lilmikey
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Hi. My name is mike and I am a slave. Here is my story. I was married to a wonderful woman named Jillian for 7 years. I was completely pussywhipped the entire time. Let’s just say that she was naturally dominant, but never really owned up to it. She ordered me around and expected me to act on her beck and call, and I fell into the role. If I did as she asked, sometimes she would have sex with me. Always in charge, in and out of the bedroom. That’s Jillian. My dick would drool precum every time she ordered me around. Simple tasks like fetching a take. It was always, fetch me this or fetch me that. She made me feel like a dog. Trouble was, she needed a man to take charge and I wasn’t man enough to say enough is enough. So I was routinely humiliated when I obeyed her, and because I couldn’t man up. Those were some fucked up days.
I was a musician with a crappy day gig, and she had the good job with insurance. She lorded this over me telling me that if I couldn’t earn a decent wage, I might as well be a house husband. So that’s what I became. She let me play with my band on the weekends because she liked hearing me sing macho mistergs knowing that it was complete bullcuckolds brownie. She could have me on my knees with a look. At first she would come to my gigs and during the breaks I would take her to the back of the house bathroom where she would let me suck on her asshole until I had to get back on stage. She was delighted that I had cuckolds brownie breath for the rest of the night. Other nights, she would openly flirt with good looking guys and leave the club to come back looking disheveled. She eventually grew tired of this game, deciding that me not knowing what she was up to for an entire evening pleased her very much.
We still had sex, but it was always with her on top. I would lay prostrate, while she would grind her pussy against the base of my dick. She would grab the back of my head and power my mouth to her left nipple, the much more sensitive of the two, and I would suck. My dick isn’t very big at 5 inches long, but all I had to do was remain erect. This wasn’t hard to do, because I was blissing out. She just fucked me, bearing down and rubbing her clit against my pelvis. She would cry out when she came and slump over me as I continued to nurse on her breast. Depending on her mood, she would either allow me to come or not. If it was my lucky day, she would allow me to come inside her. I would come and then we would lie motionless until her clit became less sensitive. Then she would lie back with her arms behind her head and her legs spread and I would eat her out. Most of the time, she would allow me to jerk off while she watched tv.
Well, as any of you that have been in this type of relationship knows, the cuckolds brownie don’t last. She found a man and I got left. 7 years I pined and obsessed over her. I had scanned every picture that I ever had, including family albums that her mom once brought to the house. Some nude polaroids that I had taken early on in our marriage. Numerous photos of her glorious ass while she slept. An actual sex video from before we married. Some on vacation, some sex photos. All taken before she really took charge. Anyhow, I saved all of this and masturbated to it almost daily for years.
I got a good job in the IT industry and worked hard and saved, blah, blah. One day I got a call from her complaining about an old bill of ours that was in her name and it had negatively effected her credit. She was pissed. I laughed. She got more pissed. I asked how much and she said $50. This was nothing to me, so I offered to pay it.
We started talking on a regular basis and it turned out that she had married the guy that she left me for and that he had fucked her over for a younger woman. I was elated. It was a beautiful thing. Mixed feelings, ha ha Jill karma is a bitch, and then that old familiar feeling crept in. He left her with two girls and no income. She moved back in with her folks only an hour from my house. We hadn’t seen each other in the flesh for 7 years. We talked on the phone for hours. I bought webcams for both of us, but her internet connection sucked, so nothing of any count ever came of that. The obsession heightened. I began recording our phone conversations and all the messages she left on my machine went right to cassette.
This is the end of my story for now. I have much more to tell you about how we reconnected and our life now as Mistress and slave. I have some chores for Jillian that I must complete……
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