My Cuckquean Story happened on a Sunday way back when a Cuckquean Story was Taboo. The Cuckquean Story takes place back then I was submissive. At just 20 years old, I was taking my first steps in BDSM and arguably a pretty insecure girl. I had met a couple of Dominants (a man and a woman) and that day I was going to their house to have our first session. It would be the first time I would see them in person, even though we had been talking (virtually) for a month. What happened that day I can never forget.
My Cuckquean Story Begins
There I was, walking in a hurry through the wide streets of my city. I was wearing a black dress, loose and quite short, which with the wind rose slightly, hinting at the silhouette of my behind. The hair tied up, as my Masters had asked me and some black sandals. I was walking very fast, I had been told that if I was late, I would be punished and the idea was terrifying.
As I passed a corner, a man driving a car looked at me with his pathetic “mmm, how sensual you are I like this Cuckquean Story” face and yelled at me with rudeness. I must admit that even though I look like a quiet and shy girl, I am a very bastard. Then I yelled at him: “Why don’t you come over here and repeat that? You asshole!” Your now in my Cuckquean Story.
Not sure but me thumping him would make a very different type of Cuckquean Story. I will continue on with this Cuckquean Story so you can continue to read the type of Cuckquean Story you enjoy. After all its this type of Cuckquean Story you have come here to read.
My Cuckquean Story Continues
I continued on my way until I finally reached the house and the start of my Cuckquean Story. I rang the doorbell of the building and stood there waiting, feet together and hands behind. My heart was pounding, I was incredibly nervous.
I began to remember all the conversations I had had with them before this meeting. It had been two weeks since they let me masturbate. I remembered the photos they had me take a few days ago, in very… revealing poses. I can’t help but bite my lip as I think about this, for some strange reason whenever I like something, I bite my lip and I can’t help it.
After an eternal 5 minutes, the elevator doors opened. I saw that woman come out first. She had dark red hair, long to the waist, wearing tight black clothes and high heels. She will be the star of this Cuckquean Story.Behind her came her husband, the co star of this Cuckquean Story, Mr. Black.
He was quite taller than she was, about six feet. He had shoulder-length, black hair. He was wearing a black suit.
This powerfully caught my attention. Who wears a suit at home? Thais the subject to be covered in another Cuckquean Story. I became abstracted in my mind and when I returned to reality, they were in front of me, opening the door of the building.
I swallowed my saliva and my lips suddenly went dry. I had the urge to run away but was paralyzed.This is my Cuckquean Story.
-Hello Ana! -said the Lady, with a small smile, staring at me with her blue eyes-
-Ho … Hello – I gave a little nervous laugh-
-Come on, don’t be shy! Go ahead, we’ve been waiting for you! -The Lord said as he held the door and stepped aside for me to pass-
I walked behind them and got into the elevator. You know that there is always an awkward silence in the elevators. No matter where in the world you live, it will always be like this. This was no exception. I had entered last and, therefore,
I was in front of them, turning my back on them. At one point I turned my head a little to see their faces and noticed that they were trying to hide their smile. They looked at each other with a knowing look and held hands.
The elevator finally reached the 11th floor, the doors opened and we entered the apartment. It was a normal home, the only striking thing was that they had archery elements in their living room. Yes, as strange as it sounds: they had bows and arrows. I was shocked for a few seconds looking around me, analyzing every detail.
-Ana, are you ready? -said the Lord in her deep voice-
-Yes, Master -I said in a trembling voice-
-I’m not your Master yet, call me “Lord” understood?
-Yes, L … Sir.
At that moment I see that the Lady is going to another room, while he remains sitting on the sofa, looking me up and down. He seemed to be analyzing me, like when a predator inspects his prey.
-Come here -the Lord said to me and stretched out his hand on the chair-
-Yes, Lord -I nodded and sat next to him, with my legs together and looking down-
-No, sit up here -he pointed his legs-
I swallowed hard and bit my lips. I sat on his legs and he put his hands on my hips, grabbed me with a little force and pulled me closer. At that moment I could feel, with my butt, a lump between his legs. My heart began to beat strongly and my breathing accelerated, what does the Lord want to do to me? Why is the Lady taking so long? And why, if I am scared, I’m so wet?
I was afraid that the Lady would come back and see us in that position. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. While thinking about her, she came into the room dragging a leash across the floor.
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Whip me till red marks appear on my rump. Pull my hair. Press my face into the pillow. Slam,ming, your, cock, in,to, me. Stretching my pussy out. Ramming your dick deep into my cunt till you hit my cervix. I cry. I scream. “It hurts sir.“ another Cuckquean Story.
Kiss me gently. Push my hair out of my face. Look me in the eyesand tell me a Cuckquean Story. Take me slowly. Tell me I am beautiful. Watch tears run down my checks as, I, am your Cuckquean Story.
The plot, a guy can’t sleep and goes out for a midnight stroll past a graveyard. The moon goes full and at some witching hour, all the corpses come out of their graves. The tombstones all have laudatory little scripts. Here lies Mabel Jones, beloved wife and mother. Here lies Cedric Goodfellow, the children wept at his passing, yadda yadda yadda.
The risen corpses then mystically run their hands over the cstones and erase the writing like sweeping away chalk, then using their bony fingers scribe more confessional bios. Here’s lies Thomas Smith, an adulterer and snuff addict, who beat his children. Here lies whomever, a thief and liar.
The gentleman stroller sees all this and either faints or swoons like young Goodman brown and the next morning is back home in bed. He returns to the cemetery and all the headstones are back to normal, if they ever were edited to begin with.
