Wednesday, May 22, 2019

The Clean Up Song

Clean up, clean up.
Cuck hubby, let's clean up.
Clean up, clean up.
Suck his cum away.

Clean up, clean up.
Safe in chastity, let's clean up.
Clean up, clean up.
Eat a creampie each day.

Clean up, clean up.
Such a good boy, let's clean up.
Clean up, clean up.
She promises you it's not gay.

Monday, May 20, 2019


"Well," Sean's wife asks him, coming into the bedroom wearing a new bra and panty set he'd never seen before.

"W...well, what?" he ask, feeling his penis swell the limited space it can in the chastity cage.

"He's going to be here in a few minutes, have you made up your mind?"

"Monica, please."

"Don't Monica me, Sean, it's a simple choice. Locked in the basement for the night or stay up here and do what I asked."

He stares at her body, her long, muscular legs; her flat stomach; her firm breasts. He tries to remember what it was like, being inside her, that feeling he longs for every time he's intimate with her. Her lover will let him be intimate with her so long as he's securely caged. If anything, he encourages it, encourages her to wear pretty lingerie around her husband, encourages her to take his head between her hands, guide his mouth all over her body. It's like he knows, like he understands the closer he lets him to her, the more he wants her and the more he wants her, the more he'll do, the more he'll agree to.

"But...but Monica..."

"It isn't like I'm asking you to do something abnormal, Sean. I get it isn't normal for you, it isn't what you want to do, but that's the point, the more you tell me you don't want to, the more I want you to. I get so wet just thinking about it."

"But...but I'm not...I mean...I'm," he finally got the word out.

"Of course you're not, Sean, that's the whole point, that's why it makes me so wet. You don't want to do it, so doing it shows me you're acknowledging him as the man in our relationship, the leader. Dogs roll over and expose their necks, cuckolds fluff their wife's bull."

"What...what if know..."

"Cums? Ha! He won't, but so what if he does?" she shakes her head. "It isn't like you haven't tasted that before."

"From...from you," Sean protested.

"Yes or no, Sean? Up here or the basement?"

He thought for a minute, another. She said nothing; let him think, work it out. "Up...up here," he finally said.

"That's a good boy," she smiled. "Get undressed and go wait in the corner, love, you'll know when it's time."

Friday, May 17, 2019

Night out with the girls?

Yea, sure it is. She's totally just having a quiet dinner with her girlfriends. Your wife's totally not going to a bar to flirt with men. She's totally not going to end up in dark, secluded booth, a man's cock pressed against that hot ass.

Thursday, May 16, 2019


Sure, your wife's bull has his hand on the back of your head 'forcing' your head down on his cock.

But is he really? Forcing you? Or is it more like guiding you, directing you, teaching you how to please a man.

While you were reluctant, it wasn't like you said no. It wasn't like you your foot down when your wife told you what he wanted you to do.

No, you did as you were told, you got on your knees before him, took him between your lips, into your mouth.

He Knows

"Are you waiting for someone?" she heard a voice ask.

She turned, looked at the tall, muscular man standing in front of her in the hotel bar. "A tall, well dressed, man," she answered.

"Husband?" he asked, taking a slight step backwards.

"He's back home," she answered, saw him glance at her hand. "I don't wear my wedding rings when I'm alone, they send the wrong message."

"What message is that?" he laughed.

"That I'm taken."

"But you are," he said, intrigued by her.

"Yet here I am, in a hotel bar, waiting for a tall, well dressed man."

He laughed again, took a step towards her, pulled the chair out, sat. "Well I'm a tall, well dressed man," he said.

"Handsome and confident, too. I'm Samantha," she said.

"Ryan," he nodded. "You're really married?"

"Yes," she said, "does that bother you?"

"I sat, didn't I?"

"Some men won't, hence the rings at home."

"What if sees them? You're husband?"

"I should hope he would, I left them on his nightstand."

"You're serious? He's going to think you're cheating."

"It's not cheating if he knows about it," she smiled softly.

"Wait," he asked, leaning forward, "he knows about it?"

She nodded. "Of course," she said.

"He knows you're..."

"At the hotel bar looking for a tall, well dressed man to spend the night with," she said taking a sip of her drink.

"How...I mean..." Ryan stammered for the first and only time that night.

"My husband, Ryan," she leaned forward, touched his arm, "is the sweetest man in the world. He's got a good job, is a good provider, is a good friend, and in the bedroom, is thoughtful, tender, considerate, and selfless."

