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I havent been around for a year, and I can only apologise for that. The pandemic has brought with it a lot of changes in my home dynamic and I will explain it all once I have continued my story with Mike and Sandra.

To recap, Sandra has me tied, face down to her bed whilst Mike is away on a business trip. She has just told me I am to become a cuckcake, but the only one of Mike’s many cakes that Sandra will be the mistress off. My training for that role, one I do not want, is about to begin.

Humiliation seemed to be the route Sandra wanted to take. She begun by probing her fingers around my pussy, as though she was inspecting it. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me and I started screaming at her to stop.

Without a word, Sandra opened up the bedside drawer and removed a leather strap with a ball attached. Before I had much time to figure out what it was, Sandra was forcing the ball into my mouth, an expert it seemed as she waited for me to scream again and took her chance whilst my mouth was open. Pulling back on the straps, the ball pushed against my teeth at first until I had no choice but to allow the solid, rubber ball all the way in. Doing up the buckle at the back, the straps cut into my cheeks. Trying to scream was now futile and it was just muffled sounds that could be heard.

Behind me somewhere, I could hear something being dragged across the floor. I would learn later that this couple were not new to training and domination, with a whole array of toys and equipment that I had never seen before. Though, most of it had previously been used to humiliate and torture Sandra until I came along. How I had never heard any of those sessions between the couple, or noticed other women come and go, I had no idea.

Sandra pushed my pussy lips apart with her fingers and I felt something firm and cold against my entrance. Sandra pushed it in slightly before leaning over to me.

“You wont be losing your virginity to my husband, you little slut. You’ll be losing it to a rubber cock. And believe me, it wont be the love making you have always dreamt of.”

I hadn’t even thought about my virginity before that moment or Mike taking it away since this all started. The greatness of this sudden realisation hit me and I once again started to thrash against my restraints. I didnt want any of this. I didnt want Mike. I didnt want to be a part of these games. I just wanted it to stop. As I carried on thrashing, Sandra took hold of the dildo and pushed it firmly, but slowly inside me. The pain as my hymen broke took my breath away and I froze, in shock. It was done. My pussy had been changed forever and in that one moment, I realised I was completely at the mercy of this woman for the rest of my life. Not Mike. Not the man I had childishly been seducing, but his wife. 

Sandra slowly fucked my sore and swollen pussy until the dildo slid in and out with more ease, the mix of sexual fluids combined with the blood of my broken virginity lubricating it well. Her rhythm increased until she was fucking me hard enough for my hips to be moving furiously along with it, uncontrollably. Sandra was right. This was nothing like the making love of films I had seen or books I had read. My head was pounding now and I felt myself near fainting.

I guess Sandra stopped after I did pass out, because when I awoke I felt no other trauma other than the damage done by the dildo and she was sitting on a chair next to the bed, naked and playing with herself.

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We kissed for a while as she carried on playing with my nipples, just gently pinching them. As I was starting to feel more comfortable, if not still confused, she suddenly clamped my nipple in between her thumb and forefinger hard making me scream. The pain shot through me like I'd had my nipple pierced. I pulled away, but she grabbed me and pulled me over onto my front, repositioning herself so she was now straddled on top of me, holding my arms down. I thrashed and kicked, but she was surprisingly strong.

"Let me tell you now, I dont like you. In fact, I despise you. I didnt want children, but I ended up taking you in. And you've been nothing but a little brat. And now my husband wants to fuck you. This week is going to be hard for you."

I was crying now, still thrashing, but she had a good grip.

"You just told me you were ok with that! Get the fuck off me, you fucking bitch!"

"I am. Because I have to be. But I also said I wanted so badly to punish you. And this week, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Now get up!"

She climbed off me, but grabbed my hair, yanking it hard so that I had no choice but to go in the direction she wanted me to go. Dragging me off the bed, I stood, naked, crying and suddenly cold and frightened. She pulled me by my hair into her bedroom and threw me on to the bed, locking the door behind her. She approached the bedside table and as she did so, I leaped off the bed and tried to get away from her. She didnt seem to care. I had nowhere to go anyway. As I stood shivering in the furthest corner, trying to cover my modesty, Sandra opened the drawer and pulled out a bundle of chains and leather. In my inexperienced mind, I saw more whips, but as she untangled them and lay them on the bed, I slowly started to figure out what they were.

Four leather cuffs, each connected to a chain and linked together in the centre, forming a large "x" shape on the bed. Still not paying me much attention, Sandra pushed up the mattress and lay the restraints across the slats, making sure just the cuffs fell over the side of each corner of the bed frame. Replacing the mattress and checking all the cuffs for easy access, she then finally turned her attentions on me.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way? Easy way, you do as you are told without fighting. Hard way, I force you to do as you are told and the session is very bad for you."

