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Cuckquean Porn – My Journey
I only realised I enjoyed Cuckquean Porn this with my current partner. We have been together 17 years and I use to have fantasies about him with other women, other women are known as cake in a Cuckquean Porn setting.
Having total trust with no insecurities within our Cuckquean Porn relationship has allowed us to explore and enjoy the Cuckquean Porn scene and the Cuckquean Scene itself.
Seeing him give pleasure and receive pleasure from other ladies while I watch turns me on immensely and I often find myself touching myself as I watch.
Just the thought of Cuckquean Porn and watching it gets me going. One thing that I would say makes me a little different to most Cuckquean Porn is the fact we refrain from actual intercourse with the other lady or cuckquean Porn cake.
Its like that’s the one thing we keep to ourselves and not share(yet). I am sure that one day it will happen and when it does I will be sure to tell you all about it right here on my Cuckquean Porn site. Just that thought gets me going too but its our only boundary for now.
Everything else is on the table and still leaves plenty of satisfying things to do and watch.
A cuckquean is a woman who is sexually aroused by her partner engaging in sex or sexual activity with another partner (the cake) with her knowledge. The pleasure derived from the activity is masochistic in nature and might include a humiliation component or the cuckquean will also actively participate in the activity in a bisexual nature.
It’s only really been a few years since I found the term Cuckquean and kind of pinpointed exactly what my ‘kink’ if it is a kink is, before that I figured I was just this sexual mishap bi/ bi curious/ experimental/ liked threesomes/ open minded and very curious girl.
I can’t actually remember how I came to find the term but i guess it is irrelevant. Looking back now I can see that I had these traits from a fairly young and early age and I will be shearing what I recall and see if anyone else can share or shared anything slightly similar to my experiences while growing up into womanhood.
I have been into the idea of being a Cuckquean for many years, and have had more then a few threesomes with previous partners. As I said before I have been in my current relationship for over seventeen years and we’ve always been honest about what we like and what we do not like. He now knows and has known for some time that this is a strong fantasy for me.
I think he still sometimes considers that it is cheating and He often says he doesn’t think he could do it in real life. But we do talk about it a real lot. We talk about particular women he finds attractive or would like to have sex with, or about even ex partners he’s had and some of the experiences he has had with them, or even just nameless faceless women whilst we have sex. I have to admit that pretending I am somebody else while we have sex is also a massive turn on for me.
I do get a little frustrated with it all being the same, and also he tells me he does it for me, he doesn’t really want to sleep with the women we talk about. So now it doesn’t have the same effect. He’s so conditioned to be a ‘good guy’ and I love him for it, but he just hasn’t quite got to grips with it not being cheating etc. What he calls his morals I think is more just society’s conditioning. He is open to trying more steps in the area as he knows I enjoy it, and would do the same for him as far as I could until I reached my limits.
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5.59 p.m.
You bite your lower lip nervously as the second hand ticks down to six o’clock. This moment is like our own rocket launch. You have been watching so much Cuckquean Porn Ten, nine, eight …
You glance in the mirror one last time and check your appearance. Hair, check. Makeup, check. Lipstick, check. Cleavage, check. You look just like the women in the Cuckquean Porn.
… six, five, four …
There is no going back. You glance at me and give a weak smile, simultaneously fragile yet courageous. This is just like Cuckquean Porn
… three, two, one
The doorbell rings, bang on 6 p.m just like in the Cuckquean Porn
You and I have named this project ‘Humble Pie’ after some Cuckquean porn you read.
It is to be a supreme test of your humility. You have requested the chance to prove yourself worthy of my collar just like the Cuckquean Porn movie you watched. This weekend will give you that opportunity. A beautiful velvet choker awaits in a box upstairs.
Humiliation and humility are very different, you have seen examples in Cuckquean Porn. The former is the imposition of shame upon one person by another. The latter is merely the expression of a lack of elevated self regard.
There will be no humiliation imposed on you this weekend. Unless, that is, your opinion of yourself is misguided. Just like the actor in the Cuckquean Porn you watched.
In which case you are not the slave for me and are just Cuckquean Porn
You open the door and curtsey.
