Servant to a powerful wife.

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Letter to the cuck pt. 4

I smiled and curled up to his cock and began to suck it. I wasn’t going to quit until he came. As I began to suck his cock, he grabbed my hair and pushed my head down while shoving his cock to the back of my throat. He then began fucking my mouth, ramming his cock into the back of my throat. Over and over, getting even more forceful, I so loved it being used that way. I enjoyed thinking of you in the other room, in panties and locked up while this stallion fucked my mouth.

When he had enough of that, he pulled me up and had me straddle him so I could ride his cock. It felt so good lowering myself onto that massive thing, fucking that cock with all I had. He just sat back and smiled as I felt another orgasm come on, and watched with pleasure as I came all over his cock.

He then surprised me after only about 10 minutes of riding his cock, he pulled me off. He told me to get on all fours, then moved in behind and with no gentleness at all, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back as he shoved his cock into my pussy ramming it all of the ways in.

This was a whole new level of fucking. Pulling my head back as far as he could, smacking my ass with his other hand and fucking me harder than I have ever been fucked. I was no longer the person I was when I arrived, I was his fuck thing, no concern about how I felt, his only concern was to fuck me until he came.

After, shit, I don’t know how long I felt his cock harden and then strings of cum fill my cunt. He just kept fucking me and kept cumming for what seemed forever. Nothing like your small little squirts, but an explosion of cum.

I then laid on my back and he spread my legs a bit so he could see his cum dripping from my cunt. That’s when I texted you to come into the room and lick my pussy clean. I hope you didn’t mind sucking his cock clean too?

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Letter to the cuck pt. 3

He smiled as he spread my legs open, getting an eyeful of my swollen, soaking cunt. He reached down with his left thumb, rubbing my clit, while he slid his long middle finger on his right hand into my waiting pussy. I exploded into an orgasm almost immediately.

He didn’t let up, working my clit with one hand and rubbing my g-spot with the other, I came over and over, he was a master.

He then went to work with his mouth, licking my clit with his thick, heavy tongue. Just a few minutes of that and I exploded into another orgasm. I had already experienced one of the most incredible sexual encounters of my life and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

I didn’t have to wait long though. He climbed on top of me, not at all concerned about putting all of his weight on me and pinning me under him. He made sure my legs were spread wide and placed the head of his cock against my opening, then began to push his cock into me.

As I felt that monster stretch my pussy, I could hear myself moaning loudly, not by choice, it just came out. I spread my legs as wide as I could, welcoming his cock into my tight little pussy. He whispered in my ear as he continued to slide his cock into me, telling me how tight my pussy is. I thought to myself that your little cock had never stretched me out like this.

He just kept shoving it in and I was wondering if I could take it all. Once he got that whole thing into me, I could tell that he had completely filled my pussy. He laid there for a moment, giving me time to accept his cock, then after a sweet kiss on my cheek, he began to fuck me. Slowly moving his cock in and out while telling me how great my pussy felt.

A few minutes in, I began to cum, again and again. He just kept pumping. After a while, he lifted himself up onto his arms and really started going to town. Pounding my pussy and fucking me really hard. I could hear myself screaming with pleasure. I kept expecting him to cum, but his stamina was so much better than yours, he just kept fucking me. Five minutes, then ten, he just kept fucking and I couldn’t get enough.

After 20 minutes of good hard fucking, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face, he slowed his pace and pulled out, then laid on his back. I asked if he were all right, he just smiled and said that he thought I might need a rest. My pussy felt like jelly, stretched and fucked into submission.

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Letter to the cuck pt. 2

When I got his cock free from his pants, I was stunned. They say that black men have big cocks, but I am certain that he is even larger than the average black man. You said that I deserved to be fucked by a big cock, well I would say that I got all that I deserved.

I immediately took him in my mouth and began sucking on this huge cock. How could I not, he didn’t need to ask and I didn’t need to think about it, it just had to be done.

