The following story is a fantasy I thought up and related to Master while rubbing his cock. It hasn’t happened yet, and I don’t know if it ever will. We’re having difficulty finding a suitable woman to cuck me with. I’m sure she’ll come, but I’m not holding my breath. The themes for this particular fantasy include cuckqueaning, humiliation, orgasm denial and watersports. Enjoy. 🙂 Amber-Wine‘s Writing
It was a lovely hotel room. An inviting queen sized bed stood in its centre; the bathroom was separated from the bedroom by a wall of glass, allowing very little privacy to those on either side of it; the floor was, I noted, carpeted, therefore friendly on knees and hands. I didn’t know what occasion we were celebrating, but I certainly had no complaints. I was eager anticipating a night of fun with Master.
“There are a few rules I want you to observe while we’re here, cunt. First, you’re not allowed to use the furniture. Your place is on the floor and I don’t want you walking. Second, you do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?” Master asked while holding my chin between his thumb and first finger.
“Yes Master,” I said, falling to my hands and knees.
“Good girl. Now, no matter what happens tonight, I want you to remember who you are and what your purpose is. Tell me,” Master prompted.
“This cunt is Master’s slave and its purpose is to serve Master,” I replied, the familiar words a mantra that I could never forget.
“That’s right. Good cunt. Now, let’s get you in the mood for tonight.”
Master proceeded to give me a heady mix of teasing and pain, just the right combination that I was soon moaning and pleading with the need to cum. It wasn’t a state of mind I was unfamiliar with. Master often kept me on orgasm denial, mostly for a week at a time but sometimes longer, depending on his mood and fancy. I was allowed to beg, but I would not be allowed to cum. Master never brought me to orgasm. On the few occasions where I was allowed an orgasm, he would leave me to my own devices. He made it a point to reinforce that I was undeserving of relief at his hand, only his girlfriends were allowed to cum from the pleasure he gave them. My orgasms were mainly to keep me sane, since long periods of orgasm denial often led to crankiness. Also, we found that I was the horniest the week after an orgasm, possibly due to the fact that I could still remember its sensation. This arrangement worked out well for us, I loved how it reminded me how worthless I was.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was very much under Master’s spell when the doorbell to the hotel room rang. I didn’t know that Master had ordered or called for anything, so I wasn’t too sure what to expect.
“Remember your training, cunt,” Master said to me before getting up to open the door.
“Hello darling,” I heard a female voice say. “Is she here?”
“Yes, she is, and she hasn’t been on the bed. I’ve saved it for you,” Master responded.
My heart started to beat faster as I quickly realised who was at the door. It was Macy, Master’s latest plaything. She was one of those girls who enjoyed dating married men, and she knew that I was aware of their ‘affair’, but I never imagined that I would ever meet her. I say ‘affair’ because, the truth of the matter is that I’m a cuckquean. I love Master having the sexual freedom to have sex with whoever he chooses. He tells me about them all, of course, and I’m often made to tease myself while reading their flirtatious exchanges or looking at the sexy pictures. Master loves reminding me that I’m nothing but a piece of fuck meat, so inferior to the real women he enjoys on the side. While all of them know that he’s married, most of them don’t know that I’m well aware of their existence, and they fancy themselves his mistress in a scandalous affair.
I remained where Master had left me, kneeling with my hands behind my back. Clover clamps adorned my nipples and my clit was burning with yoko-yoko, a deep heat gel ironically used for muscular relief. It sure didn’t bring me any relief.
“Oh my god. What are those things on her nipples?” I heard. Then, I saw her. She was pretty, much prettier than in her photographs.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding. Your wife is really depraved.”
I blushed.
“What do I call her? Should I talk to her or…?”
“It’s up to you. You can call her anything you wish… slut, cunt, whore, bitch. Those are just some of the things she responds to. Or you can just ignore her and pretend she doesn’t even exist. Whatever you’re comfortable with, my dear,” Master said.
If it was possible, I died a little more inside from feeling so incredibly humiliated.
“What can I make her do?” she asked.
“Why don’t I get her to remove your shoes, wash your feet and give you a foot rub? Will that help you to relax?”
“Oh yes, I’ve been shopping all day.”
Master turned to face me. “You heard me, cunt? Run along.”
I got down on all fours and crawled to the bathroom, soaked a hand towel in warm water and wrung it dry. Then, I crawled back to Master’s girlfriend and proceeded to remove her shoes and clean her feet with the towel. As I worked on rubbing the kinks out of her feet, which I also noted were beautifully pedicured, Master and her started to kiss and fondle each other on the bed. It felt surreal to watch Master with another girl in real life. I often imagined a scene like this while edging or bringing myself to orgasm, but this was different. I felt worthless. There I was, naked, clamped, and intensely horny, and there Master was, in another woman’s arms.
