Becca Bellamy
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Diary of a Submissive Cuckold - Part 11
🕑 Added 2021-10-05 05:50:16 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“Good morning, Tyler,” Val said as she pressed her beautiful body against mine and wrapped her arm around me.
“Good morning,” I replied.
For the first time, I’d spent the night in her bed at her exquisitely beautiful Nob Hill home that included a deck with a view of San Francisco Bay. The night before I’d prepared dinner for us – steak, asparagus, and fingerling potatoes – to impress her with my cooking skill. We’d enjoyed wine, a deeper conversation than we’d ever engaged in before, and a great deal of body worship (me worshiping her) and anal play (her toying my ass once again) before she gave me a ruined orgasm and fed me my cum for dessert.
“How did you sleep?” Val asked.
“Better than I’ve slept in months, maybe years,” I answered.
Val snuggled a little closer and kissed the back of my neck as I felt the soft silk of her nightie against my back. At her instruction, I’d slept naked, which made the silk feel even better as Val pressed her pelvis into my ass.
“You know, if I had a cock, I’d be fucking you right now,” Val said. “I’d have slipped inside you and woken you up with deep anal penetration.”
She moved her hips like she was fucking me slowly and I moaned before saying, “I can’t imagine anything better.” It wasn’t that I would have enjoyed the anal penetration – I hadn’t been fucked enough for it to feel comfortable yet – but I absolutely would have enjoyed submitting to Val’s desire to fuck me if she possessed a cock.
“I know,” Val said. “You’re a good submissive, Tyler. That’s why I invited you to my home. Very few men get to spend the night here, and a submissive has never spent the night in my home.”
I felt the purest kind of joy. I was in Val’s bed and wrapped safely in her arms. She’d just informed me that I was the only submissive she’d ever welcomed into her home and into her bed. It felt like I was a little bit closer to showing Val that I was the sort of submissive that was worth loving.
“That means so much to me,” I said. “Thank you, Val. Thank you for letting me spend the night in your bed. Thank you for being so generous with your home and for continuing to be so generous with your, well, your dominant spirit.”
Val’s hand moved between my legs and her fingers encircled my stiff cock. She kissed my neck and I moaned as she stroked me slowly. More blood rushed between my legs, leaving me with a painful erection.
“This is why I ruined your orgasm,” she said. “I wanted you to wake up feeling just as much desire – if not more – than you felt last night. I wanted every little touch to drive you absolutely wild. I wanted the soft kiss of my lips to make you stiff. After all, a good submissive desires his domme more than anything in the world.”
“I do desire you, Val,” I replied. “More than anything.”
“I know you do,” she whispered. “Roll over.”
I carefully rolled over until I was facing Val. She smiled and her eyes lit up as if she found genuine delight in seeing my face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said. “I’ve never met anyone anywhere near as beautiful as you.”
Val reached up and caressed my face. “You’re sweet,” she said. Her lips approached mine and we shared a surprisingly tender kiss.
A pure form of desire surged through my body. Under normal circumstances, it was the kind of desire that would have driven me to roll Val onto her back and move between her legs so we could fuck. These weren’t normal circumstances, though, and I didn’t have that kind of relationship with Val, so that desire only built and the knowledge that I couldn’t do anything with it – not without Val’s explicit instructions, at least – made it painful in the most exquisite way imaginable. Looking back, I have to believe that was Val’s intent.
“You want me, don’t you?” she asked as our lips remained achingly close.
“Desperately,” I answered.
Val pressed her pelvis forward and directed my cock between her thighs. I moaned as I felt the warmth emanating from her pussy. I felt her wetness a moment later. I wasn’t inside her – we weren’t at the right angle for that – but her pussy lips had opened and I could feel a hint of what it would be like to finally be inside her and it was perfect in every way.
“You want my pussy, don’t you?” Val asked.
If ours was like most relationships, I would have ended up inside her. It wasn’t, though. Val was a domme. I was a sub. I was also inferior – sexually speaking, at least – to the men she chose to fuck. I couldn’t offer her anything even approaching what they offered her and Val knew that. They couldn’t offer her the level of submission I offered, though, which is why I was the one in her bed. I took great pleasure in that fact.
“I do,” I answered. “I want your pussy.”
“But you know I’m not going to let you have it,” she said.
I nodded.
“Why is that?” she asked.