I tried so hard to fit more of his cock into my mouth, but I could just get the head and a bit of the shaft. I am used to taking your whole cock into my mouth, which is easy to do, but his cock was a whole different story.

While I licked and sucked on his cock, he removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants until he was standing in front of me completely naked. What a specimen, not an ounce of fat could be seen.

He interrupted my cock sucking so that he may remove my clothing, which he did delicately, but with a firmness that obviously comes naturally to him.

In a flash, I was standing in front of him, both of us completely nude. He once again took me in, his huge cock pointing straight out at me as he smiled.

He now placed his hand behind my neck, lifting my face to his as shoved his tongue into my mouth, while playing with my nipple with the other hand. Pinching and tugging. I cupped his ass with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. Then in one sweeping motion, he reached both hands down, cupped my ass and lifted me off of the ground, carried me down the hall and to his bed, laying me down on my back.

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Letter to the cuck pt. 1

The first thing that I noticed was that he was tall, easily 6’3” or more. His smile was full and sincere, I like that.

He gave me a look, checking me out from head to toe, smiling and nodding his head with approval. He should approve, I looked hot. I wore tight jeans and a low-cut top showing off my ample tits.

We had spoken quite a few times since you introduced us. I only told you about a few of them. Many of our discussions had gotten very naughty and he shared what he found attractive, so I obliged.

He wore a nice dress shirt and slacks, classy but not too dressy.

When he walked up to me and began to rub my shoulder, I was taken by how large his hands are. They were also heavy, his grip solid, so different than the way that you touch me.

I was already starting to get wet, I saw nothing but someone I wanted fucking me standing in front me.

He asked me if he could kiss me, I thought that was sweet. I reached up and placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to my waiting lips. His tongue was thick and long, I began to imagine what it would feel like having that tongue licking my pussy.

We kissed for quite some time, giving him time to slide his hand down and cup my ass. His hand was so big, nearly cupping my ass cheek. He lifted me just so slightly with just one hand while shoving his tongue into my mouth. It was a raw strength, I moaned with approval.

While we kissed, I could feel his cock harden against my stomach. I wasted no time unbuckling his belt and working my way to that cock.

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More Happened

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed except for the panties I had just helped her to remove. She then told me to get back on my knees and come to her. As I approached, she lifted her skirt, when I got close enough, she grabbed a hand full of hair and shoved my face into her pussy.

I eagerly got to work. She was soaking wet and took very little time for her achieve her first orgasm of the night. When I looked up, Tony was sitting next to her, had her blouse undone, tits out, fondling and pinching her nipple while they kissed.

Moments later, she had Tony shoved on his back and climbed on, riding his cock with great pleasure. They went at it with her on top, then broke, so she could finish removing all of her clothing, with my assistance, then on her back and Tony on top, fucking her like mad while she moaned and rolled one orgasm after another.

They broke again and I was made to suck his cock some more while she got each of them something to drink. She drank her water, occasionally pushing down on my head to shove his cock to the back of my mouth.

She then positioned herself on all fours and told Tony to get his dick out of my mouth and into her cunt.

I moved aside and Tony jumped up, stood behind her and started drilling her from behind. As he went at it, my wife grabbed the leash and pulled in front of so she could shove her tongue into my mouth, kissing me with all of her passion while Tony fucked her.

I could feel his thrusts and the passion his cock was stirring was felt through her mouth. She whimpered and moaned into my mouth as she came over and over.

Tony finally moaned that he was going to cum, my wife just moaned her approval as he shot his cum into my wife’s pussy. My wife just kept cumming, truly enjoying the feel of this large cock cumming inside of her.

Once Tony finally finished, my wife tugged on her leash and told me to lay on my back. I knew what was coming, and I was right. She straddled my face so I could lick her freshly fucked, cum filled pussy. As she was riding my face, Tony slid over and started kissing her again.