“Gosh, I’m really hungry. Shall we go get some dinner, dear?” I heard her ask.
“Yes, let’s. But first, let me get this cunt occupied so we can go enjoy a nice meal undisturbed.”
Master put on my locking wrist and ankle cuffs, took off my nipples clamps amidst much whimpering, and shoved a dildo in my sopping cunt. Then, he put me in a pair of adult diapers, flipped me on my stomach and hooked my wrist and ankle cuffs together so I was effectively hogtied. He shoved a pair of my used panties in my mouth, taped it shut, and slipped a blindfold on. Finally, he covered my ears with headphones and the sound of an erotic slave hypnotism track came on.
That was how I stayed for a good hour or two. I wasn’t sure, but I went through about three tracks so I guessed it to be that long. I had emptied my bladder once and my legs were started to strain from the position. I hoped they wouldn’t be much longer.
Another half an hour or so passed before the headphones were removed. Master stroked my head and removed my cuffs and blindfold. I took the opportunity to stretch before resuming a kneeling position. The two of them looked happy and full. She held a doggy bag in one hand.
“Here’s your dinner, cunt,” she said. Then, she bent down and tore open the doggy bag so I could access the food inside. I saw some remnants of potato, chicken meat and vegetables. They were all mixed together, but I was so hungry I didn’t care whether the meal was appetising or not. Master had often trained me as a puppy, so I knew better than to be choosy. Master pulled off the tape covering my mouth and said, “Beg.”
Immediately, I moved into a squat and raised my hands to resemble a dog begging for a treat. I stuck out my tongue and started to whimper.
“Good girl. Eat.”
I stuck my face into the open doggy bag and ate whatever I could reach. I knew I looked a sight, but I could hardly care less. I didn’t think I could feel any more humiliated.
I was wrong.
Once I was done eating, Master grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me into the bathroom. He pointed at the bathtub and I promptly climbed in. Master reached in and undid the tape holding my diaper together. It came off, wet and heavy with my urine. The dildo slipped out of my slippery cunt and landed on the ceramic bottom of the bathtub with a thud.
“Pick it up and fuck yourself with it, cunt,” Master said. I obeyed.
While I did this, Master took the wet diaper and started rubbing it all over my tits, up my neck and finally my face. He cleaned my face of the remnants of my dinner with my dirty diaper, all the while telling me how dirty, worthless and disgusting I was. It’s strange, but I was so intensely turned on by what Master was doing that I nearly came. I had to stop myself before going over the edge.
“I won’t need your services tonight, cunt. My girlfriend will satisfy me sexually. You, however, will serve a different function tonight. You will be our toilet.”
I looked at Master with wide eyes, unsure if I had heard him correctly. I dared not say anything else apart from “yes Master”.
Master threw the used diaper in the rubbish bin and unzipped his pants. His cock was hard and it took him some concentrating before the urine started to flow. He pissed on my face, in my hair, showering my tits and my cunt with his urine. When he was done, I leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock before he put it away.
At this point, Master’s girlfriend was standing in the bathroom watching the entire scene unfold. Without saying a word, she lifted her skirt and took off her panties. Master handed her a silicon contraption that allowed women to pee standing. It resembled a funnel and we had purchased it together some months back as a novelty. I didn’t know he had brought it. I guess there was a lot I didn’t know. Her pee fell on my body in a steady stream, pooling between my knees. When she was done, she grabbed a face towel, wiped herself and then pushed it in my mouth.
“Keep it there,” she said.
I knelt in the bathtub that contained a mixture of Master his girlfriend’s piss while I watched them shower in the adjoining shower area (it was a big bathroom), all the while making out and touching each other. When they were done, they toweled off with one towel. Master threw the same towel at me and told me to lie down and use it as a blanket.
“Yes Master,” I replied, lying down and pulling the towel over me.
From the bathtub, I could see Master and his girlfriend have sex on the bed. He went at it for a long time, probably longer than he ever bothered to with me. When we fucked, he used my cunt as a receptacle. Sometimes, he would fuck me longer so that I would be desperate to cum. He enjoyed watching me force my body to relax while he pounded in me and took pleasure from my non-orgasming cunt. Sometimes, he would make me go down on him until he was almost ready to cum, then he would push himself into me and cum within a few strokes. He used those occasions to teach me that my pleasure meant nothing. This was different. He fucked her really slowly and for very long. I couldn’t help but feel jealous, yet I knew that the very thing that drove him was not her, but my abject degradation.
Master’s girlfriend left after they finished fucking. He never lets them stay the night. Master came into the bathroom and peed on me again for good measure before cleaning me up and telling me to get in bed with him. I licked the taste of her off his cock before curling up in his arms and falling asleep. My pussy was stewing, but I knew that I would not be allowed any release. I was, after all, just his worthless, yet very precious, cuck.