Notes from Her Bull - Part 2 (Patreon)

Do you remember last Tuesday? Do you remember my visit, cuck?

I was there when you got home from work. Ella and I were on the couch. We were fooling around a little. Some kissing. Some touching. My dick was already hard, but I hadn't yet given your beautiful wife permission to take it out. She kept asking, though. She can't really help herself when she gets horny.

I remember how excited you were to see me. In the way a cuck gets excited to see his wife's bull because he knows he's about to live out his fantasy. And it is your fantasy to watch your wife get fucked by a better man, right cuck? To see her cum on a much bigger cock than the one you've got between your legs? To hear her beg me to fuck her harder, to hear her beg me to cum inside her married pussy? You love all of that, don't you cuck?

Yeah, of course you do. That's why you're so eager to do whatever it takes to make your cuckolding happen. That's why you're so eager to do as you're told, even if you get just a little bit uncomfortable when I order you around.

That's why you stripped when I told you to. That's why you presented your naked body and that little dick of yours. That's why you got on your knees when I ordered you to. That's why you took off your wife's panties, spread her legs, and put your fingers in her pussy to do a wet check for me.

I knew she was wet. You knew she was wet. She knew she was wet. Of course she was wet. She gets wet just thinking about me, cuck. She gets wet thinking about how good it's going to feel when I take her pussy, when I fill her, when I stretch her out, when I bottom out inside her.

It felt good to make you check, though. To make you look up at me and tell me that your wife was wet and ready for my big cock. It feels good to exert my power when I'm in the house, in no small part because it turns you wife on when I do it.

Want to know something, cuck? Ella actually told me that it turns her on when I order you around. She told me after you'd left the living room. After I ordered you to start preparing dinner for us. She told me she doesn't know why but it makes her so wet when I take control and order her cuck husband around.

Did you enjoy making us dinner while I fucked your wife? Did you enjoy listening to her wild moans while she bounced on my dick on your couch? Did you enjoy that I'd deprived you of the pleasure of watching the thing you enjoy most in the world?

I think you did. I think you like that I've taken more control. I think you like how unpredictable it can be.

I can be generous too, though. I was generous when I let you clean my load out of her pussy, wasn't I? I was generous when I let you give her an orgasm after you'd licked my thick cum out of her, wasn't I?

You know what I enjoyed most? When Ella made you thank me for the privilege of cleaning my cum out of her. That was hot, cuck. She's coming around. She's getting into it. She likes the bull/cuck interplay. She likes it a lot and I think she's going to lean into it even more in the future.

I think we both know you like it too and I think we both know that you love that your wife is so into it. After all, your dick was hard as a rock as you looked up at me and thanked me for letting you clean my superior cum out of your wife's pussy.

I'll be seeing you soon, cuck. Your wife texted today. She said she needs me, that she's desperate for me, that she loves your tongue but that nothing comes close to satisfying her the way my cock does.

So don't worry, soon enough you'll be a cuckold once more.

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There are experiences I'll never have as a bull.

For instance, I'll never know what it's like to be on my knees at the foot of the bed with a perfect view of another man's unprotected cock moving in and out of my wife's pussy.

I'll never know what it's like to look into my wife's eyes as another man takes her from behind. I'll never know what it's like to hear my wife tell me that the man fucking her is better than I am, that he stretches her pussy like she needs, that he satisfies her like I've never been able to satisfy her.

I'll never know what it's like to eat my wife's pussy with the express purpose of getting her wet so another man can fuck her. I'll never know what it's like to get turned on at that notion, either.

I'll never know what it's like to watch my wife sit on another man's cock. I'll never know what it's like to hear her moan as another man's cock fills her and stretches her. I'll never know what it's like to watch and to understand that I'm a sexually inferior man that simply cannot give my wife what her bull gives her.

I'll never know what it's like to crawl between my wife's legs and see another man's cum leaking out of her. I'll never know what it's like to put my tongue in her pussy and scoop up that cum. I'll never know what it's like to lick another man's cum from my wife's pussy while she's busy kissing that other man and telling him how much she loves his cock and how good it makes her feel.

I'll never know what it's like to place another man's cock in my wife's pussy. To wrap my fingers around the base of his thick shaft and direct the head between her labia. I'll never know what it's like to maintain my grip on that cock until my wife has fully impaled her cunt on it. I'll never know what it's like to hear another man call me a 'good cuck' for doing as I was told.

You know what all of that is like though, don't you cuck? I'll bet you're especially familiar with the last one. Does it still come to mind, cuck? Do you still think about me instructing you to put my cock in your wife's pussy? Are you still thinking about the way she moaned when I gave the instruction? Does it make you tingle when you think about it, cuck? Does it make your little dick hard when you think that you actually wrapped your fingers around another man's cock and guided him into your wife's wet, needy pussy?

I hope you're still thinking about it. I also hope you understand that it won't be the last time you touch my cock. I know that might be scary, cuck, but it feels good to make you do things you don't necessarily want to do. It feels good to make you submit. So good that I can't really resist. So get ready for more, cuck.