"Perfect, then," Ryan chuckled.

"You've been with many women, Ryan? I assume, given your confidence."

"My share," he said with a nod.

"You find most women want a thoughtful, tender, considerate man in the bedroom?"

"They say they want that," he said.

"They're lying," she said.

"I know."

"I'm sure you do. Women want a powerful, strong, confident man in the bedroom. They don't want a man who asks them 'was it good for you?' they want a man who will take them, ravage them, leave them speechless and weak kneed."

"He know?"

"He know, Ryan. Don't worry, a man like you wouldn't understand, but not only is he okay with it, he encourages it."

"Why are we still down here?" he looked at her hard.

"Because you haven't paid for our drinks and taken me to your room," she answered.

Ryan looked around, chuckled. "You better not be fucking with me, Samantha," he warned her.

"Not till we get upstairs," she promised.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019


It's a big step, a couple submitting to a man. The collars and leashes are symbolic more than practical, a reminder of what was given and what was taken.

Thursday, April 18, 2019


"Honey, what? He's going to be here in like five minutes, can't this wait?" she asked with a sigh.

"'s about that," I stammered, face red.

"About what?" she asked, face softening slightly.

"The...the know...that...that you want me to do."

She sighed. "This isn't the time for this discussion, the time for this discussion was weeks ago. Besides, you agreed."

"I...I's so..."

"We talked about this, sweetie, I told you, sucking a man's cock doesn't make you gay, you need to stop thinking like that."

"How can I?" I pouted. "What's more than sucking cock?"

"Well, dating a man, getting into a relationship with a man, getting fucked by a man...hell a thousand things."

"But this...this is pretty close," I insisted.

"This isn't about making you gay, you know that. This is about all of us understanding our places, this is about showing him you understand and accept your role."

"He made that clear, didn't he?" I asked.

"As did you, dear," her face hardened. "Your role isn't pleasing me in the bedroom, you know that, that's his job now. I thought you wanted that, I thought it took a burden off you."

"I...I do...I mean..."

"Sex is his thing, sweetie, emotions are yours. Fluffing him is about expressing that acceptance to him. It's not about your sexuality, it's about our acceptance of him as the dominant man in our lives."

"What if know...if he..."

"Cums," she laughed. "God, it isn't like you haven't had that before."

I blushed, thinking of all the times I licked her after he was done. "That's different," I said.

"I know, I get that. Listen, the best advice I can give you is to just swallow as much as you can."

"Morgan!" I yelped.

"What? Don't make a big deal of it, the last thing a man wants is a scene. I don't think he will, but if he does, just roll with it."


"Honey, I want you to do this, I do. I told you, nothing you could do would turn me on as much as this, really."


Tuesday, April 9, 2019


It's a ritual now, your wife wearing her wedding night lingerie the first time she's with a new lover. It's symbolic of her giving herself to a new man for the first time.

You've seen her in this white, innocent lingerie five times now. The first, of course, was on your wedding night, the next three the first time she slept with each of the three men she's cuckolded you with.

And now tonight, as she gets dressed for dinner with a client.

"'re wearing that to dinner?" you ask her, surprised, this wasn't planned or expected.

"I am," she says looking shyly at you.

"But...I thought...he's...I mean..."

"I'll be home late," she says, "I won't spend the night, but it might be late."

"I...I'll wait," you say nervously.

"You're such a good husband," she says, adjusting her stocking, "the best really."

"Do you need anything?" you ask, "can I...can I pack anything?"

"No," she said softly, knowing what you were asking.

"You're sure?" you asked, voice shaking.

"You promise you'll wait up?"

"I...I can...I mean...when you get home?"

"Yes, love, yes you can."

Saturday, April 6, 2019


It's simple, dear. Either make that thing shrink on its own or I'll do it for you. The choice is yours.

Thursday, April 4, 2019


You stand in the corner, silent, a pair of your wife's soiled panties stuffed in your mouth as a gag. You're naked, vulnerable, self conscious, watching as your lingerie clad wife crawls onto another man's lap, offers her soft, round ass to him.

"Such a good girl," he says rubbing her bare ass then raising his hand, spanking one side, the other, again and again. He spanks her not because she misbehaved, but to establish his dominance over her, over you. "Look in the corner," he tells her as he alternately spanks her and massages her between her legs.

