This short is a work of fiction, so if the thought of male submission and cuckolding isn't your thing, well I understand. It isn't most peoples thing.
I've tried my had at erotic fiction before, and I've found that, any time you stray from stories of vanilla , generic couples sex, the niche appeal is very hit or miss. (in other words, you either think it's hot, or super cringe.) So make of it what you will....
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After one agonizing month, the cage came off. One month of erotic torment, tease and denial.
I never thought I would make it. So many times, especially the last couple weeks, I had been ready to give in, had even begged her. However, that mischievous, merciless pretty girl, she who is my wife, dream goddess, and keeper of my sexual desires, would not relent. I made a promise, and God Bless her heart, she held me to it.
I saw the change in her. I saw her take command of her hyper-sexuality in ways that I had never dreamed of, basking in her feminine power. As I had basked in it myself, only from a position of submission. I don’t think even she, had realized the effect this would have on me.
She saw a change in me. Because she had even commented on it this morning. Said I had become far more attentive to her, a better listener, a better husband and life partner. Other couples should try this, she had even said. I agreed, though I’m not so sure other couples relationship could survive the swinging, cuckolding part of it, though. But yet, every woman has her needs.
She had put me through a lot. The spankings, that damnable flogger she used on me the times I had left a mess in the bathroom after shaving, or failed to promptly empty the garbage cans, left dirty clothes on the floor, or left the toilet seat up. I learned not to do these things, and she had appreciated that.
But most of all, her lovers. The torment of seeing these well-endowed men, balls deep inside her, hearing her cries of pleasure, listening, watching, while I was caged up and denied all the while. Worse yet, the humiliation of being asked to sexually service them, towards the end. She had reassured me; said “I know you’re not gay. They know it too. But if you help them give me my sexual releases, I promise I’ll let you have yours, at the end of the month… if you are a good boy.”
The end of the month. What had kept me going, driven me to madness and depravity, even kept me awake all night the last two nights. After an October that had seemed to be a year, November First was here. Finally, we were alone in the bedroom, she kneeling in front of me, unlocking me. The turn of the key, the device coming unlatched, falling to the floor with a clunk, sent me into a spiraling hormone attack. Blessed relief at last! My cock instantly sprang to a full throbbing erection.
Her in her knee high leather boots. That tiny pleated skirt. Me wild with lust, wanting to take her, right there. Much like Eric, and her other playmate, Jed, from the gym. I could be Jed or Eric right now, I thought. I know I could. Eric, with his huge, throbbing, meaty, cock which put mine to shame. The one she had made me take in my mouth, to prime for her while she had cheered me on and laughed, like the little naughty cheerleader she had been dressed as… I could finally be Eric. After one long month.
Who was I kidding? Things were different now. We had grown closer than ever, yet our relationship had been profoundly altered. I knew it; so did she. And it was good. More than good. Delicious, even.
“On your knees, slave.” She said simply, flirtatiously, with that smile that sent me over the edge.
“Now recite the Cuckold’s Pledge. You have memorized it, correct?”
“Yes, mistress. You said you wouldn’t allow me an orgasm, EVER, until I did.” I replied.
“Correct. Now prove your devotion to me, and recite it for me.”
Kneeling in front of her leather boots, I began,
“Dear Goddess, Mistress, queen of my heart’s desires, and of my body’s longing.”
“I solemnly acknowledge that I am not man enough to satisfy your sexual urges.”
“Therefore, I will do all I can to please you.”
“Therefore I will help you find sexual gratification in whatever way you choose.”
“Therefore, I will honor and respect your lovers just as I honor and respect your needs.”
“Therefore, any man you choose, I will live vicariously through him as he pleasures you.”
“Your satisfaction through him is my satisfaction.”
“Your sexual release through him is my release.”
“I will thank him graciously for taking care of you, for seeing you satisfied gives me the same satisfaction.”
“And I will continue to love, worship and cherish you as my companion, mistress and queen.”
“And the timing and means of my own reward are your choosing, and yours alone.”
“Very good.” She said, with a nod.
Oh, but her smile then lit up the room. And my needs were nearly uncontrollable. I was ready to explode, right then and there, all over the floor and onto her boots. THAT would not have been acceptable.
She ordered me to crawl into the bathroom, over to that damnable white bucket with the toilet seat, the same in which she often imprisoned my head and face these last few weeks. For clean-up duty.
“Good Boy. You have fifteen seconds to do your business, slave.” She said with a smile. "Let's see if you can fill that bucket!"
Not how I would have wanted it, but this is how it was. I could not satisfy her like Eric and Jed, and we both knew it..
Oh, but I could be Eric and Jed right now. I WAS them. In my mind, I felt what they felt, thrusting into her body, the raw, animal sensation long forgotten, remembering the sounds of her pleasure, making her twitch and scream….and ten seconds later, exploding into her tight tan sexy body….
.....Or rather, that sterile plastic bucket. Yet, the shuddering, powerful explosion in my loins was 31 times more intense, more powerful, and more infinitely and indescribably erotic than anything her boy toys could ever imagine. 31 days, it had been … Spurt after glorious spurt, filling the bucket, feeling a mix of intensely powerful erotic joy, humiliation, and indescribably perverse pleasure and lust. At the end I was so drained I nearly collapsed. I lay there for several minutes, gasping, a pool of submissive goo, gazing up at her leather boots, tan legs, and that tiny pleated skirt that left little to the imagination. Was it my imagination or was she moist under there? She was not wearing panties…
“Wow! Ten seconds! This is why I have Eric and Jed. This is why you cannot satisfy me." She explained.
“Thank you, THANK YOU! Thank you sweet, sweet, beautiful... goddess….” I gasped.
“This is how it will be from now on.”
Yes, this is good. This was all right.
“Oh, one more thing… “ As she said this I felt her boot turn my head round, then press down on the back of my head, forcefully shoving my face into the bucket.
“New rule, whenever I allow you to cum, you still have to clean up your mess…. And I know you’ve gotten so good at it. By now, you’ve acquired the taste I assume? Oooh, tsk tsk… Little boy made a big mess! Now lick it up for me… And then go wash your cage, so I can get it ready for you to wear for this month!”