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🕑 Added 2024-09-20 03:18:43 +0000 UTC
The Fate of a Cuckold Panty Boy
It started with a pair of panties. That’s all it was. They were her panties, in fact. She said she wanted to see them on you, that it would turn her on to see your cute little cock in her underwear.
You put them on because you wanted to make her happy. You loved the joyful look on her face as you pulled up the panties and modeled them for her. You loved the way she gave your panty-clad ass a good smack.
The chastity device came next. She said that as long as you were in panties that your cock should be locked up, that it would be more like a clit when it was in a tight little cage.
You didn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no. You wanted to be locked up. You knew it would make life a little easier for you. You’d already been forbidden from masturbating unless she gave you permission and the cage would simply take your choice away.
Then she wanted you to start shaving down there. She said it was because your pubic hair kept getting caught in the cage. She was right. It did. It hurt, too. So you shaved. You shaved it all off. You looked nice and smooth between your legs.
Then she started having you caress and kiss her stocking-clad legs every night. You couldn’t help but obsess over how good they felt on her legs and how much you loved just rubbing them.
When she laid out a pair of sexy, soft black stockings for you to wear, you couldn’t say no. You didn’t even bother. You just put them on and smiled. You embraced being feminized by your beautiful wife.
Soon after she suggested that you start shaving your legs. She said that you’d love the stockings even more if your legs were soft and smooth. She was right. They feel even better without any hair on your legs.
This is what you are now. Your cock is locked. You wear panties all the time and spend time in stockings almost every night. Your cock constantly drips precum because she almost never lets you out of your cage.
You’ve never been happier.
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I Own Your Locked Cock
The moment I slipped your cock into its chastity cage, I took ownership and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. I own your cute little locked up cock and I’m going to do whatever I please.
Does that scare you? Does that thrill you? Does that turn you on? Does it make your little locked up dick ache to be in a cage for me?
Does any of that matter? No. The only thing that matters is that it makes me happy. Locking up your little dick makes me wet. Controlling you turns me on.
How long do you think you can last in chastity? Do you think you could go for a week? What about two weeks? What about a month? Could you last 30 days without being able to get hard?
I want you to last that long for me. I want you to go a month for me. I want to see your little balls turn blue. I want to see your locked up cock leaking all kinds of sticky juice every day. I want you to feel the agony 24/7.
You have no idea how much that turns me on. You have no idea how excited I get at the thought of controlling you like that.
It won’t be the sort of thing where I lock you up and forget about you, either. I’m going to tease you all the time. I’m going to play with your little locked up dick whenever I want. I’m going to make you suffer for me and you’re going to love it.
Can you feel my warm ass cheeks on your locked cock? Can you imagine how much fun this would be? Or would it just be fun for me? I guess I don’t really care either way since my pleasure is the only thing that matters here.
Maybe I’ll bend you over and destroy your ass with my big strapon cock. Maybe I’ll call you a little bitch while I fuck you like one. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
We’re going to have so much fun once I lock up your little cock.
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Your Morning Ritual as Her Submissive
You wait on your knees as your beautiful mistress brushes her teeth. You do so without complaint, even though you know she’s going to spit her used toothpaste into your mouth.
No command is needed. When she’s ready, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. She leans forward and spits the foamy remains of her toothpaste onto your tongue.
“Swallow,” she says. You do so like a good boy. Disappointing your mistress is too painful to even consider.
You lie on your back as she pulls down her tight yoga pants and sits on the toilet. You watch and listen as she pees. You know what’s coming next.
Your mistress doesn’t wipe with toilet paper. Why would she do that when she has a perfectly good slave that’s willing to let his tongue be used as her toilet paper?
You know that soon the taste of her urine will hit your tongue, and it excites you. You know that someday you’ll graduate to taking her piss directly into your mouth, and the idea of that excites you too.
She moves from the toilet to your face. She rubs her wet, piss-soaked pussy over your tongue and lips. You clean her like a good boy. You are her toilet paper. She is your mistress, your goddess, the center of your world, and you desperately want to please her.