A husband, traditionally, is a wife's protector, and no real man would allow this, would allow his wife to dress like this in front someone else, would allow her to be touched like this. No real man.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019


Couples should share, right? I mean, it's helpful all around, reinforcing to all their roles in the relationship. 

The boyfriend establishes he's the leader, the dominant figure.

The wife accepts her role as a sexual plaything for the boyfriend and the separation of sex from emotion with respect to her husband.

The cuckold understands his role supporting the sexual bond between boyfriend and wife, serving both.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Baby Girl

So...on March 1, Emily and I welcomed a healthy baby girl into the world (Jillian).

The last couple of months of pregnancy were difficult, the birth was difficult, too.

But mother and baby are going very, very well now.

It was difficult enough that we are not going to have another baby, but instead be thankful for the beautify, healthy daughter we were graced to have.

Sorry to take so long to let everyone know :)

Monday, March 4, 2019


From An Alpha Female:
“Tell me why I should let you out of chastity? Give me twenty good reasons.”
I've thought about it for a good half hour and couldn't come up with one good reason, let alone twenty.

Saturday, March 2, 2019


“Please, Sir, I…I’ve been trying for weeks now; look, ten minutes, it’s still soft,” she begged when she her master reach for the cage.

“I see, pet,” he smiled, “and that’s certainly praiseworthy, but you know my rules.”

“I…I just thought…”

“You thought?” he raised an eyebrow.

She swallowed, lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, but still continued. “If…if I can stay like this, maybe…maybe we…maybe we don’t need that, maybe...maybe I could just stay, you know, out.”

He stared at her for a good minute before speaking. “And this is why sissy boys don’t think unless told to think,” he finally said. “The rules about this are simple, pet, and they purposefully don’t involve thinking. A sissy’s clit is never for her sexual pleasure; a sissy’s clit is expected to remain soft at all times; and a sissy is not to be trusted. Tell me, what happened last month? You remember, don’t you?”

“That…I…it accident."

“Two minutes unsupervised in the shower, pet,” he growled. “Two minutes while I answered the door. What happened.”

“Sir, I…” she looked down.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“I…I touched it.”

“She touched it. With soap and a wash cloth to clean it as instructed? She touched it for hygiene purposes only?”

“N…no,” she whispered.

"Well it remained soft and limp like a good girl, at least?”

“No,” she said again.

“Two minutes for a girl to forget her training? Surely if it grew, at least she remembered she was a girl and touched it with the tip of a finger, no?”

“N…no, Sir,” she said.

“No indeed, slut, no indeed. Two minutes alone and she has an erect clit in her hand, pretending she’s a man. A year of training and tempted for two minutes, left unsupervised and unsecured for two minutes and can’t help pretending she’s a man.”

“Sir,” she started to say.

“No, little girl, no indeed. I will not repeat that mistake with you ever again and you’ll never be left unsupervised with an unsecured clit ever again. Never, little girl, never.”

Friday, March 1, 2019


Your wife could have swallowed her bull’s cum, but instead she let it leak out back onto his cock so you can enjoy every drop when you lick him clean under her watchful eye.

Thursday, February 28, 2019


She knew sharing cock with her cuckold was an important, almost crucial step, in establishing the new roles for their marriage. It wasn’t simply about her taking a lover, it was about redefining her husband’s place, too, for both of them.

Once he did this, once he submitted like this, he would never see himself as a traditional husband; he would never assume if he only tried harder, he could satisfy her sexually; and he would never try to be dominant again.


I saw her looking at me, harness in her eyes, I wanted to cover up, but knew that would only make things worse.

