A true tale of cuckold. (Part 7)
As our relationship developed we were always coming up with new ideas, I had installed a sex swing in one of my spare rooms which was great fun. This part of the story is not all about cuckolding its what else that was going on at the same time my gf had tried a bit of domination (as she mentioned to me should always wanted to be a dom) on me in the first few months of our relationship as I had a vast array of toys and equipment, in one recollection I was dressed as a kinky nurse in a pvc nurse's dress along with white pvc thigh boots. I had a collar on and she attached an anal hook inside me and chained it to my collar but we soon ended up just having sex on the sofa she later on said it felt weird dominating me. So one morning, months and months after the anal hook episode, she was telling me about getting a part time job, a local pub to her were after bar maids and she was thinking about going for it. I asked her why don't you work as a pro dom from my home in the playroom we had created. I went on to tell her as well as been a pro dom you should also run a dressing service as there was nothing like that for 100s of miles near us. I had a massive wardrobe of all sorts and some kinky outfits and I encouraged her to think about it. I said you don't have sex with them, its not illegal, she thought about it and was asking me questions, you could see her mind going into overdrive thinking about it and said well why not especially when I mentioned she would make more in an hour then she would make in 3 nights of bar work, she agreed.
Along with the sex swing that I had put up I bought some stainless steel ankle and wrist restraints and secured some shackles on the wall and floor, chains were then ran through so you could spread a sub star like with there hands lifted above there heads at angles and there legs spread apart at the bottom. I had an old antique church bench which we placed in the room, perfect for spanking, and painted half of the room black and hung some whips, crops and toys from the back of the door. We then took some great pics that showed her dressed in a pvc black dress, sheer black stockings and killer heels along with a Goddess M anklette I had made for her through an online site. The pictures looked great as she posed in front of the swing with a strap on along with uniforms, high heels and toys etc. We looked at other pro dom adverts placed adverts to get extra ideas and set up advertising her services online and she even joined this site and advertised on here some of you may remember her. I always had the passwords to these sites to access messages and give advice.
Her online profile was cleared and she was active within hours the messages were coming in which. I was off work that week and we were reading through messages, I said this guy has messaged us quite a bit, he seems genuine. We noticed he had a high heel fetish (a bit might me, but I didn't go as far as him!) and was looking for an appointment later that afternoon. I said that would be a good start for you, he just wants to lick your high heels and cum in them. So she gave him her new number (we put a sim card in an old phone) and he rang, a time was arranged and she gave him the postcode of the local shop 50 yards away. She went upstairs to change. I went upstairs, for been as comfortable on Cuck and Queen meets she was a bit nervous, I went back downstairs and returned with a glass of wine for her and told her don't worry you will be fine, remember you are the dom, play the part of it, you are in charge and they will do anything you command. To be fare to her she had done some research on this, watching films online and I always drummed into her making sure you gave the sub a safe word for her to stop, though this meet she was meeting some guy with a high heel fetish. Well it was around half an hour to go to her appointment and she came into the front room with a glass of wine dressed in her pvc dress, heels and stocking's. I commented on how great she looked, she looked incredible! It was ten minutes to go and her phone rings, he was parked up at the local shop she gave him the address and the easy directions to get here and hung up. Minutes later the door chaps, I mention "break a leg, remember your acting" as she leaves the room to answer the door, she invites him in and he hands over his fee. She then returned to me in sitting quietly in the front room and hands me the cash before going back to see to her client and leading him upstairs to our playroom. I don't think she was away for even 15 minutes when I heard them coming back downstairs and hearing them say goodbye, they were actually having a laugh about something so that was a good sign. So with her client gone she reappeared and said well that was easy and told me how he had licked her high heels all over, then she had to take her shoe of and he lay on the floor and fucked it, cumming inside it. Later that evening we were in bed kissing, touching, feeling and she asked me "What do you prefer your gf been a Queen or been a dom?" To be honest her as a pro dom was either here or there with me I loved how she was my Queen the fact that she was a pro dom now didn't turn me on, it was a job as far as I was concerned, I was proud of her, if I had a service what we created I would have visited it! Her business took of and she was doing well, but she used quite large percentages of the funds to buy more equipment and clothes, we would trawl second hand shops for clothes and heels and with some online purchases we had clothes in all sizes and heels from 5 to 12.
