As promised, a cuckold love story...

Here begins a story that was written by one of my readers. There is much more to come. He calls the story "Spinning".

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Spinning, Installment 1

I was nervous as hell. At her request, I had taken off my clothes and set them in a small trunk next to the door. I was positioned in front of a throne-like chair, where I was blindfolded and made to kneel, my hands tied tightly behind my back and my feet locked into a stretcher bar. She had left the room for at least ten minutes while I knelt motionless and silent. She finally returned. I heard her footsteps and I could smell the light fragrance of her perfume.

“You didn’t think I’d abandoned you, did you?”

“No, Mistress,” was my curt reply.

“Don’t call me Mistress. My name is Suzanne, not ‘Mistress’. A simple yes or no will do.”

“Sorry.”

“As I said on the phone, I’m quite different than other professional dominants. Unlike these other women, I’m going to give you what you want. I am going to fulfill your need to be owned and controlled, not merely play at it in the context of a timed session. Your opportunity to back out of this arrangement ended when you walked in my door. While you agreed to this, I think you are yet to comprehend what it will mean to you.”

I felt her lift my arms behind my back. She appeared to secure them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. With my arms in this position I was completely helpless. They were lifted to the point that they were uncomfortable, but not painful. Nonetheless, this was an extremely vulnerable position and combined with the fact that I was still blindfolded, I felt very much a sense of physical helplessness that matched my mental state of submission.

“I’m going to read directly from your application,” she said. “If anything is not correct, I want you to point it out to me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Ok, you are thirty-seven years old. You are married… what’s your wife’s name? I don’t want any secrets between us.”

“Kay, I said. “Her name is Katherine, but everyone calls her Kay.”

“You work as an executive for a big corporation… why so vague? What corporation do you work for and what do you do?”

“I work for Star Technology, I’m VP of sales for one of their divisions.”

“What division? What do you sell?”

“Networking,” I answered, hoping this was specific enough.

“What’s your boss’ name?”

“My boss’ name?” I asked. I felt a hard slap against my cheek.

“Don’t question me. I ask the questions. I’m in control.”

“Ray Minota… he’s the corporate senior vice president of sales and marketing.”

“Better,” said Suzanne. “Now let’s get past these silly little logistical questions and move to some more interesting subjects. When I asked you how long you’ve been submissive, you answered… well, let me just read what you put down?

I honestly think I was born a hard-wired submissive. Ever since I was a child, I have been aware of the fact that images of authoritative women in popular culture have excited me. Even before I reached adolescence I knew that this was true. When I did hit puberty, this awareness became wrapped up with my sexuality and has occupied more than its fair share of my sexual fantasies and even day to day thinking.

At first I didn’t understand my fascination, but then I discovered that there was a niche corner of the adult sex industry associated with it, and I began to explore it. I dabbled a bit in pornography and then experimented in my early twenties with a number of professional dominatrix’s. This is where I first experienced strap-on-training, golden showers, corporal punishment, bondage, and all the bread and butter activities that you see on websites all the time.

To be honest, my early experience with professional dominants left me unfulfilled. It was as if the activities themselves were not at all what I was seeking. What I really wanted was a sense of truly being controlled. I wanted to have an inescapable and overpowering sense of being made to do things by a powerful woman whether I wanted to or not. Unable to find this, I did my best to run away from my fascination with female authority altogether.”

Suzanne stopped reading. I couldn’t see her, but it sounded as if she was taking a sip of water. “What do you mean when you say you tried to run away from female authority?”

“I tried to quit cold turkey. I stopped looking at femdom websites, I tried to quit thinking about it, but there was even more. My attitude towards women became very disrespectful, it was a very bad time for me.”

“And what changed?” asked Suzanne, seeming genuinely curious.

“I gave up fighting. I accepted my submission as a part of who I am.”