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Last night was humiliating, wasn't it, cuck? Unexpected too, I would imagine.

It wasn't entirely my idea. Ella suggested it. Well, she suggested that we find some way to punish you. I came up with the specifics.

I'm not sure you realize how upset she was that you masturbated without her. She likes making you cum. Every once in a while she likes letting you fuck her so you can cum. She was quite clear that she doesn't like it when you cum without her, though.

You just couldn't help yourself, though. It had been four days since you'd cum and you were pent up. You told her you wanted an orgasm and she turned you down because she was busy. She told you to wait another day, that she'd make sure you had a good orgasm.

You couldn't wait. You masturbated without her. You came without her. You confessed like a good cuck, but you didn't understand that degree to which you'd disappointed her.

Ella called me that night. She told me she was surprised at the anger she felt. She told me she wanted to punish you. She asked me to help her with that. I told her I'd take care of it.

You weren't expecting it, were you? You thought my visit to your home would be like any other. You thought I'd order you around a little bit and I'd fuck your wife to multiple orgasms before cumming inside her.

I did all of that, of course, but there was that little extra bonus, wasn't there?

You can still feel it, can't you? The pain. The humiliation. I know you can, cuck. I know you can feel it. I think the fact that the whole thing was so unexpected certainly made it much more humiliating.

You'd been so good that night. You'd worshiped her pussy to get her nice and wet. You'd helped undress me. You'd watched your wife suck my cock like a good girl. You'd listened to her moan and watched her mouth move up and down my shaft as she played with my balls. You'd even been offered the pleasure of a few cock-flavored kisses with your wife and she was quite generous in offering her tongue during those kisses.

We went to the bedroom. You took your usual place on your knees at the foot of the bed. Ella crawled into the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs, giving you a beautiful view of her pussy.

You thought I'd climb into the bed and take her, or that perhaps I'd instruct you to guide my cock inside her. I didn't, though. I had something else in mind.

I ordered you to stand and place your hands on the bed. You hesitated. You knew something was up. Ella told you to follow my instructions, to act like a good cuck and do as you were told.

You stood. You placed your hands on the bed. I stepped behind you. I told you that Ella was far more disappointed than you could have possibly imagined by your inability to refrain from masturbating. I told you that she'd requested that I help her punish you.

That's when you looked over your shoulder. I can still remember the look in your eyes, cuck. There was fear, though I suspect it wasn't because you feared pain. Instead, I think you feared the humiliation you were about to experience. I think you felt regret, too, for having masturbated. I hadn't even punished you and you were already awash in that beautiful sense of regret.

"Look at me," Ella said.

You turned your head. You looked at your wife. You saw her smile.

Then you felt the pain. The pain of my hand coming down on your ass. The pain of being spanked by your wife's bull. The pain of the humiliation that accompanied the spanking.

You lasted two swats before you stood up. Two swats before it was too much. You couldn't stand any more.

"Take your punishment or get out," Ella said.

She was serious. You could see it on her face. I could see it. There was no question she was deadly serious. You had a choice to make. You could give up witnessing your cuckolding and the pleasure of cleaning my cum from her pussy or you could take the spanking I'd decided to give you.

You put your hands on the bed once more. You gave in. You surrendered. Ella smiled. She reached between her legs. She slipped two fingers into her wet pussy.

"Spank him," she said. "Spank my cuckold husband. Punish him for being a bad boy and cumming without me."

I grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled tight to keep you in place. I spanked you as your wife watched and masturbated. I delivered another eight swats against your ass cheeks, reddening them quite nicely. I put you in your place. I humiliated you. I made you suffer. I punished you quite suitably for your transgression.

I released your hair and ordered you back to your knees. You grabbed your ass, rubbed it, and sank down to your position at the foot of the bed.

"Don't ever cum without me," Ella said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded. You told her you understood. Her message had gotten through.

You looked a little shell-shocked as I crawled into the bed with your wife. We both looked down at you as she stroked my cock and I fingered her pussy.

You were humiliated. Embarrassed. Stunned, even. What man wouldn't have been? After all, you'd just been spanked by your wife's bull. Spanked hard, too.

You learned your lesson though, didn't you? You don't want to be punished again, do you? Of course you don't. What man would want to suffer that sort of humiliation a second time?

You enjoyed the rest of the night. We made sure of that. You got to watch your wife cum over and over on my cock. You got to watch me cum inside her twice. You got to clean two loads out of her.

And then she let you fuck her, cuck. She let you slide your little dick inside her wet, stretched out, well-used pussy. She let you fuck her and you unloaded after just a dozen strokes. You came so hard, cuck. The look on your face was pure pleasure.

You cleaned your mess from Ella's pussy and then left to prepare us a snack like a good cuck.

All told, it was a great night for me. To be honest, I wouldn't mind if you decided to misbehave again. There was something invigorating about punishing you, cuck, and I wouldn't be against doing it again.

That's up to you, though. I suspect you won't misbehave like that again, though. I suspect you'll be a good cuck from here on out.