I moaned as Val moved her hips back and forth, effectively massaging the tip of my cock with her pussy lips. It wasn’t quite dry humping – she wasn’t dry, after all – but it wasn’t anywhere near sex, either. It was the most perfect form of teasing. “Because I don’t deserve your pussy,” I said. “I don’t deserve to fuck you. I’m not good enough. I’m not big enough. I don’t measure up to the men that you choose to let inside you, so I don’t deserve to fuck you.”
Val moaned and I’m pretty sure it was real. Perhaps it was because my cock was rubbing up against her clit or perhaps she got off on hearing me enumerate the reasons why I didn’t deserve to be inside her.
“Can you really commit to someone you’ll never be allowed to fuck, Tyler?” Val asked.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Being with you…it makes me happier than I’ve ever been. I feel like I’m floating on cloud nine for days, sometimes week, after I spend the night with you. I’m excited for days before we meet. I can barely think straight when I know I’m going to see you because I’m so giddy. Plus, my orgasms, when I’m allowed to have them, are better now. So much better, in fact.”
“Yeah?” Val asked. “Do I make you cum harder than anyone else?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“But I make you eat your cum,” Val said. “That doesn’t bother you?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. I’d do anything for you, Val, so I certainly don’t mind eating my cum.”
Val smiled as she continued to work the head of my cock with her slick, plump pussy lips. “That’s good, because a good submissive should always eat his cum. From here on out, it’s going to be exceedingly rare for you to orgasm without consuming your load for me.”
The idea of eating my cum never sounds particularly hot after I’ve had an orgasm, but the idea of doing it – and in particular doing it for Val – always sounds hot before I’ve had an orgasm, so of course I was thrilled at the idea of getting to eat my cum, especially if she was going to allow me to cum on her pussy lips, which is exactly where we were headed if she continued to pleasure me like she was doing.
“It’s not just your cum I make you eat though, is it?” Val asked.
I shook my head.
“And why is that?” she asked. “Why do I make you eat other men’s cum?”
“Because a submissive cuckold should be thrilled to receive the cum of a superior man,” I said. “Because I cherish the chance to clean another man’s cum from your pussy, or your body, or to take it directly from his cock after he’s seen to your pleasure. Because that’s my place.”
Those words rolled off my lips with such ease, in no small part because Val had me right on the edge of orgasm. It was the closest I’d ever gotten to having sex with her and there was a chance it was the closest I would ever get if she was true to her word and would refuse me entry into her pussy for the duration of our relationship.
Before I could cum, Val pulled away, leaving my cock throbbing and denied the ultimate pleasure. She rolled onto her stomach and said, “I’d like you to worship my ass for a little while. Then you can make me breakfast. We’ll see if you can cook eggs as well as you can prepare a steak.”
I crawled into place, spread Val’s ass cheeks, and went to work. She moaned immediately and reached down to play with her pussy. I was being denied the chance to make her cum, but as always I found it thrilling to be able to spend time between her ass cheeks with my tongue dancing over her hole.
Eventually, she climaxed and I headed for the kitchen to prepare her eggs. I did so without a stitch of clothing on and when Val joined me after a few minutes she promptly wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me until I was stiff with delight. She denied me again, though, instead having me join her on the deck to eat breakfast in the nude. When we were finished, I dropped to my knees and licked her pussy until Val came again, all while she enjoyed her morning coffee and the view from her deck. It was quite a way to start the morning, and much to my delight, Val invited me to spend the rest of the day with her.
We strolled through San Francisco like almost any couple would have. To a keen observer it would have been obvious that Val was leading the way and making every decision, but to almost anyone else we looked like a typical boyfriend and girlfriend. I loved feeling as though I was hers to control all day long. I liked it when she’d put a hand on my lower back to direct me where she wanted me to go, or when she’d put her arm around my waist and pull me close. I liked that she initiated every bit of physical affection all day long. I don’t know if I was expected to pay for everything, but I offered to do so in each and every case and Val seemed rather happy with it all.
It was just after sunset when Val got a text message from Eric, one of her favorite lovers and the man I’d sucked off at her instruction.
“Eric wants to see me,” she said with a smile. “Normally I won’t see a man on such late notice, but I do so enjoy fucking Eric and I don’t think I can turn him down. Plus, it will be a wonderful chance to have fun with my cuckold, won’t it?”
I nodded. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“I know you will,” Val replied. “Come. I must get home and change into something appropriate for a man of Eric’s stature.”
We ordered a car back to Val’s place and I watched her try on a series of lingerie sets before she settled on an elegant black satin bodysuit with lace trim.
“You look perfect,” I said as Val emerged from the closet in it.