The thoughts of my Queen's previous outings used to arose me all the time and that's were our next idea came from. I was telling her this, about me been aroused all the time by her adventures and how it was her fault (I was wanking all the time she caught me wanking that morning in her bed as she was downstairs making breakfast, she came from nowhere into the room and asked me "are you wanking?" with a cheeky smile on her face) after the laughing had stopped between the two of us. I went on telling her, "you need to reign this in and I want you to control my cock as it yours", she agreed and we started shopping around online for chastity devices. We tried a few but they were too small, I was gifted down there and the rings that fit around the base of your cock in between your balls and your body were just to small but we soon found one that did. It was a lovely early Sunday afternoon at her home and we decided to go out for a drink. It was decided by her to put me into chastity, she drew the blinds of her front room, got my new device out and clipped the ring in place and slid the cage over my cock before fitting the padlock and putting the key around her necklace, a key was also hidden in my car in case of emergency. A taxi picked us up and we headed out, me caged. I never noticed it apart from going to the toilet at he first bar and my urine going all over, from now on I would have to sit to pee! That night we lay in bed and she was teasing me so much rubbing my balls kissing me and mentioning some of the times she had met bulls, she knew what she was doing (my cock was worse than Clint Eastwood wanting to escape Alcatraz lol). We had read online about a Cuck couple who had sex whilst the Cuck was caged and we tried. I basically got no enjoyment out of it at all, I couldn't feel anything basically just the cold metal of my cage, but she seemed to enjoy and it was the first time in months I lasted more than 10 minutes. The next morning as I was lay on my back in bed she took my cage of to wash my cock, she owned it now and was taken care of it she informed me. I was so hard as she washed my cock up and down as she cleaned around my helmet. How she managed to get my hard cock back into the cage was unbelievable, I got showered dressed and headed for work, caged. Now that is the thing been caged, its ok if your at a desk job for example. I worked in the construction industry and would be up and down on scaffolds, step ladders etc all day. It got till around 11 ish and I was sore down stairs, the metal cage had been rubbing to much on my cock as I carried out my chores. I phoned my Queen up and told her the problem, she immediately gave me the location where she had hidden a key in my car and I got the key before sneaking off to the toilets to remove the device. I returned to my gfs home that night were she applied cream to my raw cock and we decided on other plans for chastity and Cuck and Queen meets.
As I mentioned in a previous part of my story, when I was in the sex club, I over heard her having sex with a guy and found it a massive turn on. I was now ready to see her have sex with a bull. We used our couple's swingers account to find a bull who would perform in front of me and he was found. We planned how the meet was going to enfold. We both agreed that if everything was ok and he followed us back home from the bar the pair of them were to sit next to each other at my breakfast bar in my kitchen. I than asked you should send me upstairs to put the fan on in our playroom and when I return I come back too you kissing him then taking his hand and leading him back upstairs. I said that would be a massive turn on for me, she agreed that would be good to do. We were meeting in a local bar once again that neither of us frequented at 6 pm on the forthcoming Friday. Friday came and as before I bathed, dried her, watch her do her apply make up and dress her in her sexy Queen outfit and we headed to the bar not 10 minutes away. We arrived at the bar and sat in a secluded part that was hidden from the main bar but opposite the side door. She messaged the bull were we where situated in the bar and within minutes he walked and and greeted us, He was very polite and we chatted about all sorts before moving on to the subject of sex. My gf asked both me then the bull if we were all happy to go through with this, we both agreed, quickly finished of our drinks and he followed us down to my home were the fun would begin. |