I wasnt being tied down. As she walked around the bed towards me, I picked up her jewellery box and launched it at her. It missed, but jewellery flew everywhere. As I watched the scatter of pearls and gems roll around the floor, she grabbed me and slapped me hard across the face. I was so shocked, I couldn't react. She gripped hard again on the nipple she had already assaulted and pulled me by it to the bed. Still with my nipple feeling like it was going to rip right off if I tried to struggle, she easily managed to lower me face down onto the bed.

It didnt take her long to have me tied down, arms and legs spread, unwillingly exposed and helpless. And in what followed over the next few hours soon had me realising she wasnt going to start off slowly.

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The following two days were awkward. Mike and Sandra acted as though nothing had happened. I wasnt even certain that Sandra knew what Mike had done to me. Maybe she knew he had whipped me, but surely she wouldn't have been ok with him touching my pussy the way he had?

As awkward as things were, I couldn't help but want Mike to touch me again. It had been the weekend, and I was grounded, so I spent those days doing my chores in skimpy shorts and tight tops, hoping it would arouse Mike enough to tempt him. It was a silly teenage game, I am sure now that the desperation I exhibited amused him more than anything. He didnt even seem to take much notice.

There was somebody who was taking notice though and had I realised, I may have stopped. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but always too late.

Mike announced at dinner on the Sunday that he was leaving in the morning on a business trip. He told me I was to stay at home for the week, I was still grounded, and help Sandra around the house.

After I had cleared away the dinner stuff and turned on the dishwasher, I headed upstairs. Mike was packing in their bedroom and I could hear him and Sandra having a quiet, but apparently heated conversation. Maybe she did know about all that went on the other night? But why would he tell her?

I felt flushed that the secret was out and headed to my room. Getting undressed and not bothering with any pyjamas, I climbed into bed. The effects of the drinking two nights before must have still been catching up with me because I quickly fell asleep and next woke up to hear the front door close and Mike's car pull off the driveway. I stretched, and felt the bruising on my backside as I rolled onto my back.

Sandra appeared at the door with a cup of tea, still in her short nighty.

"We need to talk" she said as she placed the mug on the bedside table.

"Erm...ok? What about?"

"Things are going to change around here. Your stunt at the weekend showed Mike and I that you...need to...shall we say, be trained better?"

I looked at her confused. Trained? Trained for what? The whipping was surely enough to "train" me to behave? I didnt want that to happen again. I subconsciously rubbed the bruises.

"Mike tells me you love him?"

My face was on fire. How could he tell her that? Why would he tell her that?

"I dont know what you mean?"

"Have you ever heard of a cuckcake?" She looked at me in the eyes, a serious expression spreading across her face.

I shook my head.

"Well, I'm going to turn you into one. A good one. And it means you get to fuck Mike." She almost sounded as if she was bribing me into whatever she had in mind.

"Drink your tea. I'm going to show you what I mean. Today we are going to start exploring your new place in this family." She was starting to sound like a teacher engaging her pupil in a new topic.

We spent the next three hours watching porn and reading blogs from cuckcakes. It didnt take me that long to understand what she wanted. She wanted to watch me being fucked by her husband, but she would be my mistress. Training me and punishing me.

Once she felt I had watched and read enough, she put down the iPad and looked at me, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement. I gave her none. I was in shock. This wasnt normal. Eventually, I looked at her, but still nothing came from my mouth.

"Well, you haven't refused. I'm going to accept that as a yes?"

She slowly pushed back my covers and ran her fingers down my neck, and gently around my nipples. They got hard from the delicate touch. As she started to pinch them between her fingers, she started to talk again.

"I'm a cuckquean. Always have been. Mike sleeps with many women. And I have always been the submissive in their games. But when you started to misbehave, I wanted so badly to punish you. I realised I had been developing a need to be dominant over one of his cakes. Over you. I like that you love him. It means you are vulnerable. It means you'll feel the sting of jealousy that I have always had to feel. But the more jealous you become, the more trained you will be."

"You dont care that your husband fucks other women?"

"Oh, I do care. But it's what Mike needs. And I like giving him what he needs. As a wife, it is my job to please my husband. And now, it will be your job to please both of us."

She lay down on the bed next to me and hugged me. Without much of a breath in between, Sandra planted her lips on mine and we kissed. I found myself kissing her with the intent on pleasing her. I realised I probably wasnt going to need a lot of training.