“I know,” she replied with a smile. “Eric’s going to love it. I already know he’s thinking about me and fantasizing about how good I’m going to make him feel tonight, and when he sees me in this he’s going to go out of his mind with desire. That’s exactly how I want a man like him. I want his body humming with lust. I want him to want to tear this off of me so he can plunge his cock into my pussy and fuck me like a woman needs to be fucked. You’ve never fucked a woman like that, have you Tyler?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
Val laughed as she approached. “You’re not the kind of man that fucks a woman like that, Tyler. That’s why you’re so well-suited to being my submissive cuckold. You lack the size, the confidence, the stamina, and the skill to fuck a woman like that. You’re much better off waiting on your knees and watching as Eric fucks me. If you attempted to pleasure me like he does, you’d only embarrass yourself by spilling your seed into my pussy long before I even approached an orgasm. You’d barely have me turned on before you’d lose your load and leave me disappointed.”
The thing was, she was right. I knew she was right. Val was exquisitely beautiful, but it was more than that. She was the most confident woman I’d ever met, and that only served to make her sexier. It made her seem like a goddess, and a man like me doesn’t last very long when he fucks a goddess.
Val stepped closer and I couldn’t help but look at her breasts. They looked spectacular in the tight black satin and her nipples were poking through the thin, soft material.
“You want me, don’t you?” she asked.
I nodded. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to have her, but of course I wanted her.
“Touch me,” she said. “Touch my breasts. Take them in your hands.”
I reached up and took her breasts in my hands. Our eyes met as I squeezed them. She bit her lower lip and moaned in the most seductive way I’d ever heard. Val spun around in pressed her body against mine. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts once more. She turned her head and we kissed as she ground her ass into my crotch and moaned while I played with the soft, perky flesh of her tits. I’m not sure I’ve ever been harder than I was in that moment, especially after a morning of teasing and a day of kissing and touching as we walked around the city.
“You’re going to do more than watch tonight,” she said as I continued to play with her tits. “You’re going to suck cock for me. You’re going to get on your knees and tell Eric how happy it would make you to get him hard for me. You’re going to be a good cuckold cocksucker and you’re going to make Eric’s big dick stiff and wet for my pussy.”
“I will,” I said. “I’ll suck cock for you.”
Val kissed me again. Her tongue danced in my mouth and she moved her ass faster over my crotch. She was driving me mad with lust.
“Get on your knees,” Val instructed.
I dropped to my knees and she spun around, unsnapped her bodysuit at the crotch, and freed her pussy. She pulled my head between her legs and I pushed my tongue between her plump pussy lips and tasted the copious juices that had gathered inside her.
“Your submission thrills me, Tyler,” she said. “Your dedication to me last night and today turns me on. Your willingness to do as you’re told, to embrace humiliation, and to embrace your place makes me very happy.”
I would have said something, but Val had a hand on the back of my head and I couldn’t move my face from between her legs.
“I’m going to collar you again tonight,” she said. “But I want you to wear it in public for me. I want you to wear my collar in the car on the drive over. I want you to wear it as we walk through the hotel lobby. I want you to wear it as we ride the elevator. Will you do that for me, Tyler? Will you wear my collar? Will you wear the symbol of my ownership of you in public?”
“Yes,” I said. “It would be an honor, Val, just like it will be an honor to suck Eric’s cock for you and to clean up the mess he leaves behind when you’re finished tonight.”
Val smiled and stepped back. She snapped her bodysuit shut once more and headed for her closet. She returned a few moments later with the collar I’d worn during her previous night with Eric.
“Stand up,” Val said.
I stood and she placed the collar around my neck. I felt a rush of submissive bliss work its way through me the moment it touched my skin. When she stepped behind me to tighten the collar and affix it to my neck my cock throbbed. It felt kinkier the second time and I took great delight in that. I liked the idea of being owned by Val. I wanted that ownership to be permanent. I wanted to be hers, and I wanted her to fall for me, to love me, to take me as her lifelong submissive.
“Thank you,” I said as genuine emotion welled up in me. “Thank you for letting me spend last night with you, thank you for today, and thank you for collaring me once again. Thank you for letting me submit to you, Val. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Tyler,” she said. “Now let me put on a dress and pack up a few things and we can go.”
As I waited, my mind wandered to thoughts of the many sensual joys that would unfold in that hotel room. I couldn’t wait to do exactly as I was told and to reap the pleasures that would come from showing my devotion to my domme. It promised to be a thrilling night, as it always was with Val.