I can’t remember where i read this, don’t know title or author, but it is a great read. The title might be something like A MIDNIGHT STROLL PAST A CEMETERY or some such.
I arrive at the agreed time with a bottle of wine, chocolates and an envelope.
You answer the door and look amazing in black lace top, shiny black skirt, stockings and heels; your hair is pulled back away from your face and your make up is perfect and It hi lights your eyes, cheekbones and lips.
You instruct me to enter, kneel and offer my gift. I comply and say,’ this is for you,’ without hesitation you slap me across the face and say, ‘you will call me Mistress and you will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?’ I hesitate and you slap me again and say,’ is that clear? ‘
I reply, ’yes Mistress’ and you laugh and tell me to kiss your ass. As I try to kiss you walk away and say, ‘follow’ followed by,’ on your hands and knees like the dog you are.’
I crawl after you and you stop at a pile of your shoes along with polish and brushes. You tell me to strip and get ready for some fun, at y expense.
You tell me I will clean your shoes and they better be perfect but first you need your uniform. With that you produce a short frilly apron and tie it round my waist. You laugh as you say,’ you make a good bitch maid. You look ridiculous.’
I start to clean your shoes and you come back after about 10 minutes and tell me I am not working fast enough and you can provide motivation with your crop if required.I decline your offer and you laugh tell me to open my mouth and you take a sip of wine and almost as if you kiss me you dribble the wine into my mouth. I say, ‘thank you Mistress.’ You laugh, tell me how pathetic I am, you swipe me with the crop and tell me work harder.
You wander off and return when I have cleaned the shoes, you inspect them and tell me not good enough and for that I am to feel to sting of your crop on my bare bum. You tell me to lean over the back of a chair and with no warning you start cropping my ass. After a few swipes you say that I should be counting them and now you will have to start again.
You ask me what a reasonable number would be, I say, ‘ten, Mistress’ and you reply, ‘twenty it is then.’ I count out each carefully aimed hit of the crop and you deliver them without saying a word. When you finish you look very pleased with yourself and tell me to thank you or you will start again.
When I thank you you tell me I need to cool off and should go sit in the shower. The tiles are cool on my bum and it feels good. You come and tell me it is my time for a shower then you hitch up your skirt and start to pee on me, your bladder must have been full as the golden stream cascades over me, wetting my hair, filling my mouth and running down my chest.
When you finish you look at me and say,’ nothing like a nice shower to make you feel better. Now clean yourself off and your next task is on the bed. You wander off to enjoy more wine and chocolate.
After I shower and dry off I go the bed and their is a note telling me to put on a pair panties, I am deeply embarrassed my heart in pounding in my chest as I put your soiled panties on, I am feeling deep shame and compliant acceptance at the same time. You enter and say,’ you look ridiculous, I love it ! However, there is something missing.’
And you reach for your perfume and spray it on me, ‘better but still something’ with that you reach for a lipstick and apply it to my face. You giggle as you say,’ well at least you don’t need blusher bitch.’
You tell me to crawl behind you to the couch where I sit at your feet and you ruffle my hair telling me what a good bitch boy I have been. You say,’ tell me how much you love this bitch.’ I say,’ I love this a lot Mistress’.
You say,’ of course you do as you are my bitch and you will do as you are told or next time you will be wearing a butt plug with deep heat on that sissy clit you have a cheek to call a cock. And trust me, after that compliance is assured’. I say, ‘yes Mistress’
You laugh and tell me to turn around saying you have a special surprise for me being such a compliant little maggot. With that you lift up your skirt to reveal long smooth strap on. You hand me a condom and tell me to put it on your cock.
No sooner is it on then you grab my head and push the cock into my mouth. You tell me to start sucking as you hold my head and push it up and down on your cock giggling as I gag as you push your hips forward.
With my jaw aching and throat tender from the relentless pounding of your cock I feel tears well up and I start sobbing as tears roll down my face. Seeing this excites you more and pushes you on to orgasm.
You withdraw and with no regard for my well being you say coldly it was time for me to shower again and fuck off. its the end of the Cuckquean Story
After I shower and dress my head and heart are pounding with feelings of lust, shame and compliance. You show me to the door and remind me that I begged for this and now I should be careful what I wished for and I will be painfully aware of who is in control and how pathetically inadequate I am.
May didn’t usually stay over. But she was a very loyal housekeeper. So when I’d told her I had some babysitting chores she agreed to do work babysitting of her own and keep an eye on you for the night.
It was around breakfast time that I came back to the house. Still in crumpled clothes from the night before.
May was sat there in the kitchen with coffee.
“Not a peep. I think she got up to go to the bathroom a couple of times. But she never once tried the door. I had it locked of course. But she never tried it that I noticed.”
“You didn’t sleep?”
“I’m a light sleeper and I slept on the day bed near the door to her room”
“Not her room,” I corrected May with a grin.
“No sir”. She replied. “May I leave now Sir, and head home?”
I was curious to see you. I made some coffee and some toast. I pulled the tray from the cabinet and walked through a little breakfast for you.
You were already awake when I came into the room. Sat up in bed. Looking a little tired. Almost get lagged.
I presented you with the offering.
“Good morning. Eat something. I know yesterday was rough. But it’ll get easier. Have some breakfast.”
I set it down on the bed next to you. I pulled the chair from the desk over and sat at the side of your bed.
“How do you feel?” I asked as you picked up the toast and took a bite of it dry.
“How long are you going to keep me here? You know you can’t just keep me here!”
“My dear look around you. The world has gone crazy almost overnight. Nobody is thinking about where you are right now.”
“How long are you going to keep me here?”