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That day after the party was hell. I was hungover and stayed in bed all day. I was surprised that Sandra hadn’t been up and told me to get dressed and to do the chores as I was supposed to, but for the most part, she left me alone, other than to bring up some dinner that evening which I didn’t touch at all.

I had fallen asleep again and woke up in the dark. I rubbed my eyes, waiting for them to adjust. I looked at my clock, 9.20pm. As I rolled over, the duvet became tight. There, sitting on the edge of it was Mike.

“How are you feeling? Any better?” I thought for a minute. I did feel better. The nausea had gone now and my headache was just a dull ache that I barely noticed.

“Yeah, a lot better thanks.”

“Good. It’s time for your punishment.” I tried to sit up, but the duvet was tucke around me too tightly.

“Punishment? I thought I was grounded?”

“You are. But I doubt that will be enough. Now, I want you to get up and bend over the bed with your legs wide apart.”

“What! Are you joking? I’m not doing that!” I was shocked and angry at the suggestion.

“You will, little madam. You don’t have a choice. I can tie you down if you want?”

“You wouldn’t. I’m not moving from this spot.” I held the duvet even tighter around me.

“Very well. You’ll get an extra 10 on top of the 10 you were already going to get for disobedience.” He stood up and pulled the cover from me. “And for also disobeying me, you will be whipped naked.” He pinned me down, covering my mouth with his hand. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. He took my pyjama shorts off with one swift action. Then paused and smiled.

“I knew you would enjoy this. Better make sure the lashes are hard enough to teach you a lesson then.” I looked at him, wondering how on Earth he thought I was enjoying any of this. Then he showed me.

Flipping me over onto my front, he parted my legs. He looked at what was now on show to him. I hadn’t been wearing any knickers and was now completely exposed. He gently run his fingers up the inside of my leg before reaching my pussy. Pausing, before running a finger through my slit, parting my pussy lips. I subconsciously sighed and then felt humiliation. Rubbing his finger on my clit a few times, I knew now how he could tell I was enjoying it. His digit glided through the wetness with ease. There was no hiding it from him now.

I was close to cumming when he abruptly stopped and reached to the side of the bed. I glanced towards him and saw what sent a bolt through me. A long, leather riding crop was now being gripped in the hand that had just recently been making me feel so good. I barely had chance to protest as he brought the crop down on my arse cheeks, with a loud “thwack!”. The sting was like nothing else I had felt before. I screamed and my back arched, desperate to get away from the crop and from him.

“Stop, please, stop!” My words strained in my throat.

“Thwack!”

“Please, I promise to never do it again. I will do anything! Just, please...”

“Thwack!”

“Please...no...SIRRRR!” I had no idea where that last word had come from, but it seemed to stop Mike from bringing down anymore lashes for a while. He put down the crop and loosened his grip on me. I sat up, looking at him, the humiliation growing still.

“Sir? Why did you call me Sir?” He looked amused.

“I...I don’t know. It just sort of came out.” I looked at my hands.

“It seems you are a natural submissive. This is what you want. What you need. Now, before we start again with your punishment, I want you to repeat what you told me last night in the car.” I had to think carefully about last night before it dawned on me what he was talking about. I want going to repeat that! It was embarrassing.

“I cant remember.”

“Then make yourself remember. Otherwise we will add another 5 lashes to the ones I still owe you.”

“I really cant remember.” I sobbed.

“Well, then, Princess, lets see if you remember by the end of your punishment. Stand at the end of your bed and bend over. Or do you want more added again?” I decided to get it over with. He wasn’t going to let me off and it may stop him from asking that question again. I got up and stood at the end of the bed. He used the crop between my legs to remind me about spreading them. I did as I was told and then bent over. he didn’t hesitate this time.

“Thwack...Thwack...Thwack!” I managed eight before I collapsed on the floor. He knelt down beside me and b rushed the hair out of my face before kissing me on the lips. I kissed back, half consciously. He didn’t need to ask the question again.

“I love you, Sir.” I said dumbly, but meaning every word. I did love him. And I hoped he loved me too.

“I know, Princess. I know.”

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At 13, I was pretty naive to the world and all the bad people in it. I was going through my days, getting good grades at school, hanging out with my friends, coming home and spending the evenings with my family. At weekends, my friends and I would go camping at the local park or shopping in town. One weekend, I got home and found my mum’s best friend waiting for me. She was crying and there was a police officer with her.

I cant tell you about my parents accident, its too painful for me to write right now. All I can say is that they were killed in a car accident by a drink driver. A story we hear all too often and too much. But that was the start of it all.

I moved in with my mum’s best friend, I’ll call her Sandra, and the first year, I rebelled. I was angry and unprepared for all the changes. I guess anyone in the same situation is. No one expects to all of a sudden lose their family. It was just me now, I had no siblings.