Her name is Ellie. She has come as a favour to me. She looks you up and down with a smirk I recognize. Then she grins at me. I have seen this in Cuckquean Porn
Ellie was my sub 4 years ago. A firebrand, as much brat as sub, more slut and switch than anything else. She’s one I never really tamed. She likes to watch Cuckquean Porn
I was 45 back then and over twice her age. Our relationship was mostly bedroom-based. When it ended she became a Domme but still likes Cuckquean Porn
She kisses me, full on the lips. I catch your eye. You pick up Ellie’s suitcase from the doorstep and carry it indoors. You want her to see more Cuckquean Porn
Humble Pie was originally a feudal dish made using the lowest cuts of meat – the ‘umbles’ – after the upper classes had enjoyed the choicest parts. The lowly citizens ate pies filled with chopped or minced innards such as liver, kidney, lung and offal. It was a Cuckquean Porn book.
To eat humble pie is – as you well know – to apologize for your mistakes and, where appropriate, to ask for punishment like so many in Cuckquean Porn
All afternoon, you have been cooking and preparing dinner. Two dinners. Ours, made with the finest ingredients. Yours, made with the umbles.
Ellie and I sit down to catch up. You arrive with a silver tray. You pour two glasses of chilled champagne. You curtsey again and leave us to watch Cuckquean Porn
I know how hard this is for you. You have many kinks and love Cuckquean Porn isn’t one of them. Being dominated by a woman isn’t your kink either. Your submission is bound up in masculinity. You want to be owned by a man. And you will be. Provided you pass this test with Cuckquean Porn.
We have discussed it, of course. The fact that I have the right to enjoy other women. I have compromised. I will only have one slave. I may not even have girlfriends. But I will have the right to. They may be one-off nights. They may be kinky hook-ups. They may be affairs. They may be threesomes or moresomes with you. Or not.
I abhor jealousy. There is no reason for you to feel resentment if you are my only slave. You are dedicated to my pleasure. It is no reflection on you if I seek the spice of life. Variety is my prerogative.
If you seek to deny me pleasure, in the arms of another woman, you have failed as a slave before you’ve even begun. But I do know how hard this is for you. For six whole months we’ve been a unit. That was partly lockdown, being isolated together, and partly maintaining sexual distance from others. But you knew this moment was coming.
Ellie is a talented actress. She’s playing her role to perfection. She’s dressed the part for one. A slinky silk dress that shows off her cleavage and her thighs. A black leather biker jacket and fuck-me heels. Her caramel skin is in total contrast to your coloring and freckles. She’s mixed race and still only 25, while you’re middle England, middle class and 40.
You can’t help glancing at her as you refill her glass. Your eyes do an evaluation. Then you feel me staring and you blush. There are to be no visible signs of assessment. Ellie is my date for the weekend. You are merely a slave. She is the lady who lunches. You are a waitress. Comparisons are pointless.
I put my hand on Ellie’s bare knee. She doesn’t even seem to notice. We’re both laughing about old times. You slink back to the kitchen.
Dinner is excellent. You have certainly aced that small part of the overall test. The table is beautifully laid for two. Linen, china, silver, glasses, two candles. You serve us efficiently, silently, humbly.
The ‘upper classes’ have indeed enjoyed the best parts: sliced smoked salmon and a salmon mousse you’ve made; the finest fillet steak with a trio of fresh vegetables; then cheese and grapes. It isn’t the most demanding menu but it’s how I mostly prefer to eat.
We finish our bottle of Leoville-Barton and nibble cheese while you bring in your own dinner. I have taken total control of your diet and weight, exercise and appearance for the past half year. But it’s time for a new challenge. Like jealousy, I abhor fussiness. Slaves eat what they’re told.
It’s all about contrast. This is the life you’re signing up for. Owner and slave, Dom and sub, Master and servant. The titles don’t matter. I will make every decision about MY life. I will do as I please. I will make every decision about OUR life. We will do as I choose. And I will make every decision about YOUR life. You will do as I say.
And this evening you will eat humble pie.