Once she was pleased with my cleaning, she did something new and told me to clean Tony. I rolled over onto my side and started sucking his wet and dripping cock, which surprisingly was not as flaccid as I had expected. My wife positioned herself behind me, spooning me and whispering encouragement as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. This kept up long enough to get him hard again, so he could fuck my wife more.

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Something happened.

I haven’t had much to add until recently. Things have continued on as last stated. I come home, strip, do housework, serve our dinner and take care of anything my wife needs until she is ready to sleep. I have spent a great deal of time with my mouth on her pussy, or bent over something getting punished for whatever various thing she might find. Most recently, I received a pretty severe caning, with each hit, her saying small, cock, small, cock.

Last Friday, my wife surprised me with a trip to Vegas. It has been a while since our last trip, something that we used to do a bit more often.

We arrived at a Residence Inn, my wife had reservations and before long, we were in our hotel room. She told me to strip, which I did immediately. 

She then told me that she bought me a gift, pulling a bag from her carry on. I opened it to find white thigh highs and a pink collar. She told me that I now have a new uniform. I was then told to get in uniform, which I did. I asked about panties and was told that panties are not part of my uniform.

Once I got the thigh highs on, the whole time my wife watched with a smile on her face, she put my pink collar on. She stepped back and looked me over with a look of approval. She then handed me a couple of shoe boxes, one with heels, the other with flats. She told me to put on the heels, which I did.

I then stood by my wife, keeping her wine glass full and fetching her the clothing that she requested. The clothing that she requested was some of her sexier clothing. Garter belt,thigh highs, sexy panties and bra, covered with a silk blouse and long skirt that goes perfect with her boots.

I asked where we were going and was told that I was not going anywhere and that I was to wait for her just as I was while she ran an errand. She then left a few moments later, which was my chance to turn on the game and relax.

She returned about 45 minutes later with much to my surprise, her old lover Tony. It has been over a year since we had seen him. They appeared very happy to be together.

“Get up and say hi” she said in a fairly authoritative tone. I was shocked, exposing me like this. Tony just smiled, he apparently expected to see me like this. As I approached, putting out my hand to shake his, my wife clipped a leash to my collar and pulled me to my knees.

“This is not how you should say hi, now is it?” I was confused until she told me to pull his cock out and start sucking on it. When I paused, she tugged the leash and said, “NOW”.

I was scared and excited, my wife’s favorite state. I slid his hardening cock into my mouth and started to bob. As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, it continued to grow and harden. She always really liked the size of his cock and I could see why.

As I continued to suck his cock, my wife snuggled up next to him and started making out, their tongues in each others mouths. While they made out, she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She told me to untie his shoes, which he kicked off while I continued to suck his cock. She unfastened his slacks and began to lower them. I then helped him step out of them.

So here I was, on my knees in front of her naked lover, sucking his cock, while my wife, fully dressed commented on what had to be the hottest thing she ever saw.

I was then finally allowed off of my knees so that I could help my wife out of her panties. 

More to follow.

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What is her motivation?

At this time in our marriage, I spend a lot of time nude. It is my uniform, assuring that my focus is on my servitude to my wife.

I clean house nude, I do our laundry nude, I serve our food nude and I do what ever I am told to do nude.

Since being nude nearly all of the time I am at home, I have been getting quite a few punishments. Last night, she took to caning me for no real reason, just that she really wanted to. It was a harsh one, my ass is bruised and there are still welts. Once she was done, she sent me to the kitchen to get a snack and some coffee.

I came out with a plate of sandies and coffee. She asked me to stand next to her while we ate. While she ate, she stared at my penis. "Do you know why I punished you?” I replied that I did not. “When I see that little dick of yours, I just want to do stuff to you.”

I did not know how to respond, so I simply asked her what that meant. She went on to explain that the site of a cock has an effect on her, as it likely does most straight women. A nice long thick cock makes her feel more submissive, imagining being under this powerful man as he shoved his huge cock inside of her made her wet and excited. 

