A slave to my passions I must certainly have been, because after our brief coupling on Thursday night Angela and I duly started what promised to be another hot and kinky round of our little game - this time with the titillating new rules. It was a definite possibility that these new rules could see me forbidden (and also completely unable) to have sex with my beautiful wife for many weeks - or even months - on end. On more than one occasion I sat ruefully pondering how I had allowed myself to be talked into playing such a wickedly devious game.
The answer was, of course, quite simple: I was getting off on it. Knowing that I would once again have little choice but to sit passively and impotently by as Jason continued to enjoy my wife's intimate charms gave me a spine-tingling, tummy-fluttering rush like none I had ever known before. The effect was intoxicating, and I had discovered that I was eagerly looking forward to larger and stronger doses - and Angela seemed not only willing but also keen to provide them. She made it very clear that she intended to take full advantage of the new lascivious game rules, and she brazenly declared that in the weeks ahead she intended to thoroughly 'cuck' me - and in ways that would stretch the boundaries of my most lurid fantasies.
Well - 'cuck' me she certainly did, and she not only stretched my boundaries - she smashed them, as you will see.
But before I begin describing Angela's highly successful efforts to cuckold me over the next few months, I should outline in greater detail what was perhaps a natural progression in our evolving relationship - how Angela began to really emphasise her sexual dominance over me.
I had previously read that many couples combined the act of cuckolding with varying degrees of female domination, using one to augment and enhance the other - to the pleasure of both partners. In my own case this was certainly true; I found that Angela openly cuckolding me whilst I remained totally denied simply led to more intense thoughts and fantasies about her dominating me - sexually and otherwise. My disposition towards her became increasingly more meek and subservient. Angela was, of course, already well aware that her dominant side excited me, and I'm certain that she noted the growing tractability in my demeanor. Perhaps with this in mind she began to use less subtle ways to express her blossoming sexual assertiveness.
For example, she had taken the pills into her custody, and each night when we retired to bed she made sure that there was a glass of water and one of the evil little pills awaiting me on our bedside dresser. She would then watch as I swallowed it, a soft smile drifting across her face. I don't think that Angela was concerned about me breaking the rules of the game by dodging the medication; it was more a case of Angela emphasizing her authority over me by ostensibly supervising when and how I took the dosage.
Her considerable appetite for cunnilingus also grew even more voracious; my lips and tongue were pressed into service at least once daily - and at any hour of her choosing. For instance, if Angela awoke before our alarm clock went off, she would sometimes caress and tickle my flaccid cock until I also awoke - and she would then simply part her thighs and firmly guide my head downwards under the blankets. I would then spend the next ten minutes or so groggily licking my wife to an early morning climax.
She also became fond of voicing sly hints and innuendo which served to underscore my chaste and impotent state whilst simultaneously emphasizing the fact that her 'married' pussy was receiving generous and regular helpings of Jason's large cock. For instance, she once cupped my flaccid penis in her hand, and declared that the game had turned 'Three-four' into 'Zero-four' - a sardonic reference to the fact that now I could not even become three-quarters erect. She had followed this observation with a quick giggle, and stated that later that week she would be meeting someone who was a guaranteed 'Four-four'.
"In fact," she added. "He's definitely bigger than Four-four - more like Eight-eight, wouldn't you say, my little Cuckie?"
I was somewhat stunned to find that I was relishing both her flourishing sexual assertiveness and her wicked taunts and jibes. Perhaps for me it was some weird form of vicarious and masochistic justification and rationalisation for me not only allowing but also encouraging my wife to have sexual relations with another man. It was a strange paradoxical symbiosis; the more Angela cuckolded me, the more I wanted her to dominate me. The more she dominated me, the more I wanted her to cuckold me - and so the kinky little spiral continued. The end result was that as the weeks passed I discovered that I was descending further and further into the murky, carnal world of 'sub space' - and relishing every second of it.
On her part, Angela seemed to be delighted with this new development, and I could also sense that she was thoroughly enjoying the power shift. This became perfectly apparent when one evening we had a frank discussion about this subject. We had both had more than a few drinks, and the booze had certainly made us both a little more candid with eachother than we would otherwise have been.
Angela once more reiterated that being able to sexually tease and dominate me made her 'tingle', and that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new authority she had over me. She admitted that although she had once professed that she could never become a fully-fledged 'Domme', she was beginning to surrender to the wickedly erotic appeal of being in total sexual control. She stated that she relished being able to glance at me and simply say eat me, and know that I would fervently do so for as long as she wanted - and to have me do it so eagerly and subserviently had awakened a deep and primordial craving in her sexual psyche.