You bite your lower lip nervously as the second hand ticks down to six o’clock. This moment is like our own rocket launch. Ten, nine, eight …
You glance in the mirror one last time and check your appearance. Hair, check. Makeup, check. Lipstick, check. Cleavage, check.
… six, five, four …
There is no going back. You glance at me and give a weak smile, simultaneously fragile yet courageous.
… three, two, one
The doorbell rings, bang on 6 p.m.
Cuckquean Porn – Part one
You and I have named this project ‘Humble Pie’.
It is to be a supreme test of your humility. You have requested the chance to prove yourself worthy of my collar. This weekend will give you that opportunity. A beautiful velvet choker awaits in a box upstairs.
Humiliation and humility are very different. The former is the imposition of shame upon one person by another. The latter is merely the expression of a lack of elevated self regard.
There will be no humiliation imposed on you this weekend. Unless, that is, your opinion of yourself is misguided.
In which case you are not the slave for me.
Cuckquean Porn – Curtsey
You open the door and curtsey.
Her name is Ellie. She has come as a favour to me. She looks you up and down with a smirk I recognize. Then she grins at me.
Ellie was my sub 4 years ago. A firebrand, as much brat as sub, more slut and switch than anything else. She’s one I never really tamed.
I was 45 back then and over twice her age. Our relationship was mostly bedroom-based. When it ended she became a Domme.
She kisses me, full on the lips. I catch your eye. You pick up Ellie’s suitcase from the doorstep and carry it indoors.
Humble Pie – Cuckquean Porn
Humble Pie was originally a feudal dish made using the lowest cuts of meat – the ‘umbles’ – after the upper classes had enjoyed the choicest parts. The lowly citizens ate pies filled with chopped or minced innards such as liver, kidney, lung and offal.
To eat humble pie is – as you well know – to apologize for your mistakes and, where appropriate, to ask for punishment.
All afternoon, you have been cooking and preparing dinner. Two dinners. Ours, made with the finest ingredients. Yours, made with the umbles.
Ellie and I sit down to catch up. You arrive with a silver tray. You pour two glasses of chilled champagne. You curtsey again and leave us.
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I know how hard this is for you. You have many kinks. But being a cuckquean isn’t one of them. Being dominated by a woman isn’t your kink either. Your submission is bound up in masculinity. You want to be owned by a man. And you will be. Provided you pass this test.
We have discussed it, of course. The fact that I have the right to enjoy other women. I have compromised. I will only have one slave. I may not even have girlfriends. But I will have the right to. They may be one-off nights. They may be kinky hook-ups. They may be affairs. They may be threesomes or moresomes with you. Or not and we can all watch Cuckquean Porn.
I abhor jealousy. There is no reason for you to feel resentment if you are my only slave. You are dedicated to my pleasure. It is no reflection on you if I seek the spice of life. Variety is my prerogative. You cant watch Cuckquean Porn and be Jealous.
If you seek to deny me pleasure, in the arms of another woman, you have failed as a slave before you’ve even begun. But I do know how hard this is for you. For six whole months we’ve been a unit. That was partly lockdown, being isolated together, and partly maintaining sexual distance from others. But you knew this moment was coming.
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Ellie is a talented actress. She’s playing her role to perfection. She’s dressed the part for one. A slinky silk dress that shows off her cleavage and her thighs. A black leather biker jacket and fuck-me heels. Her caramel skin is in total contrast to your coloring and freckles. She’s mixed race and still only 25, while you’re middle England, middle class and 40. She has many roles in Cuckquean Porn. Cuckquean Porn roles is something she is very good at. She enjoys acting in Cuckquean Porn films.
You can’t help glancing at her as you refill her glass. Your eyes do an evaluation. Then you feel me staring and you blush. There are to be no visible signs of assessment. Ellie is my date for the weekend. You are merely a slave. She is the lady who lunches. You are a waitress. Comparisons are pointless.
I put my hand on Ellie’s bare knee. She doesn’t even seem to notice. We’re both laughing about old times. You slink back to the kitchen.
Dinner is excellent. You have certainly aced that small part of the overall test. The table is beautifully laid for two. Linen, china, silver, glasses, two candles. You serve us efficiently, silently, humbly.