Little dicks like mine illicit a different urge. A feeling of authority and a need to dole out that authority on this little man incapable of pleasing her with his tiny dick. It is a huge turn on for her to punish and dominate the man with a tiny dick. A little dick and a red ass brings her great joy. My humiliation is mandatory. I should be fucked and made to suck big cocks for her amusement. I should be denied orgasms having such a small dick. These are all of the feelings my little dick stir inside of her.

Our night ended with me pleasing my wife with my mouth and hands, bringing her to many many orgasms. When she had had enough, she turned her attention to my penis, flicked at it with her fingers and told me that if it were a nice big cock, she would have sucked it and I would have fucked her, but this little thing does not warrant the time and attention. She then told me to get in bed and that the kitchen better be clean and her clothes ready when she gets up the morning. 

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Back to bootcamp.

I was waiting at home, as I now understand is required, wearing nothing but a pair of panties while vacuuming when my wife arrived home.

She said nothing, went to my closet, grabbed some slacks and a shirt and told me that I am taking her out.

We had a nice dinner, and a wonderful conversation. We discussed where we want this to go. She explained to me that she has enjoyed the past few days and how much easier it is for her to know that her control is in full effect. She shared that she has seen great improvement in my behavior and the execution of my chores. Her confidence in me is returning after my failure to follow her instructions after ruining our dinner. She assured me that she is more then encouraged to maintain these controls based on how well I am responding.

My response was very positive, happy for the praise and that she is encouraged, which of course led to the next question, why ask about direction? She explained that I appeared to express concern in my last post. That I thought that it was a sort of retribution born out of anger for ruining the dinner. She assured me that it was nothing of the sort.

She explained that when we started this, she only knew one way to do it, and that was to go all in. I recalled how I was punished for so many things. She was putting herself through a sort of training, or what she calls boot camp while she was doing the same to me. The results were immediate. 

As time passed, she hoped that our lives were normalizing and that we had rounded the corner. But she now sees that it was not enough. She outlined a few other areas that she felt were falling short, so we are now back to boot camp. 

The purpose is to develop an environment where I am in her service at all times. One way to do this is to wear a uniform, mine is panties or nothing at all. It is impossible to forget my purpose while in uniform. Another tried and true boot camp principle is to keep me busy, and of course the third is accountablitly and punishment when standards are not met.

So I was asked if I now understood that it isn't retribution, only strict guidelines to help me remember my place so that we may avoid severe failings in the future. I told her that I understood and that I am going to work hard to assure that I do not fail her. She agreed to return some of my rights over time, if she is confident that I can do so without forgetting my place. I thanked her for that.

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Don't burn the roast.

I have become aware of something that both interests me and worries me. Our story starts on Saturday. My wife put a roast in the oven with the fixings, carrots and onions, after taking special care to season and prepare the roast. Once in the oven, she left to do some clothes shopping with a friend of hers. My job was to keep an eye on the roast and clean the house. My wife came home to a partially cleaned home, a burning smell and me asleep in bed. I had hit the gym and a shower, then nodded off. Needless to say, she was not very happy. First words were "Strip!". I jumped out of bed and was nude moments later. Next word was "Kitchen!". She watched as I cleaned the kitchen, throwing out her roast that was beyond saving. Once cleaned, the wooden spoon came out, she bent me over the counter and really let me have it. I kept crying out how sorry I was, but she paid no attention. When she finished, my ass was on fire covered in welts. She made me sit at the table while she prepared my dinner, peanut butter sandwich and tap water. She then took pictures of the inside of the refrigerator and cupboards, letting me know that if I helped myself to anything else, she would know and that the punishment would be worse. She then left to go to her favorite restaurant with my credit card, while I finished the house work and laundry. So what have I learned? While I am grateful that once the punishment is finished, all is forgiven and we move on, when she is truly angered, she will be more strict and punish more often for a period of time after. I have rarely been allowed to wear clothing, I have been stripped and punished for mixing her slacks and blouses in her closet. When I put her clothes away, slacks on one side, blouses on the other. I failed to give her a 2nd fork when we had salad with dinner. I got dressed without asking. She did not have a fresh towel on her towel rack when she took a shower, even though it was done at an unusual time. I have been spanked, caned and made to stand in the corner. I can freely wear panties, but anything else requires permission. I learned that when I came home from work and had not undressed and put my clothes away. So do to one burnt dinner, I am now responsible for so much more and have far fewer rights.

