I was given the Cuckcake instructions: “tell me of a meeting between us and a cuckcake, and how it would go ….. if we met for a drink, then went to your hotel room for the eve with a cuckcake …..and you had any toys there that you could possibly want” and this is what I wrote, 3½ years ago.
First Meeting – Cuckcake
My phone rings and I pick it up. The voice of our cuckcake I hear is yours, and it makes my heart beat a little faster. “Come to the lobby, pretty one and bring the cuckcake, and I will buy you a drink.” And you hang up before I can even say, yes, Sir……. But I say it anyway.
I try to walk calmly down the hall thinking about the cuckcake, but I can feel my heart beating fast, the blood rushing through my body, my breath coming just a little faster than normal. I can’t wait to see your face, to look up into your eyes, and see your smile.
I round the corner, and there you are. “Hello, Sir….”. My voice shakes a little bit, and my hands as well. The butterflies in my tummy are swirling.
After we walk back down the hall to my room, you ask me for my room key, which I hand over immediately. You slide it into your pocket, and pull something else out. You tell me to close my eyes, and I do. I feel your hands placing a blindfold around my head, and I smile. You make it snug, and ask, “Can you see, pretty one?” “No, Sir, I can’t see anything at all.” “Good.” And I hear the key slide into the lock, and the door clicks open.
You open the door wide, and put your arm around my waist to guide me in. We take a few steps into the room, and the door swings shut behind us. I hear you turn the lock, and I know I am in your care for the night along with the cuckcake.
I stand still, waiting, while you survey the suite. You lead me to the couch, and tell me to sit, “like the good girl I know you can be.” I do, and begin to relax, secure in the knowledge that you will be there with me and cuckcake.
But then, you say, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, pretty one.” And I hear you pick something up, and open the door, and then the door swings shut, and I am alone. All I can hear is the sound of my blood rushing through my head. Did you go to get ice or did cuckcake? Did you go to get another drink for cuckcake? Did you leave me as a test? Where did you and cuckcake go?
I sit, and I wait, because you told me to sit, and so I do. I hear a voice in the hall, is it yours or the cuckcake? No, it’s someone else, it must be our cuckcake . I hear footsteps, are they yours? They stop at the door, and then I hear a knock. Who can it be? Is it you or Cuckcake? You have my key, why would you knock? Is it room service? How can I answer the door, blindfolded?
But then….. I hear a key slide into the door. Oh, please, Sir, let it be you.
The person comes into the room, and says nothing. All I hear is the sound of his (her?) breathing, and a rustling, a sound that I can’t identify. I hear a clunk as something is set down on the table next to me. What are you and Cuckcake doing?
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And then, the person strokes my hair. I inhale, but I can’t smell any scent. I feel your breath on my cheek. I feel your hand on my hair again.
And then, your hand grasps a handful of my hair, and pulls my head back, eliciting a gasp, and then I feel your lips on mine. A moan escapes from my mouth into yours, and you kiss me harder. You pull me to my feet, and run your hands all over my body, touching, pressing, squeezing, rubbing.
I feel your hands at my throat, unbuttoning my shirt, running your fingertips down my chest and belly, bringing my nipples to instant hardness inside my bra, bringing goosebumps to my arms. You slide the shirt off, and deftly unhook my bra, removing it as well. I stand exposed to your sight, and I feel your eyes burning into me.
I feel your lips on my nipples, I feel your hands on my skin. And then you walk across the room. I hear a zipper opening. I hear rustling, and another clunk on the table. I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m standing still, waiting.
I feel you come back close to me, and then I feel a hundred tiny fingers on my back. I shiver. You drag those tiny fingers across my back, and then across my breasts. You rub something under my nose, and I inhale the scent of leather. You take it away, and then I feel the swish of those hundreds of tiny fingers lashing across my breasts. Then I feel them caressing me again. Then lashing my breasts. Then caressing. Every stroke elicits a gasp, every caress brings a sigh.
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You kiss me again, harder than the first time, and walk away. Another rustle. What is it this time? I hear a click and a whirr. A Polaroid. A memory, made tangible, of our first time together.
I feel your breath in my ear, and a whisper, so low I can’t identify the voice, saying, “You are being a very good girl. Your Master would be very proud of you.” I smile. And then it occurs to me…. If this person is referring to my Master, then who IS this person? A frisson of fear strikes me. I am alone in a hotel room with an unknown person.
And then, you, the unknown person, kiss me again. Gently. I relax, because even though I don’t know who you are, I feel safe. I feel your hands at my waist, sliding my pants down, steadying me as I step out of them. I feel your fingers touching me, lightly, through my panties. Stroking me. And finding wetness has soaked through them a little bit. One finger sneaks inside my panties, and dips lightly into the wetness, and then withdraws. I feel your finger touch my lips, and my mouth opens, like a bird. You place your wet finger on my tongue, and I suck it, loving the taste of me you’ve gifted me with.
I feel your finger again, gathering my wetness, but this time, you don’t offer it to me. I hear your own lips tasting me on your finger, and I hear a smile on your face. Again, a low whisper, “You are delicious.”
Your hand grasps mine, and you walk me over to the end of the couch. I stand there, and I feel your hand pressing me down, to bend over the couch arm. I think I know what is coming. You walk away, and get something else. You come back to me, and I feel something flat laid down on my back. It feels cold, but warms quickly to my skin.