You’ve grown accustomed to the taste of her piss. You’ve even grown to like it. Even better, you like looking up at her beautiful face as she rides your tongue. You like seeing her naughty smile. You like that she enjoys having a slave to clean her pussy after she’s gone pee.
“Very good, slave,” she says. Her words of praise make your heart soar. Nothing feels better than pleasing your mistress, and in the morning that means licking her pussy clean after she’s emptied her bladder.
You’re being used as her toilet paper and it thrills you. You savor every little drop of her golden nectar. You yearn to be used again. You want it. You crave it. You can’t wait until tomorrow morning.
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Eat My Ass, Cuck
I know you want my pussy. I know you crave it. I know you want to worship it. I know you want to taste me and make me cum.
I don’t care. You don’t deserve my pussy. You haven’t earned it. Worshiping my pussy and making me cum is a privilege, and it’s not one that you deserve.
Instead, you’re going to eat my ass. You’re going to lick my shithole like a good boy.
I don’t want to hear any complaints. I don’t want to hear you bitching and moaning and acting like you don’t want to worship my ass. I know you do. I know you want to bury your face between my ass cheeks and lick my tight little hole.
So do it. Eat my ass, cuckold. Spread my ass cheeks open and lick that pretty hole with your eager tongue. Taste my asshole.
You can still make me feel good by eating my ass. You can make me feel good by submitting. You can make me feel good by doing the best job possible.
Can you give a good rimjob? Can you show your mistress how much you love and worship her by eating her asshole like a good boy?
I want you to stick your tongue inside my asshole. Fight past that tight anal ring and taste my rectum. Get me wet and relaxed and then push your tongue as deep inside me as you can.
What a good little ass eating whore you’re being. Tell me how good my asshole tastes, cuckold. Tell me how yummy it is as you drive your tongue nice and deep in there.
You’re getting turned on, aren’t you? Eating my ass is making your dick hard, isn’t it?
Too bad. You haven’t earned an orgasm. You haven’t earned anything. Now worship my ass. Lick my tight little asshole. Bathe my crack in your saliva. Push your tongue inside me and taste my asshole like a good boy.
Prove to me that you’re a good submissive. Prove to me that you know how to make your mistress happy.
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More Than you Deserve
It’s date night. I’m dressed up to see my bull. You’re dressed as a cuckold should be. I’m about to leave. If you’re lucky, I’ll come back with a load of cum in my pussy for you to clean up.
“Goodbye, mistress,” you say as I turn to leave.
I spin around and smile at you. You look like such a good boy with your dicklet in a cage and your body naked at my command.
“Would you like to kiss me goodbye?” I ask.
Your eyes light up. You know how rare a treat that is. You nod vigorously.
“You may do so,” I say.
You drop to your knees and crawl towards me. You fall forward and kiss my beautiful feet. Your soft lips move over my skin and my shoes. I can’t help but chuckle at how pathetic you are. I look down at your naked ass as you dutifully kiss my feet. You’re not allowed to go any higher. Not tonight. The rest of my body belongs to my bull tonight. You don’t get anything.
You make me wet, though. Your submission turns me on. It makes me wet for the man I’m going to see, the real man in my life.
“That’s good, cucky,” I say. “Now make sure my laundry is done before I get back, and make sure you hand wash my underwear. If you’re a good boy I might give you a reward when I get back.”
You want that reward. You crave it. You’re going to be a good boy. You’re going to be more than a good boy. You’re going to do everything you can to make me happy.
“Yes, mistress. Enjoy your date,” you say.
I leave with a smile. I know you’re going to be a good boy. You’re going to do my laundry. You’re going to hand wash my used underwear. You’re probably going to clean my bathroom too. You’re going to do your best to earn that reward, just like a good submissive cuckold.
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Emily’s Devoted Cucky
What a lucky locked cucky to be allowed to kiss his Owner’s heels as She leaves for her date with Her Bull. She won’t be back before tomorrow afternoon … 👫🔑👠👠🧎♂️🔒👄👄👄💧😚😘🥰