“But your wife doesn’t know about it. Tell me about this.”
“I love my wife. I know it seems disingenuous to say that given that I’m coming to you, that I’m back to a paying a professional dominatrix again, but I do love her. It’s just that she’s a very conservative, vanilla woman. She would never go for this, she doesn’t understand it or even want to understand it.”

“But I thought you found professional dominants very ‘unfulfilling’. What makes you think this time will be different?”

“I don’t know. I saw your ad and just couldn’t resist calling you.”

“This time will be different, Jay. You don’t understand it yet, but this time will definitely be different. I promise you that you will feel controlled. You will obey me, and while you may not like it sometimes, I am the only thing that can satisfy you.”

I heard Suzann’s heels click on the floor. She stood from where she was sitting and stepped up to me. My eyes were blindfolded, but I could sense her standing directly in front of me. Her fingers touched the back of my head and pulled me into her waist. I could feel her trimmed pussy touching my face.

“Do you like being so close to my pussy, Jay?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Kiss it, Jay.”

I planted a very gentle kiss against the top of her shaved pubic hairs.

“That’s a sweet kiss, Jay, but I bet you want more. Would you like to lick my pussy, Jay?”

“Yes, Suzanne.”

“Do you want to lick it more than you want to lick your wonderful wife Kay’s pussy?”

“Yes, Suzanne.”

“Say it.”

“I want to lick your pussy more than Kay’s. I’ll do anything to taste your pussy, please Suzanne.”

“I don’t think you’ve earned the right to do that, Jay. What about my asshole, Jay? Maybe I can let you taste my asshole. Do you ever lick Kay’s asshole?”

“I don’t lick her asshole. I would love to lick yours.”

“Ok, just a taste. Stick out your tongue….”

I again felt her hand on the back of my head. She pulled my face into her ass, and my tongue searched out her puckered rosebud. I expected only a brief moment of contact, but she let me linger, and I explored as deeply into her flesh as I could, feeling arousal wrap me like a blanket as this humbling act touched deep psychological chords.

She pulled her ass away from me, and she apparently squatted down to put her face on level with mine. “Did you like the way my ass tasted, Jay?”

“Yes, thank you, Suzanne.”

“So you’d kiss my pussy and lick my ass… what else would you do for me? Would you suck a cock for me, Jay?”

“I don’t know….”

“Oh, Jay. I don’t like what I’m hearing. Let me ask you again. Would you suck a cock for me?”

“Yes, yes, Suzanne. I would suck a cock for you. I would do anything for you.”

“Would you let him cum in your mouth, Jay?”

“Yes, if you wanted it.”

“Better answer. What if I let you lick my asshole, then made you suck a cock, had him cum in your mouth, and then… here’s the fun part… made you go home and kiss Kay… without brushing your teeth or anything… if you had to go home and kiss Kay… with ass and cum on your breath. Would you do that, Jay?”

“Yes, I would do anything for you.”

“Jay, I think you might just be a fucking liar. But you know what… I’m going to make an honest man out of you. I’m going to give you a taste of what it really feels like to be controlled by a woman. Before I’m done with you, I really will own you. You have no idea what that means, but you will. You think you like the way it sounds. It scares you, but still you like it. I think you will eventually love it, but it will get worse before it gets better.”

“I do want you to control me. I feel it happening already.”

“You have no idea, Jay. Let’s get you unshackled, take your blindfold off and give you a good fucking to remember who the bitch is around here. Would you like that?”

“Yes, very much.”

I heard her unclick the hook that suspended my arms to the ceiling. She next unclasped my wrists. I first let them drop, but then lifted and rubbed each of them with my other hand. I felt her move around me and unhook my ankles from the stretcher bars. I remained blindfolded and on my knees and could sense her take a position in front of me. My cock was rock hard between my legs. I felt her hand grab my balls firmly, and I sensed her face very close to my own. She was very nearly kissing me, and I could taste the air between us. It was sweet with her breath.

“Of all the men that come to see me,” she began whispering in my ear, “You are special among them. I have chosen you. I play with them, I’m going to own you… really. I want you to think about that as I fuck you right now. Lie back like a good boy and open your legs.”

