Master4Betas

Adults only: Are you a beta? Need a strong alpha to tell you what to do, what to think, how to serve? I’m an alpha just looking for a little fun. Reach out, say hi, let me know what you’re into. Maybe we can have some fun together...

[brazilianc]

[master4betas]

A very solid strategy- ask for forgiveness, not permission. I’ve done this many times, and I’m amazed how consistently they say they are totally happy with their bf/fiance/husband, and how rarely they stop me. Truth is, horny is as horny does. My favorite experience using this strategy was with a married woman I met while at a friend’s wedding. When I asked her why she wasn’t stopping me, she said “see that guy over there? The short, bald guy with the glasses and the ugly suit? That’s my stupid, unemployed loser of a husband.” I asked her why then did she say she was happy with him, and she said “well, he’s very obedient, does all the housework and really knows how to eat my pussy”. I don’t think I ever laughed so hard. 5 minutes later, I had her in the men’s room. Afterwards I went and introduced myself to him and said I was just talking with his wife. He was clueless and I had fun toying with him a bit.

[master4betas]

It’s a view of your sweet wifey you never imagined before. Yet here she is, on her hands and knees, crawling to another man at his beck and call, not just pleasing him orally, but worshipping him the way a real man demands to be worshipped. Yes, worshipping.

And all the while, you sit there, helplessly watching, unable to speak with your mouth stiffed with both her panties and his briefs. The fight you put up is just a distant memory now, with only the red hotness of your cheeks to remind you of the stinging repeated slaps he brutally applied one after another after another for so long you were bawling until you nearly passed out. All while she looked on, giggling nervously and subtly but clearly writhing with wetness down below. Your pain and humiliation at his strong, capable hands, clearly a source sexual excitement for her. Clearly transforming her attraction towards him to need.

He’s more of a man than you ever were or ever could hope to be, and she’s his now, completely. Just as you are, in your own, cuckold bitch way. There’s no going back now, now chance of things ever returning to the way they were before this moment. It’s your new reality, so you will accept it with humility and gratitude for being put in your proper place.

[master4betas]

You’ve always done whatever she told you to… come on beta, don’t stop now.

[master4betas]

Yup. The satisfied look of a woman who finally had an orgasm after an eternity of unsatisfying sex with her hapless, inadequate worm of a beta husband. Woman should not have to suffer through such unpleasantness. That’s why I view what I do as a service. If you’re one of the multitudes of unsatisfied wives out there, do yourself a favor and just stop. It’s not working with him, and it never will. Do yourself a favor and reach out to me. I can help you feel what you deserve.

[master4betas]

Bitch took this pic when he shoulda been driving. Guess he couldn’t take it anymore, seeing his wife wit me in the rearview, hearing her moaning while I took her. It’s okay, right after he took this pic, he got the back of my hand- hard. I’m sure he saw stars, then he started cryin’, so a slapped him across his pasty white face and told him to get drivin’. It was a helluva ride- I think his whimpering made his wife even hotter cause she started bucking me like a bronco. Damn, she was a good. Ima keep this one around for awhile…

[master4betas]

You feel paralyzed, powerless and invisible as he strides into the room, just shimmering with confidence. He winks at you condescendingly, sending a dagger through your heart, and that spilt second of attention is all you’ll get before he turns his gaze back at your wife. She was relaxing on the couch when he arrived, and looked like the picture of feminine perfection in her long silk skirt, her sheer blouse and beautiful soft angora cardigan. She takes his hand as she smiles up at him, obviously impressed and pleased with what she sees.

A moment later they are holding both hands and looking arch other up and down. He tells her she’s beautiful and her smile widens, then she replies telling him he’s a very handsome, attractive man, and commenting how she’s missed being in the presence of a strong, masculine man. Of course, it’s meant to mock me, but I can’t say a word because I’m sitting there, wearing panties, a skirt like hers and a fuzzy pink sweater. He says “You poor thing, it must be so hard being married to a sissy and not getting your physical needs met, but don’t worry, all that ends tonight. I’m here now.”

