A Wicked Domme - Before and After Cuck Teasing (Patreon)

You’re not her boyfriend. You’re not her husband. You’ll never be either. You’re just a toy to her. You’re a toy for her to play with. You’re a means for her to experience the dominant pleasures she craves. You come when she calls. You do as you’re told. She takes what she needs from you and sends you home. Enjoy.

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"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” your domme asks as she lifts her skirt and shows you her pussy.

It looks perfect. She shaved in the shower and there’s a small strip of hair about her clit. Everything else is smooth and soft-looking. In that moment, all you want is to taste her pussy. You want her to grant you the privilege of tasting her cunt.

“Yes, mistress,” you answer.

She’s close enough that you can smell the perfume she dabbed just above her pussy. She likes it to smell good when her lover goes down on her. She likes him to be utterly enchanted with her pussy just like you are. The only difference is that he actually gets to fuck her while you remain denied.

“Does it turn you on, cuckold?” she asks. “Does it excite you to see my pussy?”

You look up at your mistress. She’s exquisitely beautiful. She’s done her hair and makeup to be as seductive as possible. She wants to drive her lover wild with desire.

“Yes, mistress. Thank you for letting me see your perfect pussy,” you answer.

“You’re welcome, cuckold,” she replies.

Your mistress drops the hem of her dress and her pussy disappears from view. She’s not wearing any panties. They’d only hit the floor the moment she and her lover reached the bedroom so there’s no point in even putting them on.

“Does it make you jealous that another man gets to fuck my pussy tonight?” your domme asks. “Do you wish I’d let you inside me?”

You know your mistress will never let you inside her. She’s made that perfectly clear from the start. Your cock doesn’t deserve her pussy. You’re too small. You cum far too quickly. You’re not enough of a man to deserve entrance to her body. You’ll never be enough of a man to deserve that.

“Yes, mistress. I can’t help but feel jealous. You know I love your pussy. You know I crave it. I’ve never felt it around my cock, but I can’t help but want it,” you admit.

Your mistress squats in front of you and reaches up to caress your face. Her touch is soft and soothing.

“You understand that you will never, ever deserve to fuck me, don’t you?” she asks in a calm, quiet voice.

“Yes, mistress,” you say.

“You understand that your pathetic excuse for a dick has no business being in any pussy, let alone mine, right?”

“Yes, mistress,” you say as your cock throbs.

“You understand that you were born to serve the needs of your superiors, right? You understand that letting you serve me is a gift I’ve given you, and that you don’t deserve any other gifts from your mistress, right?”

You feel yourself descending deeper into subspace. She’s right. Of course she’s right. Serving your mistress makes you happier than anything ever has.

“Yes, mistress,” you say. “Thank you for letting me serve you. Thank you so much.”

She stands and points to the floor.

“Kiss my boots,” she says.

You drop to the floor and kiss her leather boots. The distinct smell fills your nose. You press your lips against the leather and kiss. You make sure not to leave any moisture behind. You kiss her boots all over as she quietly laughs at you.

“You’re pathetic,” she says with a hint of vitriol in her voice. “You’d do absolutely anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” you say before moving to her other foot and kissing her sexy leather boot.

“Enough,” she says.

You sit up once more. Your mistress turns around and lifts her dress. She exposes her perfect ass and you stare at it. A sense of warm happiness spreads through your body as you admire her naked flesh.

“Kiss my ass,” she says.

You lean forward and plant soft kisses on her ass. Her flesh is warm. You let your lips linger against it. You enjoy the pleasant scent emanating from her body. It must be the soap she used in the shower.

“Spread my ass cheeks,” your mistress says.

You reach up and spread her ass cheeks. You stare at her asshole. It’s beautiful in every way.

“Beg for it,” she demands.

“Please, mistress, may I worship your asshole? May I kiss your perfect, beautiful asshole? May I make you feel good by using my tongue on your asshole?”

“You may,” your domme says.

You press your face between her ass cheeks, close your eyes, and worship her asshole. You feel the wrinkled flesh against your tongue. You feel her cheeks close around your face as you release them from your grasp. You feel the most perfect kind of joy when your mistress moans. Your tongue is making her feel good. You’re being a good boy.

She reaches back. You hear the lust in her voice as she says, “Lick my shithole, cuck. Lick that nasty little hole and show me that you know your place. Show me that you’re little more than a piece of shit for me to use when I desire it. Show me that you know your needs don’t exist in my house. Show me that you’re nothing more than a tool for my pleasure.”