As I listened to Angela confirming that she was excited by her new sense of sexual authority, I realised that my own arousal at her words was causing me to tremble slightly, and I could feel that familiar carnal buzz begin to trill through me. I asked whether me passively sitting by as she 'cucked' me was adding to her new feelings in this regard.
"Definitely," she quietly replied. "I do get a very deliciously perverse kick from openly kissing Jason in front of you, and letting him fondle my tits as you helplessly watch." She paused for a few seconds, tilting her head in thought. "And then to know that I'm perfectly free to take him into our bed, knowing that you'll obediently sit out here and wait as he fucks me? Then yes - that gives me a very powerful and very kinky thrill too, and it does bring out my wickedly bitchy and dominating side."
Hearing her highlight her own excitement at my 'obedience' instantly intensified the buzz inside me. I took a deep, shaking breath and asked: "Bring it out in what ways?"
My wife's sly grin slowly crept over her face. "Let's just say that I've had some very evil thoughts - like me making you chauffeur Jason and I around one night as he and I play in the back seat. Or the three of us going out to a restaurant - making you pay for our meals, of course - and making sure you knew that I was constantly fondling his cock through his trousers under the table. Or I've fantasized about Jason and I kissing on the couch, and me pausing to tell you to go and prepare our bedroom for me and my lover - having you turn the lamps on and get the bed ready for us, and make sure that we have drinks waiting on the bedside dresser." My wife flashed me what was almost a guilty smile. "So many wickedly kinky and evil thoughts, my little lover!"
Hearing these disclosures simply aroused me even further. With the booze flowing breezily through my veins, I threw caution to the wind. I softly told her that I too had been having some rather extreme thoughts about her dominating me even further, adding that the game we were playing - and my subsequent ******* induced impotency - simply augmented the kinky eroticism of the whole situation. Angela's interest was immediately engaged, and she quizzed me regarding these lascivious and kinky thoughts. With my tongue loosened by alcohol, I told her everything, sparing no detail.
I told her about the poignant masochistic waves that enveloped me whenever I watched she and Jason kissing, or listened to them having intercourse in our bed. I told her that I loved it when she demanded that I lick her creamy pussy - a pussy that I was currently both forbidden and unable to fuck. I told her just how aroused I became when she derided and teased me about my flaccid cock, and how I was incapable of penetrating her. I told her how I yearned to be compelled, and even ******, to serve her, and please her and worship her - in fact, to become her sexual slave. By the time I have finished, I was in fact startled by my own brazen admissions. I could feel my face burning, and I held my breath as I waited for my wife's reaction.
Angela simply sent me a tipsy smile. "Whoa! I knew that me being a little assertive makes you horny - but I wasn't aware that me being that assertive had such a strong effect on you! Very interesting!" She flashed me a quizzical glance. "This wicked little game is really bringing out that side of you, isn't it?"
I slowly nodded, inwardly heaving a soft sigh of relief.
My wife continued. "I can certainly understand why; I know that a lot of men who enjoy being cuckolded also enjoy becoming submissive to their partners - so your reaction isn't unusual." She paused for a few seconds. "Is that mainly what's making you feel this way, lover? That Jason is perfectly able to fuck me whilst you can't?"
"That's certainly a big part of it," I admitted.
Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Well, as I said before, being assertive with you is also a turn on for me. I have no idea why, but I love being able to control you. In fact, thinking about you becoming my 'little slave', as you put it, is making me kinda hot - so maybe I should start being a little bossier, hmm? Take our kinky little game a little further, maybe?"
"I think you should," I replied huskily, feeling my mouth go dry.
My wife leaned back in her chair and crossed her sexy legs. "And if I did this a little further, you do realise that I'd be quite a demanding little bitch, don't you? I'd take it as far as I could, my little one."
"I know you would," I found myself replying. "In fact, I want you to..."
Angela's eyes flashed at me again. "If we do take this further, you wouldn't have a choice." She sipped her ******* and sent me another appraising glance. "So what if on some nights I wanted you to be my total little slave, huh? Would you serve me, and please me, and obey me, and do exactly what I told you?"
I gulped softly. "Yes - I would." My flaccid cock gave a tremulous twitch - whether in jubilation or apprehension at my wife's question I couldn't tell.
My wife seemed to sense my rapidly rising excitement, and she added: "And you know that I would use physical ******* to get you to do what I told you if necessary?"
I simply nodded, but her words sent another deliciously carnal ripple through me.