The ‘upper classes’ have indeed enjoyed the best parts: sliced smoked salmon and a salmon mousse you’ve made; the finest fillet steak with a trio of fresh vegetables; then cheese and grapes. It isn’t the most demanding menu but it’s how I mostly prefer to eat.
We finish our bottle of Leoville-Barton and nibble cheese while you bring in your own dinner. I have taken total control of your diet and weight, exercise and appearance for the past half year. But it’s time for a new challenge. Like jealousy, I abhor fussiness. Slaves eat what they’re told.
It’s all about contrast. This is the life you’re signing up for. Owner and slave, Dom and sub, Master and servant. The titles don’t matter. I will make every decision about MY life. I will do as I please. I will make every decision about OUR life. We will do as I choose. And I will make every decision about YOUR life. You will do as I say.
And this evening you will eat humble pie.
It is intentionally hard. You even gagged preparing it: entrails and viscera, brain and chitterlings, the cheapest cuts, all cooked into a pie covered with glutinous gravy and stodgy pastry.
We invite you to join us. You sit in the middle, on my left, with Ellie to your right. You eat from a bowl with a spoon.
She and I chat with each other while you eat. Or try to eat. You raise the spoon to your lips and blow, although the pie’s only lukewarm now anyway. You blush, gag, tip the spoonful into your mouth, retch, your eyes watering. Bravely you try and maintain decorum as you eat.
Ellie laughs at something I say. We look at you forcing it down, swallowing. You sip from your glass of tap water to help it on its way. It’s going to take a while for you to repeat the cycle until the pie is half finished. Spoonful … gag … swallow … heave… swig. Repeat.
Why make you do this? For the same reason I’ve invited Ellie. It’s so easy to be a sub when your kinks are indulged. A bit of slap and tickle. That has a role to play in any relationship like ours. But just as there are play Funishments and real Punishments, so there are true tests that have to be set and passed. It is only their horror that makes them true tests.
My parents were old school. When I didn’t finish my plateful, I was given the rest at the next mealtime. Several times growing up I was forced to breakfast on Brussels sprouts. So, more humble pie for you tomorrow.
Ellie’s suitcase splits into two halves. One has her clothes for the weekend and her wash bag, cosmetics and lingerie. The other part is full of the dirty laundry I invited her to bring; last week’s shirts, used underwear and sweaty gym kit all suited to hand washing.
Your domestic skills are exemplary. I give you a little smile of encouragement. I’m confident you’ll ace this part of the test as well. You spent two hours this morning preparing our bedroom; crisp white sheets, plumped pillows, fresh roses in a vase, new scented candles, the whole room dusted, cleaned, polished and perfect.
Ellie and I sit soft, in front of Netflix. You scuttle about, serving coffee, brandy for me, rum and coke for our guest. You start on her laundry in between answering our demands.
At one moment Ellie slips to the toilet. You are removing my coffee cup from the table. I reach over and squeeze your hand. Your face lights up. Briefly but enough. I want to test you, not to torture you. I pass strength from my fingers to yours.
You are spared the trial of witnessing us this first night. We retire to the bedroom that you and I have shared each night for six months. It is our nest. Your safe place. But this weekend a cuckoo is going to ravage it. Deep down, you know that only memories will remain. The sheets will be washed, the roses will die, the candles replaced with different scents. I will shower, my cock clean, Ellie gone. The test will only be in your mind. I’m not asking you to forget, let alone forgive. I’m asking you to accept. And to be happy for me.
You smile bravely as we say goodnight, leaving you downstairs with your hands in the sink, washing shirts and lingerie and sports bras. Your lips quiver in a forced grin and your eyes glisten as you watch us climb the stairs.
It’s 1 a.m. by the time you get to bed, ironing all done, washing up put away, breakfast part-prepared. You tiptoe upstairs and past our bedroom. Silence. You hear no noise and make none.
You go past the guest double and on to the small room at the end of the corridor. You remove your makeup, brush your teeth, undress and slip into the cold single bed. You set your alarm for 6 a.m.