You push your tongue into her asshole. You taste her insides. You let her dirty talk drive you to do dirty things. You relish the opportunity to lick the tight, beautiful anus of this woman that controls you. You submit to her.

“That’s enough,” your domme says as she pushes your head away from her asshole and lets her dress fall once more.

She spins around, points to the floor at the foot of the bed, and says, “Sit, right there, with your hands behind your back.”

You sit against the elegant wooden bed frame at the foot of the bed and put your hands behind your back.

Your mistress retrieves a pair of handcuffs from her dresser drawer. She kneels beside you. She cuffs you to the bed frame. There will be no escape until she returns. You’re stuck there until she deigns to release you from the cuffs.

Your mistress stands in front of you and lifts her dress. She rubs her pussy. She pushes two fingers inside. She moans.

She removes her fingers. They glisten with her juices. She rubs them over your lips.

“Enjoy your night, cuckold,” she says before turning and leaving the room.

You lick your lips. You taste your mistress. Your cock throbs. You feel grateful for the chance to be in her life. You hope she won’t be gone for too long.

You lose track of time as you wait on the floor. Your wrists get sore. Your cock goes soft eventually. Precum continues to drip from the tip. You make a puddle on the bedroom floor.

You’re not sure how long your mistress is gone, but she returns eventually. She walks into the bedroom with a smile on her face. Her hair and makeup is far messier than when she left. You know why. You know what happened. You know someone else fucked her.

“He likes it a little bit rough,” your domme says. “I like it that way too.”

She approaches you with a seductive smile on her face and a sensual sway in her hips. You look up as she stands in front of you.

“Do you want to see my pussy?” she asks.

“Yes, mistress,” you reply. “Please let me see your pussy. Let me see your perfect, freshly-fucked cunt.”

Your domme lifts her dress slowly. She reveals her soft thighs. She reveals just a hint of her labia. Finally, she reveals her pussy.

It looks battered. Her labia are pink and exceptionally puffy. The area around her pussy is red from the hard pounding her lover no doubt gave her. Everything is wet.

Your mistress slips two fingers inside her pussy, just like she did before she left. She pulls them out, bends over, and rubs her fingers over your lips. You know it’s not just her juices this time.

“You may lick your lips,” she says.

You do as you’re told. You taste her lover’s cum on your lips. You savor it the saltiness. You savor the reward your mistress has given you.

“Thank you, mistress,” you say.

“For what?” she asks as a sly smile crosses her face.

“For letting me taste your lover’s cum,” you reply. “For letting me consume even a little of the seed of a superior man that’s permitted to fuck you. Thank you for letting me share in the joy of the pleasure you experienced this evening.”

Your domme smiles. “He is a superior man,” she says. “Far superior to you. He’s better looking. He’s in better shape. He’s taller. His cock is far bigger and he most definitely knows how to use it. He knows how to take me to a place of the purest, finest bliss. He knows how to fuck me in a way that makes my head spin. He knows how to make me forget about everything other than the thrill of having his cock inside me and his body on top of me.”

You wish you were a man like that. You wish you could fuck a woman to a blissful state. You wish you could do anything other than disappoint a woman with your cock. You wish you could fuck someone for more than a minute without cumming. You wish you weren’t such a sexual disappointment.

You are, though. That’s why you’re so thankful for your mistress. She sees that you have value, even if it’s extremely limited. She sees that you’re willing to do as you’re told and suffer even extreme forms of abuse. She sees it and she takes advantage of it so you both benefit.

Your mistress stands over you and slowly squats. Your cock is hard once more and you feel a genuine, inescapable sense of excitement as her pussy nears your crotch. For a fleeting moment you entertain the notion that she’s going to sit on your dick and take you inside her. You know it’s insane, but your brain puts the idea in your head anyway. It’s unavoidable.

Your beautiful domme laughs at you. “You think I’m going to fuck you, don’t you?”

“I can’t help it,” you say. “I know it’s not going to happen, but I can’t help but want it.”

She grabs a handful of your hair and leans closer. “It’s never, ever going to happen. Other women might break and give you a pity fuck at some point, but I’m never going to do that. You will never, ever enter my body. You will never feel the exquisite pleasure of my pussy. You will always be denied that joy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” you say.

“Open your mouth,” your domme demands.