Angela's voice took on a silky and playful tone. "Would you lick my juicy, wet pussy for hours? Would you kneel in front of me - and worship my cunt? Would you obey me, and please me for as long as I told you to?"
"Jesus, Yes! I would!" I almost gasped.
The answer was, of course, quite simple: I was getting off on it. Knowing that I would once again have little choice but to sit passively and impotently by as Jason continued to enjoy my wife's intimate charms gave me a spine-tingling, tummy-fluttering rush like none I had ever known before. The effect was intoxicating, and I had discovered that I was eagerly looking forward to larger and stronger doses - and Angela seemed not only willing but also keen to provide them. She made it very clear that she intended to take full advantage of the new lascivious game rules, and she brazenly declared that in the weeks ahead she intended to thoroughly 'cuck' me - and in ways that would stretch the boundaries of my most lurid fantasies.
Well - 'cuck' me she certainly did, and she not only stretched my boundaries - she smashed them, as you will see.
But before I begin describing Angela's highly successful efforts to cuckold me over the next few months, I should outline in greater detail what was perhaps a natural progression in our evolving relationship - how Angela began to really emphasise her sexual dominance over me.
I had previously read that many couples combined the act of cuckolding with varying degrees of female domination, using one to augment and enhance the other - to the pleasure of both partners. In my own case this was certainly true; I found that Angela openly cuckolding me whilst I remained totally denied simply led to more intense thoughts and fantasies about her dominating me - sexually and otherwise. My disposition towards her became increasingly more meek and subservient. Angela was, of course, already well aware that her dominant side excited me, and I'm certain that she noted the growing tractability in my demeanor. Perhaps with this in mind she began to use less subtle ways to express her blossoming sexual assertiveness.
For example, she had taken the pills into her custody, and each night when we retired to bed she made sure that there was a glass of water and one of the evil little pills awaiting me on our bedside dresser. She would then watch as I swallowed it, a soft smile drifting across her face. I don't think that Angela was concerned about me breaking the rules of the game by dodging the medication; it was more a case of Angela emphasizing her authority over me by ostensibly supervising when and how I took the dosage.
Her considerable appetite for cunnilingus also grew even more voracious; my lips and tongue were pressed into service at least once daily - and at any hour of her choosing. For instance, if Angela awoke before our alarm clock went off, she would sometimes caress and tickle my flaccid cock until I also awoke - and she would then simply part her thighs and firmly guide my head downwards under the blankets. I would then spend the next ten minutes or so groggily licking my wife to an early morning climax.
She also became fond of voicing sly hints and innuendo which served to underscore my chaste and impotent state whilst simultaneously emphasizing the fact that her 'married' pussy was receiving generous and regular helpings of Jason's large cock. For instance, she once cupped my flaccid penis in her hand, and declared that the game had turned 'Three-four' into 'Zero-four' - a sardonic reference to the fact that now I could not even become three-quarters erect. She had followed this observation with a quick giggle, and stated that later that week she would be meeting someone who was a guaranteed 'Four-four'.
"In fact," she added. "He's definitely bigger than Four-four - more like Eight-eight, wouldn't you say, my little Cuckie?"
I was somewhat stunned to find that I was relishing both her flourishing sexual assertiveness and her wicked taunts and jibes. Perhaps for me it was some weird form of vicarious and masochistic justification and rationalisation for me not only allowing but also encouraging my wife to have sexual relations with another man. It was a strange paradoxical symbiosis; the more Angela cuckolded me, the more I wanted her to dominate me. The more she dominated me, the more I wanted her to cuckold me - and so the kinky little spiral continued. The end result was that as the weeks passed I discovered that I was descending further and further into the murky, carnal world of 'sub space' - and relishing every second of it.
On her part, Angela seemed to be delighted with this new development, and I could also sense that she was thoroughly enjoying the power shift. This became perfectly apparent when one evening we had a frank discussion about this subject. We had both had more than a few drinks, and the booze had certainly made us both a little more candid with eachother than we would otherwise have been.
Angela once more reiterated that being able to sexually tease and dominate me made her 'tingle', and that she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy the new authority she had over me. She admitted that although she had once professed that she could never become a fully-fledged 'Domme', she was beginning to surrender to the wickedly erotic appeal of being in total sexual control. She stated that she relished being able to glance at me and simply say eat me, and know that I would fervently do so for as long as she wanted - and to have me do it so eagerly and subserviently had awakened a deep and primordial craving in her sexual psyche.