“It appears your stocking top are not straight,” she glared, speaking in her firm, formal voice.
“I…I’m sorry, Ma’am,” I said, swallowing on that last word, still not used to referring to my wife in that manner.
“It certainly is not difficult for a sissy to straighten her stockings, is it?” she asked.
“No, Ma'am, I...I’ll do better,” I promised.
The corners of her mouth turned down, a sure sign she was more than annoyed, that she was angry. “And I presume you'll do better that?” she pointed, nose wrinkled in disgust.
“I…I wasn’t finished dressing,” I said, the same defense to my stockings. “I…I didn’t think you’d…that you’d be home so soon.”
“As if that’s an excuse,” she sneered. “I don’t recall a ‘Mistress is not present in the home so I can swell’ exception. Did I miss that?”
“N…no, Ma’am,” I said looking down.
She said nothing, just glared. Finally spoke. “Get the cage,” she said.
“Ma’am, please, I…I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh, there’s an ‘I didn’t mean to’ exception?”
“No. No, Ma’am,” I said.
“What is the rule for that thing?”
“No…no erections without permission, Ma'am,” I swallowed
“No erections without permission,” she repeated. “And did you have permission for an erection?”
“No, Ma’am,” I said softly.
“And the consequence for an erection without permission?”
“Ch…chastity,” I said in a whisper.
“It is a simple rule with a simple, natural consequence. How long has it been like that?” she demanded. “And no lying.”
“Please,” I begged.
“How long?” she glared at me.
“I…I don’t know,” I stammered.
“Well I’ve been gone an hour, should I assume the entire time?”
“No!” I almost shouted, tried again, “no. T…ten minutes, Ma'am, I...I swear,” I said. I was terrified, the rule was a week in chastity for every minute. A week in chastity for every minute I was erect.
“If you are lying, pet, I’ll double the hour," she said.
Double the hour? One hundred twenty weeks? Over two years? Ten weeks would be bad enough. "I’m not, I swear,” I said. “Ten minutes, just…just since I started getting dressed.”
She looked at me, at my improperly adjusted stockings and I saw she believed me.
“Well it’s eleven minutes now,” she looked at her watch. “Get an ice pack and the cage.”
I hurried out of the room, did as instructed, getting the ice first so I was soft when I came back two minutes later. “Thirteen minutes, then,” she said looking at her watch again. “Three months, into spring.”
Three months would be the longest I’d been locked to date and I knew I’d do every week, every day, every minute.

Friday, February 22, 2019


It was so difficult, wasn't it. Six months in chastity, six months locked, confined, denied orgasm. Six month of being penetrated instead of penetrating. Six months, the only pleasure from the pleasure you gave to her.

Six months, desperate to cum.

You felt it happening one night, felt the feeling starting to wash over you, felt like you would burst.

You felt it, remembered her promise, remembered her words.

Thursday, February 21, 2019


A man wants her to dress in the pretty lingerie and suck his cock.

A sissy wants to wear the pretty lingerie and suck his cock.

See the differences?


Just because she's 36 weeks pregnant doesn't mean I can't dress up as a pretty sissy and wait on her hand and foot.

Monday, January 28, 2019


Anonymous asked, in a recent post, if I was missing those days or if the post was a sign that I've started to enjoy them again?

Right now, in the middle of her pregnancy, those days are still behind us. But I miss them. I miss them terribly. And so does she.

I miss watching her get dressed for a date with a man.

I miss seeing her all dolled up, knowing it's to tease me but please him.

I miss her sucking a man's cock, the sheer and utter joy she has taking a man in her mouth.

I miss hearing her fucked, knowing she has a man's cock inside her, taking her possessing her.

And I miss her sitting on my face and telling me all about it while I lick her clean.

Friday, January 25, 2019


He insisted on it, early, almost from the beginning.

"But he's not into men," she protested, "I don't see why..."

"To teach him his place," her lover said, "and to reinforce that to you as well."

She didn't understand but went along as she generally did. If her bull insisted on something, she'd do it, if possible.

But seeing it, watching it, guiding his mouth onto her lover's cock, she got it. She fully got it.

Gay or straight, it didn't matter, a cuckold must learn to please his wife's lover, must learn to kneel, to submit.

Monday, January 21, 2019

Life Choices

Face down, a big, black cock pounding into their ass pussy might cause some boys might ponder their life choices, to wonder how they got here.

And as they question those choices, as the shock turns to pleasure, many instead grab onto the man on top of them as the words 'no, no' turn into 'yes, yes' followed by 'don't stop' and 'harder, harder.'

Watching her husband's limits melt away.

"I didn't think he'd ever do it," she says, watching her husband take a man's hard cock in his mouth, "I mean...he said...he always said no."

"It takes the right kind of motivation," he bull said confidently. "I told you, didn't I, the power of chastity."

"I...I just never promised to unlock him?"

"Promise? One doesn't promise a cuckold anything. I merely explained my rule."

"Which is?"

"I won't even let him ask to be unlocked until he's given a hundred blows jobs."

"Alex!" she exclaimed.

"Rules are rules," he said, "rules are rules. Now let's leave these two alone; he might be able to knock out his first two or three tonight."

Monthly Try

Seems generous, doesn't it, letting her husband try to squirt once a month. Of course, from experience she knows it's about half the time he needs, so her generosity is really more a torment. But he can't complain she won't let him try.