You open your mouth. She smiles and works her mouth for a moment. Then she leans forward and spits. Some of it lands in your mouth. Some of it lands on your chin.

“Swallow,” she says.

You swallow her spit. It’s gross, and yet your cock throbs harder.

“Thank you, mistress,” you say.

“For what?” she asks.

“For giving me the gift of your fluid. Thank you for letting me swallow your spit,” you answer.

You feel something drip onto your cock. You look down. Her dress blocks your view.

“That’s his cum,” your mistress says. “A superior man’s cum is coating your cock. It’s dripping out of the pussy you’ll never fuck and covering you pathetic excuse for a dick.”

It feels good. You should be grossed out, but you’re not. Instead, you’re turned on. You love that your cock is now coated with her lover’s cum. You love that it’s coated with the result of her willingness to let someone else have her pussy while steadfastly denying you access.

Your mistress smiles as the cum drips out of her pussy and onto your cock.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it? It thrills you that someone else’s spunk has coated your cock, doesn’t it?” she asks.

“Yes, mistress,” you say.

She reaches between her legs. When her fingers return, they’re coated in cum.

“Open up, cuckold,” she says.

You open your mouth. She presses her fingers onto your tongue. You taste the other man’s seed.

“Are you a cum slut for me?” your domme asks.

You nod.

“Do you crave the seed of a real man?” she asks.

You nod again.

“Suck it off my fingers. Suck his cum off my fingers and swallow it like the little cum piggy you are. Be the disgusting cuckold slut we both know you are and eat his seed,” your domme demands.

You do as you’re told. You do it without hesitation. You suck his hot cum from her fingers. You suck up his cum because it turns you on. You suck his cum because she told you. You swallow. More of him is in your stomach.

Your mistress spreads your legs and kneels between them. You look down and see that your cock is completely coated in thick cum.

She wraps her fingers around your hard little shaft. She strokes you slowly. It sounds sloppy. It feels better than anything has ever felt.

“Do you like that?” your domme asks.

“Yes, mistress,” you answer.

Like doesn’t begin to describe your feelings. You love it. Being jerked off with his cum as your lubrication is a kind of pleasure so perfect it can’t be described.

“Thank you, mistress,” you say.

She strokes you faster. You look down. You see that his cum is making a slick white mess on your cock. It seems to be getting creamier as she jerks you off, like when you whip egg whites. It no longer looks like cum. It looks like a bright white cream.

None of that matters, though. What matters is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your legs are twitching. Your balls are tight. Your loins are filled with a kind of tingling pleasure that you wish you could spend the rest of your life experiencing.

Then she stops. You look down. You feel a sense of panic. You’re inclined to beg her to finish, but you know better. You look up at your mistress and plead with your eyes.

She uses her fingers to gather the messy white cream that his cum has turned into. She shows it to you.

“Open up,” your mistress says.

You open your mouth, though you’re not nearly as excited this time. The cream in her hands is made from his cum and some of your precum, but it doesn’t look appetizing.

She puts her fingers in your mouth. “Suck them clean, you nasty little bitch,” she says.

You do as you’re told. The taste and texture are unpleasant. That doesn’t stop you, though. You need to do as you’re told. You need to serve your mistress. You need to make her happy.

“You’re eating another man’s cum,” she says. “You’re a pathetic cum eating cuckold. You’re a disgusting little cum pig. You’re nothing more than a cum dumpster.”

Your cock throbs as she humiliates you. You crave more of it.

“I was never going to let you cum,” she says. “You haven’t earned an orgasm. All you did was sit around all night like a prisoner. All that you’ve earned is the chance to consume the seed of a real man.”

You swallow her lover’s seed. The aftertaste is strong and rather unpleasant. It doesn’t matter. You’ve done as your mistress desired. You’ve been a good boy.

“Thank you, mistress,” you say. “Thank you for feeding me his cum.”

“You’re welcome, cuck,” she says.

Your mistress stands and retrieves the keys to the cuffs. She unlocks you. You rub your wrists and soothe the ache.

“Get out of my house,” she says. “Get dressed outside. I don’t want you in my home for a second longer than is necessary. Get out, now.”

Her cruelty arouses you. You gather your clothes and rush out of the house. She slams the door behind you. You get dressed on the front steps. Your cock is still hard. You can still taste the other man’s cum in your mouth.

You can’t wait to come back.