This is definitely not the place to write stuff......but its as good a place as any.
I was just thinking about the differences we all have regarding how we view the art of cuckolding.
I thought I might try an example.
I belong to another forum, fetish based and have met quite a few people from there. Mistresses, doms, subs, slaves etc.
So a friend of mine from there is a subby gent. Loves a lot of different things fetish related, not too much pain, mostly just enjoys giving up control to a woman he can relate too etc.
So he is a kind of well of guy and he has met a lady through the site "Whats your price".........or something similar.
Anyway. They met, chatted, played......got to know each other better and he has chosen to be her cuck.
Its not a live together arrangement you understand. He has been placed in chastity by her. She gives him tasks to do through the week and most weekends they meet to play for real.
Like I say, he is a friend of mine and he tells me about the things he is experiencing.
She knows me too (we met socially so everything is cool)
Last week he picked her up from hers and was surprised to see she was with someone. A guy.
He was not introduced to my friend and she simply gave my pal instructions to take them both back to his.
Cut a long story short. She fucked in front of my pal and made him suck the spunk out of the condom.
Afterwards the stud left by cab (my pal had to pay for it) and she enjoyed dinner and ****** that my friend had prepared earlier.
Like I say. He has given up control to this lady and he is living his dream.
Its not my dream because the thought of sucking spunk.....well......yuk.
I don't even want to watch people having sex as it just does nothing for me.
Comparing me..............A few years back a young lady would tie me to the bed and tease and deny me until I was gasping. I mean she was so good at it.
Edged to perfection.
After a while she would make me watch as she got into her sexy underwear, stockings, heels, the lot. (I was still tied to the bed)
She would leave me when the doorbell to her flat would ring and i would have to stay there in that spare room. Listening to her having sex with whoever had arrived.
Now that is my idea of cruelty.
See the difference
stevensmiles