Strangely, unexpectedly, you sleep well, although the alarm drags you out of a vivid dream. You know the dream, don’t you? The same one you’ve had several times already. You reverse last night’s routine: you slip quickly out of bed, apply deodorant, dress, brush teeth and apply makeup. Your bathroom routine will come later.
You creep past the guest double and then our bedroom, stopping to collect the piece of card hanging from the door handle. Downstairs you click the kettle to boil and start your preparations for the day.
The Humble Hotel. You made the elegant piece of card a few days ago. Modeled on those breakfast order forms they have in posh hotels. You cut out a circle so Ellie could hang it outside our door. She’s ticked our selected breakfast options on your neatly typed card. Our chosen time is 08.30. You have over two hours.
You spend the time folding and wrapping every individual piece of laundry perfectly; every chemise, shirt, singlet, bra and thong in neat rectangles and recyclable paper. You can’t resist checking Ellie’s taste in sexy lingerie, 34D, black lace, imagining what items I removed from her body last night.
You drink your own tea and suppress your need to use the bathroom. At 8 o’clock you begin preparing our breakfast.
Cuckquean Porn – Upstairs
Meanwhile, upstairs, I admit I set my phone alarm for 8.15 so that we’d be in flagrante 15 minutes later. You knock on our door while I’m on top of Ellie, sawing my dawn wood into her morning mist.
We don’t answer your first knock. But you hear us of course. That sound our bed makes, its distinctive little rhythmic squeak. That occasional tap of headboard against wall when I thrust extra vigorously. And the human noises too; breathing and murmurs.
Summoning up courage, you knock again lightly, braced for a shout of ‘go away’. You are standing there in your housemaid’s outfit holding a large tray, listening to your Master fucking his guest.
“Come in.” you hear. But it’s not my voice. It’s hers. Gasped in a moment between thrusts. She’s inviting you into your own nest.
You turn the handle. The room is in semi-darkness. A sliver of sunlight cuts through a tiny gap in the curtains. Those new curtains that you chose. Particles dance in the shaft of yellow light. You can make out clothes lying on the floor and you have to take care while walking to the dressing table to place the tray down.
You do your best to ignore it. Instead you focus on your task in the semi-darkness. You shove aside your framed photos and set of hairbrushes and slide the tray onto the surface. You disregard the thump-thump of sex coming from your bed. Or you try to anyway.
Now you stand there, awkwardly, waiting, unsure whether to stay or leave. At least our naked bodies are semi-covered by the duvet, although the backs of my lower legs are visible. Then, suddenly, Ellie is looking straight at you.
“Stay.” She gasps. “C … come nearer.”
I can’t deny how much this moment is turning me on.
Make no mistake. I have no desire to hurt you. Or to make you suffer. As we discussed, this isn’t about humiliation. It’s about humility. It’s about you – truly, honestly, absolutely accepting a slave’s role. And so far you’re passing this test with flying colours.
To see you holding Ellie’s left hand as I fuck her is beautiful. I can see your legs standing there, by the bed. Your heels and fishnets and the hem of your pleated skirt, in the shadowy light, under my right eye.
Naturally, such an intimate scene tips me over the edge. I drive deeper into Ellie. I can feel that trigger being cocked in my balls. It feels great to be fucking her again after so long. It’s important you know that. I’m doing this for the pleasure of doing it. Mine, and for hers too, hopefully. This isn’t only about you.
I utter that pre-orgasmic noise I always do. You know it so well. I tilt my head up, drinking in the sensation, and unleash what feels like a huge orgasm into Ellie’s tight pussy. She was always small and I keep going in the hope I can elicit a climax from her too.
Sure enough, a couple more jagged thrusts and her grip on your hand tightens. I still remember the way her neck arches and her mouth opens wide as she climbs to her own summit.
You serve us breakfast in bed. But first you open the curtains wide and let the morning sun in properly. Ellie and I look flushed and bedraggled. She has frizzy black hair and a side cut. You plump up her pillows and help her into a sitting position. In your place.
I check your expression throughout. I’m looking for the slightest sign. This is where you will pass or fail the test. No amount of domestic skills or great cooking will make up for any sign of jealousy or lack of humility. You have to want me to do this. And not just once.