She lifted the blindfold off of my eyes. Her tongue traced the top of my lip and up along my cheek. She closed my eyes with her mouth. Her hair fell around me, and she gently lowered me onto my back, keeping my legs spread wide. With a light behind her, she glowed magnificently. She had a red corset, blond hair, and a black phallus strapped to her crotch. “This is a very small cock,” she told me. “You will learn to take larger, but I want this to be about pleasure, not pain.”

With this I felt her strap-on penetrate my ass. I arched my back and moaned as she worked up to a steady rhythm. She pushed my legs apart and leaned into me, her long hair falling on my chest. “Tell me, Jay, am I fulfilling you?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“Are you beginning to get the idea that this is for real?”

“Yes, Suzanne. I really… oh, oh… I am.”

“You don’t know the half of it. You will have financial commitments to me, personal commitments, time commitments…. you will honor them, right Jay?” She pulled her cock from my ass and stood above me.

“Yes, anything for you, Suzanne.”

“Good boy. Now my kitchen is a fucking mess. Get in there and clean the dishes, clean the oven, and clean the floor on your knees.”

I stood and walked towards the door. I could feel the looseness in my well-fucked asshole. I clenched my ass tightly which must have made my walk look funny. “Suzanne, is it….”

“Open the door,” she said, “It’s down the hallway on the left. The cleaning supplies are under the sink.”

Naked and humbled, I walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t kidding; it was really a mess. I walked over to the sink to get started on the dishes. That’s when I first looked over into the living room and saw that I wasn’t alone. There was a man in there, wearing jeans and no t-shirt, watching ESPN on the television. He ignored me, so I just continued to go about my business. I filled one half of the sink with warm soapy water, making certain that the dirtiest dishes were being soaked while I started washing and rinsing what I could. I was placing items on the drying rack when Suzanne walked in. She was wearing a short, silk robe.

“What do you think of my new bitch?” she asked the man in the living room.

“Send him in.” With a nod of her head, Suzanne sent me off for inspection. I stood in front of this man, turned myself around to give him a better look, and then remained standing with my head bowed. This was more humiliating than anything that had happened between Suzanne and me in private. My cock hung smallish and limp between my legs.

“He needs to cut back on carbs, do some sit-ups, some push-ups and trim his pubes back a bit. That’s what I think.” He waived me away with my hand and I headed back to the kitchen.

“Did you get that?

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

“Good. Finish cleaning the kitchen. Make sure Ryan here approves of your work, then go grab your clothes – they are next to the door to my chamber – and get yourself dressed. There is a key on top of your clothes. You’ll need it to open the back door when you come here tomorrow morning at 6:30 a.m. Coffee will be made, it’s on a timer. Get two cups and bring it in to us in our bedroom on a try with cream and sugar. Ryan goes to work by 7:00, so don’t be late.”

“But I can’t, I have an appointment tomorrow and….”

“Jay… didn’t you just get done acknowledging that I own you… I control you. Don’t give me any fucking excuses. Be here by 6:30. Oh, and don’t dare fuck your wife between now and then. Don’t even touch your cock; I own it too.”

She turned and left, going into her bedroom. She was apparently getting dressed, as I saw her leave her room and head out the front door in jeans with her car keys in her hand. I spent an hour finishing up in the kitchen before I finally asked Ryan in to inspect it. “Kneel,” he commanded while he looked around. He was younger than me, and taller. He had thick blonde hair and a smooth, well-muscled chest. “I approve,” he said. “Get dressed and get out of here.”

I scurried back to the chambers and did as I was told. I put the key in my pocket and contemplated how I would get out of my appointment in the morning. I could do it this time, but how could I do this repeatedly. What had I gotten myself into? In the height of my mental submission, I had agreed to more than I really thought she would do. I thought it was just a game. I surrendered myself and she took complete advantage of the circumstances.