As I listened to Angela confirming that she was excited by her new sense of sexual authority, I realised that my own arousal at her words was causing me to tremble slightly, and I could feel that familiar carnal buzz begin to trill through me. I asked whether me passively sitting by as she 'cucked' me was adding to her new feelings in this regard.
"Definitely," she quietly replied. "I do get a very deliciously perverse kick from openly kissing Jason in front of you, and letting him fondle my tits as you helplessly watch." She paused for a few seconds, tilting her head in thought. "And then to know that I'm perfectly free to take him into our bed, knowing that you'll obediently sit out here and wait as he fucks me? Then yes - that gives me a very powerful and very kinky thrill too, and it does bring out my wickedly bitchy and dominating side."
Hearing her highlight her own excitement at my 'obedience' instantly intensified the buzz inside me. I took a deep, shaking breath and asked: "Bring it out in what ways?"
My wife's sly grin slowly crept over her face. "Let's just say that I've had some very evil thoughts - like me making you chauffeur Jason and I around one night as he and I play in the back seat. Or the three of us going out to a restaurant - making you pay for our meals, of course - and making sure you knew that I was constantly fondling his cock through his trousers under the table. Or I've fantasized about Jason and I kissing on the couch, and me pausing to tell you to go and prepare our bedroom for me and my lover - having you turn the lamps on and get the bed ready for us, and make sure that we have drinks waiting on the bedside dresser." My wife flashed me what was almost a guilty smile. "So many wickedly kinky and evil thoughts, my little lover!"
Hearing these disclosures simply aroused me even further. With the booze flowing breezily through my veins, I threw caution to the wind. I softly told her that I too had been having some rather extreme thoughts about her dominating me even further, adding that the game we were playing - and my subsequent ******* induced impotency - simply augmented the kinky eroticism of the whole situation. Angela's interest was immediately engaged, and she quizzed me regarding these lascivious and kinky thoughts. With my tongue loosened by alcohol, I told her everything, sparing no detail.
I told her about the poignant masochistic waves that enveloped me whenever I watched she and Jason kissing, or listened to them having intercourse in our bed. I told her that I loved it when she demanded that I lick her creamy pussy - a pussy that I was currently both forbidden and unable to fuck. I told her just how aroused I became when she derided and teased me about my flaccid cock, and how I was incapable of penetrating her. I told her how I yearned to be compelled, and even ******, to serve her, and please her and worship her - in fact, to become her sexual slave. By the time I have finished, I was in fact startled by my own brazen admissions. I could feel my face burning, and I held my breath as I waited for my wife's reaction.
Angela simply sent me a tipsy smile. "Whoa! I knew that me being a little assertive makes you horny - but I wasn't aware that me being that assertive had such a strong effect on you! Very interesting!" She flashed me a quizzical glance. "This wicked little game is really bringing out that side of you, isn't it?"
I slowly nodded, inwardly heaving a soft sigh of relief.
My wife continued. "I can certainly understand why; I know that a lot of men who enjoy being cuckolded also enjoy becoming submissive to their partners - so your reaction isn't unusual." She paused for a few seconds. "Is that mainly what's making you feel this way, lover? That Jason is perfectly able to fuck me whilst you can't?"
"That's certainly a big part of it," I admitted.
Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Well, as I said before, being assertive with you is also a turn on for me. I have no idea why, but I love being able to control you. In fact, thinking about you becoming my 'little slave', as you put it, is making me kinda hot - so maybe I should start being a little bossier, hmm? Take our kinky little game a little further, maybe?"
"I think you should," I replied huskily, feeling my mouth go dry.
My wife leaned back in her chair and crossed her sexy legs. "And if I did this a little further, you do realise that I'd be quite a demanding little bitch, don't you? I'd take it as far as I could, my little one."
"I know you would," I found myself replying. "In fact, I want you to..."
Angela's eyes flashed at me again. "If we do take this further, you wouldn't have a choice." She sipped her ******* and sent me another appraising glance. "So what if on some nights I wanted you to be my total little slave, huh? Would you serve me, and please me, and obey me, and do exactly what I told you?"
I gulped softly. "Yes - I would." My flaccid cock gave a tremulous twitch - whether in jubilation or apprehension at my wife's question I couldn't tell.
My wife seemed to sense my rapidly rising excitement, and she added: "And you know that I would use physical ******* to get you to do what I told you if necessary?"
I simply nodded, but her words sent another deliciously carnal ripple through me.
Angela's voice took on a silky and playful tone. "Would you lick my juicy, wet pussy for hours? Would you kneel in front of me - and worship my cunt? Would you obey me, and please me for as long as I told you to?"
"Jesus, Yes! I would!" I almost gasped.