I don’t know whether Sandra and her husband, Mike, just got fed up with me and felt I needed to learn respect, but eventually I became their Cinderella. I couldn’t blame them I suppose. I was living for free with them and I had treated them like crap.

I had to do the chores around the house. All of them. I was a live in maid. I no longer went to see my friends and shopping trips were well off the agenda. At first, it wasn’t too bad. I was still part of the family. I still ate dinner with them at the table. I was still clothed well and I still went on holiday with them. But as their lives got busier, my place within the family diminished. I should say that Sandra and Mike had no children of their own. I don’t know why, whether it was by choice or not, but I’m glad of that. I’m also guessing that they didn’t really want the burden of me either. Sandra possibly just felt she opted it to my mum.

When I was 16, Mike’s attentions turned to me in a different way. My body was developing well, and he had noticed. He looked at me with a smile rather than with disappointment or anger as he had done previously. Mike was a man in his 40s, but attractive. He worked out and looked after himself well. I found the attention was appealing to me in a way I had not felt before. I hadn’t been all that impressed with boys my own age, finding them annoying and immature.

I developed feelings for Mike, but he didn’t make any moves towards me. Not until the first time I got drunk and he had to pick me up.

It was our Leavers Ball at school and Sandra had agreed that I could go onto a party afterwards. I had convinced her it was only a small group of girls and we were just going to reminisce about our school days over pizza. Of course, I had lied, but I wanted to go and couldn’t tell her the truth. I hadn’t drunk alcohol before, so it wasn’t long before I was drunk and making a nuisance of myself. One of my friends called Sandra, explained what had happened and before I knew it, Mike was there, angry faced and authoritive.

As I slid into the car, Mike turned to me and asked what kind of punishment I thought I deserved. I shrugged and then said the most embarrassing thing I had ever said.

“I love you, Mike. I mean, I am in love with you! You cant punish me.” Mike laughed.

“Then punishing you is going to be easier and more enjoyable.” He started to drive.

“Enjoyable! What do you mean?” My eyes were starting to close.

“I’m going to enjoy giving you a really grown up punishment, since you think you are so adult now.”

I fell asleep at that point. When I next woke up, I was in my room, in my pyjamas with a bucket by my bed and a glass of water on my bedside table. I guess I was grounded then.

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It’s taken me a while to muster up the courage to put my life out there. I hadn’t told my husband about having an account on Tumblr and my eventual intentions.

But nothing stays a secret for long and it came out whilst he was giving me a particularly brutal dose of discipline. I cant lie to my husband, my owner, the master of my body when he asks specific questions. He asked me to tell him three things that I had on my mind that he knew nothing about and so, I did.

1) That morning I had lost control of my edging and had cum. I didn’t intend to, but it had been 8 months since I had had an orgasm. His present cake had been the longest he had had so far and whilst he has a full-time cake, I am not allowed to cum. This earned me an extra 10 lashes with the whip, on top of the daily 15 I already receive.

2) Last week I had text his cake and begged her to call it all off. This is a big rule breaker. I must not speak to His cakes by any means unless they speak to me first. And my answers must only ever be to thank them or encourage them. This was a big regret of mine and I was sorry for it. This earns me the maximum amount of additional lashes, 25.

3)That I had this Tumblr account and what I wanted it for. I didn’t receive any extra lashes for this secret and my Husband sat me up and put His arms around me. This aftercare was never overlooked after a whipping and I sat and sobbed in his arms after thanking him for my discipline. He ran a finger through my slit and found me more wet than usual. He commented to me that the extra lashings seemed to wake my sex up. He asked me what I wanted to blog about and I told him through sniffles that I wanted to keep a diary of our lives, to look back on. He nodded his head, moved me from his lap and stood as he made me kneel at his feet.

“Ask me to give you permission for your blog, Quean.”

“Please, Sir, may I have permission to write my blog?”

“I demand that you do, Quean. But there is one condition.” I nodded, looking at the floor.

“You must detail everything. Your punishments, your failures, your feelings and your humiliation. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He opened his fly and pulled his cock out. It was soft, he didn’t get hard looking and thinking about me anymore. But after fucking my throat, he was hard enough to go and make love to his cake, his girlfriend, who he loved dearly. Once he was satisfied enough with my work, he was gone.

And so, here I am. Writing a completely honest and uncensored blog of my life as a cuckquean slave. Some wont agree, some wont understand, some will laugh and some will bully me. But its my life and I wanted it this way. I needed it this way. And to help you understand, I will start at the beginning. Way before my husband came on to the scene.

Questions are welcome.