The cups and saucers shake slightly as you serve Ellie’s peppermint tea and my coffee. A few nerves are fine. I can accept those. But it’s in your eyes I want to see acceptance, even gratification.
Gratitude for making you a better slave. A perfect slave. Cuckquean Porn
We sit propped up in bed and eat fruit, yoghurt and toast, drinking your freshly squeezed OJ. We chat together while you tidy your bedroom; picking up our discarded clothes from the floor and hanging or folding them, straightening the cushions and furniture.
Ellie laughs and apologizes for the mess we made last night. You turn and curtsey and assure her it’s fine. Your face is in direct sunlight as you bend your knees and reply. I stare directly into your eyes.
Ellie is sat with the duvet covering her legs and waist but her plump tits are on display. I reach over with my right hand and cup one of them, while leaning in for a kiss. Then I look back at you once more.
If this was about humiliation I’d have you down between Ellie’s thighs right now, performing some aptly-named clean-up duty. But this isn’t about humiliation. Why is me lying in bed with another woman humiliating? It could only be humiliating if YOU see yourself as somehow owning ME. And not vice versa.
No, this weekend is about humility instead. It’s about how you truly see yourself. Too many so-called slaves are nothing of the sort. Oh yes, they want what they see as slavery; a spank a fuck and a cuddle. And they’ll even obey most orders. The ones they like. But this isn’t even about obedience. It’s much more fundamental than that. It’s a state of mind. And I can see you’re really trying.
So I don’t mind that you blush and blink and retreat to the dressing table to refill our cups. You clear away our plates, brushing the crumbs off the duvet, avoiding my gaze. Anyway, it’s time for the three ‘sh’s. I climb out of bed, nodding at you in polite acknowledgement, just as I would any member of room service or waiting staff tidying up my mess.
I shit, shower and shave in that order, leaving Ellie to play with her phone and finish her tea, while you take our tray downstairs and wash up. It’s barely 9 o’clock. I have so much more planned for today.
By 10 o’clock – after Ellie’s bathed and dressed and we’ve all had some more caffeine or mint, and you’ve forced down a couple of mouthfuls of humble pie – we all get in my BMW. Off to Cuckquean Porn ride
You open the rear doors for us to climb into the back. I sit behind the empty passenger seat and Ellie settles in behind the driver. You close our doors and then slip into the driver’s seat. You are now wearing a peaked cap and dark jacket over your housemaid’s uniform. Cuckquean Porn Uniform.
You chauffeur us about 15 minutes to the nearest town. We sit behind you and chat about this and that while you focus on the road and drive in silence. Nothing to think about but Cuckquean Porn.
You drop us outside the main department store. I tell you to be back here in an hour exactly. Then Ellie and I saunter off arm-in-arm without a backward glance. You drive around until you find a free parking space a few streets away. Is this where all the Cuckquean porn is?
Just as I knew it would, my car appears at 11.21, precisely sixty minutes later. You hop out and take the glossy carrier bags that both Ellie and I are carrying, placing them in the boot (trunk), before rushing to open the rear doors for us. Twenty seconds later we’re gliding away.
We arrive at just before one, having pulled by a couple more shops and enjoyed a quick browse of the local Farm Shop. I’ve booked a table for 1 p.m. at ‘Second Thoughts’, the best gastro-pub in our area. You look shocked when I invite you to join us.
It’s a fashionable place you and I have eaten at twice before. And this third time you’re dressed in heels, fishnets and a maid’s uniform! I can see you hesitating. But you know better than to reply anything else but ‘thank you’.
Ellie giggles her wicked laugh and fetches a carrier bag from the boot. She gives it to you. There’s something inside wrapped in tissue.
Ten minutes later you emerge from the ‘Ladies’ in a gorgeous new dress that looks amazing on you. Ellie is delighted as she chose it. I only contributed my knowledge of your measurements and figure.
We spend a delightful hour and a half as a threesome. I order a bottle of wine and two glasses. One for Ellie and the other for you. I take the car keys and tell you I’ll be driving home. After a bit of alcohol, you relax. We talk about racism and politics. But we move onto talking quietly about kink and what it means to us.
By the time we get home, it’s time to change gear.
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