begin my reverent adoration of them.

I hadn't had a chance to eat all day, and my hunger pangs protested pitifully as I ignored the delicious food in the nearby bowl while continuing my dedicated devotion to Susan's sandals. A conversation commenced above that ignored me completely, and I was soon lost in the sweet smell of her fragrant foot-sweat. Sue got up to get something from the other room, and when she came back to the table she accidentally (?) kicked over my bowl of leftover food. I let out an involuntary groan that I instantly regretted, and she was quick to comment on my reaction.

"Awww, what's the matter timmy, you think you're too good to eat the same food as my REAL man, my superior bull who fucks me and satisfies me in ways that you can't even come CLOSE to, huh?" I cringed and cowered in fear as I sensed Sue was on a roll, and I knew the outcome would not be good for me. Sure enough, she soon had Kevin convinced I had tripped her so I wouldn't have to eat their leftovers.

I readily recognized Kevin as my wife's bull and my superior in every sense of the word, and most definitely sexually, but his ****** beat-downs of me clearly provided added arousal to my marriage partner as well. Outraged that I would feel eating their leftovers was beneath me, Kevin buried his balled fist solidly in my stomach before flipping my bruised and breathless body over his shoulder. I landed with a thud at Susan's feet and looked up at her hoping for some measure of mercy, but instead she seemed to savor the savage stomping her man was meting out to me.

"That's it Kev, kick his arrogant ass, thinking he's better than you," Susan said, then she suddenly stepped down hard on my throat pinning me to the floor beneath her. "Here ya go lover, I'll hold his sorry ass down so you can really kick his butt!" she said with a sadistic smile, and I struggled to breathe as my throat was trampled under Sue's sexy sandal sole while her bull battered my body with his ****** kicks.

I was almost ready to pass out from the pain when Kevin finally finished his punishing kicks and walked over to my wife. Ignoring me completely as she wrapped her arms around him, Sue snuggled in his arms even as she continued to stand with her full weight stepping down on my throat. Breathing was a distant memory as my air was cut off completely by her sandal sole, and my arms flailed helplessly as my vision finally faded to black.

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When I regained consciousness Kevin had left and I heard my wife Susan in a playful mood as she spoke to her friend over her cell-phone. "Yes Sally, my bull just left, and to say that I've been fantastically fucked would be an understatement...hee hee hee!" She went on to praise Kevin's performance, laughing as she mentioned what a magnificent measure of difference it was compared to the feeble fucking she'd had to settle for from me in the past.

"Sure Sally, we're still on for brunch this coming Saturday, and I've already told timid little Timmy we're going shopping on his dime for new bikinis and sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret after, so he better expect his credit card to be maxed out!" I heard Sue say happily. "That's right," she went on sarcastically, "he's my wimpy wallet and servile little slave, why else do you think I keep the loser around for, ha ha ha!"

I felt my puny penis poking out the front of my pants and cursed my sad situation, recognizing the reality of my arousal from my surrendered subservient status. Looking up from my place on the floor, I was thrilled to witness my wife's wonderful words showcasing her superiority and assertive attitude towards me.

Susan's denigration of me to her friend was fueled in large part, I knew, from the secret submissive sharing of my sexual fantasies in our past candid conversations. Despite the shame, my pulsing pecker persistently pointed out (quite literally) the sense of sexual satisfaction I felt.

My feelings about my ********* bully Kevin were becoming transformed as well, with the jealousy and resentment I had felt evolving into a sense of gratitude and genuine admiration toward him. As my wife's bull, he satisfied a sexual need in her I could never supply. I also knew he could hurt me much worse than he did in his beat-downs, and resolved to redouble my efforts to serve him in any way I could in grateful thanks for his mercy and generosity.

I don't know whether they discussed it, but both Susan and Kevin seemed to sense my surrender to the servile status of my deepening denigration, as each seemed to delight in developing new and even deeper degradations and nastier demonstrations of their superiority over me. Now I was at times being included in their erotic escapades, but always in the most degrading and dehumanizing ways possible.

"Assume your position, mattress-man, chop-chop!" Susan called out one recent evening when Kevin was over, and I leaped onto the bed and stretched out face-up, taking a deep breath in anticipation of what I knew was coming. Sure enough, Susan stepped up to stand over me for a moment before throwing her legs out in front of her and smashing her butt down onto my face - whomp!

Her posterior is pure perfection, and Susan had spread her ass apart moments before falling onto my face so that my features were buried between her beautiful buttocks as my tongue dug deep to adore her anus. With my eyes just able to see over her bodacious butt cheeks, I tried to squirm my nose free to obtain some oxygen even as Kevin climbed up to straddle Susan.

"Oh yes, do me deep lover-man!" she shouted as I watched Kevin fully fill his role as Susan's bull, burying his massive meat in my wife's muff just inches above my face. Their fucking seemed to last forever, and when he finally rolled off my face was drenched with the combined love-juices of my wife and her bull.

As they luxuriated in the sweet sensation of satiated sexual satisfaction, Susan snapped her fingers at me as she demanded coffee and her cigarettes "for me and my REAL man". I had been trying to get her to quit, but I knew now was not a good time to bring it up as I scurried to obey her orders.

When I returned holding a silver serving tray that contained their coffee and smokes, I dropped to my knees and cravenly crawled to the side of the bed. "There's a good little go-fer," Susan said with a smile as she took a sip from the steaming cup, and Kevin took his cup of coffee as well as they started to leisurely lay back against the headboard. I rushed to prop up the pillows behind them for their comfort as they embraced lovingly, and humbly knelt beside them while they reclined regally. Suddenly Susan's snapped fingers signaled her desire for a smoke.

Despite my disapproval, I dashed to her side and presented her pack of ciggies, lighting one as she put it to her lips. I had hidden the ashtrays in an effort to erase the thought of smoking and ease her smoke-free struggles, but now realized I'd have to go find one for Susan to use. She seemed to sense my situation and snickered as she stopped my attempt to rise up.

"Stay right there, timid little Timmy," Sue said with a sadistic smile, as she went on to say she knew my motives and why there were no ashtrays to be found. Ordering me to open my mouth and stick my tongue way out, she went on to scold me for having the audacity to try and trick her into not smoking. "You should know better, bozo. I can quit anytime I want to, fool...I've done it hundreds of times!"

Unable to even apologize as I maintained my mouth open as ordered, I heard Kevin's cruel chuckle watching my wife flick her ashes onto my tongue. While her cigarette got smaller, I silently shivered in fear as I repeatedly sent the small amount of saliva in my mouth onto my tongue. Suddenly sliding over to stare down at me, Susan giggled sadistically as she sent a big ball of her spit down into my mouth, and in the next moment stubbed her cigarette butt out on my mercifully moistened tongue. "Next time you try to do my thinking for me I may not be as merciful, moron!" she snapped at me before turning to her bull Kevin, and I lowered my eyes respectfully as they embraced.

I silently saw my wife and her bull once again feed their flames of lust as they fucked furiously, and my admiration for his potent passion clearly confirmed to me my inadequacy when it came to satisfying her sexually. I said a silent prayer of gratitude for having a friend like Kevin, and felt a sublime sense of ********** as I not only accepted but embraced my status of inferior servant for my wife and her bull - both clearly my superiors.

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