meesteresels
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My first try at a story, set in my lifestyle of cuckoldry and chastity/orgasm denial. Hope you like it!
Emma, the Empowered Goddess
I'm Emma, and my life has become a thrilling tapestry of pleasure and power, with Michael, my husband, orbiting around me like a devoted satellite. When we first met, I knew my beauty captivated him, especially my breasts—full, round, and perfect, always catching his eye in tight tops or low-cut dresses. He couldn't get enough of them, coming countless times on, between, and over them, each release a testament to his obsession. Just as often, he'd lose himself inside my pussy, his desire consuming him. Our marriage was passionate, intimate, with my body as his playground. But I always sensed there was more to explore, a deeper craving waiting to be unleashed.
It started with a late-night talk about fantasies. Michael confessed his curiosity about BDSM, drawn to **********. The idea sparked something in me—a chance to take control. I dove in, tying him up with soft ropes, blindfolding him, and reveling in the power of his surrender. Then I suggested chastity play. "Imagine me deciding when you get to feel pleasure," I whispered, tracing my fingers along his chest. His eager agreement thrilled me. The chastity cage we bought became his new reality, and I loved the control it gave me. I'd tease him mercilessly, swaying my breasts in front of him while he was locked, his frustration only fueling my excitement. Early on, I'd let him come after some time in chastity, but he was so pent-up he'd finish too quickly to satisfy me properly. More often, he'd end up shooting thick ropes of cum across or between my breasts, coating them in a way that made me feel like a goddess. His orgasms grew rarer, and I savored keeping him on the edge.
Cuckoldry was my next desire. I confessed I fantasized about another man, someone who could take me in ways Michael couldn't. His mix of jealousy and arousal was intoxicating, and I knew we were ready for more. Enter Daniel, our bull—confident, muscular, and utterly dominant. He claimed me in front of Michael, and I loved the way it made my husband squirm in his cage, his eyes burning with frustration and desire. Daniel pushed things further, introducing stricter orgasm denial for Michael. "He only watches," Daniel would say with a smirk, his hands on my body, my breasts—Michael's obsession—now his to enjoy. I felt alive, desired, and powerful.
The game escalated when Daniel suggested I enhance my breasts. "You should look like a porn star," he said, glancing at Michael. "And he'll pay for it." Michael hesitated, but my excitement and Daniel's authority left him no choice. He sold his precious Mustang to fund the surgery, and when I returned, my new breasts were breathtaking—overwhelmingly large, exactly as Daniel wanted. They were a masterpiece, but Daniel had plans. "They're too perfect for him," he declared. "No more touching." Michael's face fell, and I felt a thrill at his torment. Soon, Daniel went further, banning Michael from even seeing them naked. "He doesn't deserve them," he said, and I giggled, pulling my top over my curves. I even denied him my pussy. "That's for real men," I agreed, watching Michael shrink as his cage tightened around his longing.
Daniel and I grew closer, our connection electric. I started spending nights at his place, leaving Michael alone with endless chores—cleaning, cooking, washing my lingerie. "Be a good boy," I'd tease, "and maybe you can kiss my shoes." Then Daniel invited other men—tall, rugged, with eyes that devoured me. They'd swarm around me, drawn to my radiant beauty and those jaw-dropping breasts I flaunted in tight, revealing outfits. I'd tease them shamelessly, letting my curves spill out, driving them wild. They'd take me, their hands and mouths making me scream and shudder with orgasms that shook my core. Their raw desire, their ability to make me come so hard, was intoxicating, and I reveled in it, knowing Michael watched, locked and aching, denied even a glimpse of my naked body.
Michael's pain only heightened my pleasure. He's accepted his role as my chaste sub, my cuck, fully surrendered to me and Daniel's whims. My breasts, my pussy, my entire body—they're no longer his, and I love the power that gives me. He's left with nothing but frustration and jealousy, yet he's devoted to my happiness. Now, I allow him to jerk off alone once every month or two, without a glance or touch from me. He's made peace with it, trading his pain, loneliness, and frustration for my ecstasy. My pleasure fills our bed, our house, with men who can give me what he never could. I'm happier than ever, a goddess in my own world, with Michael forever locked and devoted to my bliss.
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