All you can do is watch as he leads her upstairs to the bedroom. You weep softly as the sounds of their lovemaking permeate throughout the house. It has finally happened- you’re a cuckold now.

[justanobedientboy]

[master4betas]

“His… rules? Umm… but… I…”

Oh just shut up and stop acting so shocked- yes, his rules, because he’s your superior, and his rules, because he sets them and you obey them.

The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can each assume the roles you’re meant for.

[sweatersub]

I always dreamed of draping my wife in luxurious furs, but she rebuffed my weak pleas for her to let me buy her one. Then @mastrfurbull came into our lives, easily seducing my wife and making her his. My wife had always been a strong, confident woman, but with him, it was like she turned into a different person, her strength and resolve melting away and becoming submissive to his power in every way. She simply couldn’t resist him, so when he showed up, wearing his furs and informing her of his love for furs, she eagerly agreed to join him in furs.

It broke me, seeing her in furs for him. How I pleaded and begged and yearned for her to wear furs for me and how she completely rebuked me, and how she so readily did it for him, it hurt. It told me everything about her attitude towards me and her attitude towards him. When I finally asked her why she did it for him and not me, her answer was obvious, but still hard to hear- it was because he’s a real man, and real men get what they want. Then she went on a bit of a rant about how I’m not a real man, just a short, whiny, wimpy little beta worm.

On top of the words she said and the way she acted towards me, mastrfurbull was there, belittling me, ridiculing me, laughing at me, and bullying me the whole time, making me feel lower, smaller, more and more inferior.

It was all so very hard for me, but over time I adjusted, accepted, and learned to appreciate him. I mean, look at them together- with a real man like him in her life, my beautiful wife is happier than ever, finally being with the kind of man she deserves. That isn’t me, never was. And now I’ve come to realize that I’m happier than ever too- serving them both as my superiors is what I was meant for. Yes, it’s still hard sometimes, seeing how he’s replaced me as the man in her life, but being their slave has given me the purpose and fulfillment that’s been missing in my life.

[master4betas]

Doing things with a woman that she never did with her husband is a part of what makes dating married women so fun for me. It could be as benign as wearing furs if he has a fur fetish, or as raw and carnal as taking her asshole, or anything in between, but it definitely amps up the pain and humiliation of the cuck to a torturous level and helps break him faster.

So tell me, cuck wannabes- what’s something you always wanted to do with your wife, or something you wanted her to do for you (or to you) you that she never has? Tell me, so I can enjoy it, instead of you. 👺

[sissyrabbithole]

[master4betas]

It may be scary at first, but when you surrender to his control, you’ll feel better than ever before.

[master4betas]

You turn the corner and suddenly, you see her, with him. He’s groping and molesting her and she’s clearly loving it. Stopped dead in your tracks, frozen, unable to move or say anything, the cuckold reacts with jealous rage and realizes two things. First, she never let you handle her that way. Second, your jealousy is not towards him- it’s her you’re jealous of. From that moment onward, you’re on the path to becoming an emasculated, feminized sissy faggot. It’s where you’ve always belonged, but you needed to see this to recognize and accept it. Congratulations sissy, no turning back now…

[sweatersub]

“It’s really quite pathetic,” she said, looking at me with disdain, “you’re nothing but a wimp, a pathetic cuckold, driving me, no, delivering me, to another man. A better man. A superior man. A man you know you can’t compete with, so you simply accept it, like the meek, inferior pansy you really are.”

I parked the car, and went around to her door and helped her out, prepared to escort her to him, my head in a fog, wanting to try to stop it, wanting to beg her not to, but knowing it was useless. I’d already lost her.

“Stay,” she commanded, as she strode toward the door, toward his waiting arms. Powerless, I could only watch her go…

[master4betas]

It’s so simple really. In life we usually get what we deserve. Beautiful women deserve to be with alpha males. Beta males like you deserve to be humiliated cuckolds. Alphas like me deserve to have the women you love. You know this is truth.