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This is a great resource and played a big part in helping my wife understand the need for punishment in any FLR. The Tips and Methods page is what my wife followed when we started.

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Shhh

My wife and I love to take cruises. As much fun as they are, they do pose a few challenges. First of all, we pack carefully. We do not want to take anything that might be discovered in a foreign country. And there is also the fact that you can hear much of what is taking place in the cabins next to you.

My wife likes the noise a good spanking, whipping, caning makes. She feels that she is getting her point across when it is a noisy affair. But being on a cruise ship, she is certain that our neighbors will hear and there is no telling how they may react. The last thing we want is a knock on the door while she in punishing me.

Because of this, I have been given a bit more freedom than usual. But on our last trip, I succeeded in crossing a line. There is usually one dinner in which we are seated with other passengers, giving us the opportunity to meet new people. Unfortunately, at our table sat a young couple, the wife was particularly attractive and very personable. Her and I hit it off and spent much of our dinner conversing about our careers and marriage and children, on and on. Her career was interesting due to the authority her job granted her. She was very much in charge of her life, which of course is something that I find attractive in women.

My wife did not let on a bit that it bothered her. Our walk back to the cabin was done, arm in arm and both seemingly very happy. This is one of the things that I love about our relationship, no passive aggressive hurt feelings. My wife deals with the things that she objects to, then we move on.

When we entered our cabin, my wife told me to strip. I made the mistake of asking why, I was not aware of doing anything wrong. She shot me that look that reminded me that I am not allowed to ask why, she would of course tell me why, while she punished me.

Once I was nude, she forced my head onto our bed, bending me at the waist, much like she does before spanking me. I thought that I had done something that had her so upset that she did not care about the noise.

She began to tell me that she did not like that I ignored her during our dinner and chose to pay too much attention to a young, attractive woman. As she was telling me what it was that she objected to, she reached between my legs and pinched my scrotum. She pinched hard and pulled, while at the same time, jerking my head back. I gasped and whimpered, which is what she was looking for. She pulled harder, then upward while saying “tippie toes”. No need to tell me twice, I was as high on my toes as I could get.

She then began to see the sort of control that she had and began walking me around the cabin. Hand full of hair in her left hand, scrotum in her right. I was marched around, bent over at the waist while she asked me how it would feel if little miss hottie saw me now, then giggled. I spent that night making up for my bad behavior. I fold clothes while she pinched a pulled my scrotum, a few times making me do it over because it was not done well enough. She made me stand in the corner, pulling on my own scrotum while she commented on how much that skin can stretch. 

This has become her go-to punishment now whenever she needs to do so quietly. While staying at her parents’ house, once at a party a couple of times while camping in our tent, to name a few. She has also combined it with a spanking if she wants to really get her point across. She has also moved on to using clothe pins during corner time, as well as using cord to pull on my balls. CBT has become an occasional pleasure for my wife and one more thing for me to fear.

I am continually impressed with my wife’s creativity.

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Copy of my first post.

After being married for five years my relationship with my wife has been turned around drastically since my wife is now in charge and I am taking orders and punishment when I need it. It is very embarrassing to me that I am subject to a hard bare bottom spanking. Today for example, I was given a list of chores to be done. Well, I didn't finish them all and a few were done not to her satisfaction. Before dinner I was bent over the end of the kitchen counter and got paddled about 50 times with her wooden paddle, yes on the bare. Well guys guess I am going to shape up. My first marriage didn't work but I think that this wife will keep me in line. 

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