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You pick it up, and stroke my back with it. It’s a flogger, a paddle, a tawse, some kind of spanking implement, I don’t know what kind it is, but I think I know what you’re going to do with it. I feel the first stroke, softly hitting my bottom, like a gentle pat, and then the next, a little bit harder, and then the next. You stop, and I hear a whisper. “Count for me, little girl.” And you start over.
But this time, the strokes, they are not so gentle. One, and I can feel it burning. Two, and I hear the flesh sizzle. Three, and I smell my own wetness. Four, and a gasp comes from my lips. Five, and I whimper.
And then you stop, and rub my bottom softly with your hand.
A whisper in my ear. “You have been a very good girl. I will tell your Master that you have behaved well.”
I hear you move away from me, set down the implement, and then I hear the click of the door opening, and then shutting. I am still bent over the arm of the couch. Waiting. Wondering. Warm. Wanting. Willing. Wet.
Time passes by, and I’m not sure how much time it is. Minutes? Seconds? Days? I don’t know.
And then, I hear the key slide into the door, and the door opens, and I hear a sound of surprise. “What is THIS, pretty one? How did you get in such a state? I met a friend in the lobby and we had a quick drink. What have YOU been doing while I was gone?” I hear a smile in your voice. You pick up the picture from the table, and say, “Well, whoever it was, they left me a present, a picture of a very good girl.”
You stand me up, and you kiss me, and the kiss is so familiar…… I smile…. And I look forward to more.
A woman allows her husband to arrange a scene in which she is a cuckquean slave.
It will be her first time submitting to the sexual desires of another woman (cuckcake), the cuckcake is a complete stranger chosen by her husband.
There are four rules she must keep.
“1. A cuckquean will speak only when she is spoken to.
2. A cuckquean will do as she is told by her husband or cuckcake.
3. It is a cuckquean’s duty to prepare her husband and cuckcake for sex.
4. It is a cuckquean’s duty to cleanup her husband and cuckcake with her mouth.”
Can she keep to the rules and become the perfect cuckquean?
Colette Cuckquean has written this story in a very unusual way (2nd person) and is partially based on a true story, it allows you to take a look into the mind of a cuckquean during an arousing but frightening scene.
Contains graphic descriptions of cuckolding, rimming, humiliation, lesbian sex and creampie cleanup.
Yes he did. I told him my fantasy of watching him have sex with someone. He would have me rub myself and tell him my dark secrets. My youngest sister then was 18. She was a cute 5 foot & 1 inch tale with big tits. I had small ones. My husband started telling me I had little girl tits and a big pussy.
This turned me on more. He bought me a training bra and girl panties even though they were tight, I enjoyed wearing them. I told him I wanted to please HER & HIM and obey her. I want her to know she owns my body & my husband. My husband told me he wanted my sister to fuck & I was to arrange it. This shocked me & I was mad at first. He had me rub myself telling him how her would fuck her and I would clean her up first, then him.
I would thank her. So one day I told her it was my husbands fantasy to sleep with her & I want to do this for his birthday. She did not beleave me at first. I kept talking to her. I even told her I wasn’t woman enough for him & I even striped down & showed her my training bra & panties. One day I was talking to her trying to convince her she told me, YOU want me to fuck your husband don’t you. I looked at her and nodded yes.
She asked if I was a cuckcake? I did not know this term. She looked me in the eyes and told me what it was in very nasty details. I whispered I must be one. I told her I rub myself thinking of her & my husband. My sister pulled off her top & had me suck her breast.
I kept telling her no, not now, but she told me this was my first test. I spent 30 minutes on her breast. They were large and firm. I loved them. Then she had me eat my first pussy. My sister came like crazy. When my husband got home, he found my sister dressed in a fuck me clothes and I was sitting at her feet. I was naked. He loved it. After that weekend my sister moved in with us. It’s been 5 years & we are happy.
A Best friend Cuckquean story.
Claire and Sammy are best friends, people often mistook them for sisters.
But while on vacation Claire learns that she is aroused by watching her boyfriend and best friend flirt.
She decides to see how far she can take it, but quickly realizes that she has passed the point of no return.
Her best friend is an experienced cuckcake, and knows exactly what to do.
Claire is treated to the most fulfilling yet challenging sexual experience of her life, including her first lesbian experience.
She finds herself submitting to the sexual desires of her best friend.
Contains graphic descriptions of cuckolding, lesbian sex and creampie cleanup.
Find out what happens…
All characters over the age of 18, all characters consent.
This is fantasy, not an instructional.
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My insatiable desire to be dominated led me to this…
I had grown tired of the simple master and sub relationship I was getting from men alone. A voice inside of my head told me to try women. The idea of a woman was appealing, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it one on one. I still needed an alpha male to oversee my humiliation.
Using my regular BDSM dating app, I was able to find a couple that was interested in my fantasy.
Lisa was John’s cuckquean, and the idea of bringing in a submissive cuckcake intrigued them. I told them what I was about, and what I craved.
“I’ve always had this desire to be dominated and humiliated.”
It was Lisa’s turn to have her revenge, and I represented the countless cuckcakes that entered her life. She had every motivation to be cruel and vicious as she humiliated me.
John wanted to open the backdoor, and I was willing to do anything for him. It was a burden I was happy to bear.
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