[justanobedientboy]

[master4betas]

Supreme humiliation for a beta, just hearing your own wife say that…

[master4betas]

She takes one last pensive look back at her husband, a range of emotions and questions flooding through her mind.

Oh god, I can’t believe this is happening.

Why is he just standing there?

Why is just letting him take me?

What’s wrong with him? He looks… afraid. Yes, he’s afraid of him.

What a wimp…why did I ever marry such a weak, pathetic loser?

I guess it’s best he doesn’t interfere… he’d just get the shit kicked out of him anyway…

Then she turns back towards the bedroom and looks up the man leading her there. He’s so tall, so muscular and he’s probably got a cock twice the size of hubby’s pathetic little twig… she smiles to herself, anticipating pleasure like she’s never felt before.

A few moments later, she’s down on the bed beneath him. His weight, all of it solid muscle, has her pinned down and mostly unable to move. It feels good though. So does his big, strong hand as it grasps her head and his tongue as it invades her mouth. Then, with her free hand, she reaches down and slides her hand between their bodies, feeling his cock. It’s so hard- solid- bigger than she imagined. She’s wet. Very wet. And by then, she’s completely forgotten about her husband who’s still in the hall, quietly crying, and feeling inadequate and ashamed.

[master4betas]

She looks at him with deep affection and love, just like she would any obedient puppy. She notices how happy and content he looks and thinks it’s sweet and cute. For just a moment, she wonders what kind of a man could do this, what kind of a man could be so at peace and so unphazed that he could actually fall asleep with his head in her lap, resting on her thighs. Her thighs- the ones that just a few hours ago had another man between them.

As quickly as she wonders about it, the thought dissipates. What a silly thought, thinking of him as a “man”. He’s not a man, he’s her submissive beta cuckold, and he’s still hopelessly in love with her. He will always remain faithful, dutiful and devoted to her, and she will always love him for it- just not the way a woman loves a real man.

[master4betas]

The more they laugh, the more you cry… that’s the way of the sissy cuckold. And admit it sissy, you’d love to trade places with “her”, wouldn’t you?

[sweatersub]

Honey, go pay the bill on your way out.

Yeah, I’m just gonna hang out here for a while… I mean, until they close. And then I’m going home with our waiter.

Shhh… don’t. You can’t ask me for an FLR, you can’t let me push you around all the time, and you certainly can’t wear my panties and skirts and sweaters around the house, and decide to act like a man now… it’s way too late for that. I won’t have it.

That’s it… be a good little boy and do as you’re told- pay the bill, leave our hot waiter an enormous tip, head home and tidy the place up, then put on a cute nightie and go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning…

[master4betas]

Back in the day, I worked as a waiter, and I used to love hitting on the hotties at my tables, always gauging the husband’s reactions. It amazed me how they almost never spoke up, never objected, just pretended to ignore it. I would start out very subtly- complimenting her menu choices, looking into her eyes just a little too long, rolling my eyes at his choices, maybe a quick wink at her. Then I’d gradually ramp things up, complimenting her clothes or hair, and the more audacious I got, if he still ignored it or pretended nothing was going on, the more blatant my flirting would get. At some point, invariably, one of them would get up and go to the bathroom, and that’s when I’d make my move. I’d say on average, I’d end up with a date 2 out of every 3 times. And yes, a few times, this scenario actually happened- her husband or her date would leave, sometimes in a quiet rage, but usually with a more defeated resignation, and always with a red face, humiliated- and I’d be the one taking her home. I always enjoyed the victories over other men, taking her away from him, and enjoying sex with her as the spoils of my victory. Eventually I quit being a waiter and started my career as a professional, but it was where I first experienced the thrill of taking another man’s woman, and I’ve never stopped since.

[cuckolding-books-library]

That’s about four inches, soul-sister. Your husband should admit that it’s far from being enough—and just accept that after some girls’ nights out, you will go home the next day in the morning.

[master4betas]

Sorry ladies, but I couldn’t help overhearing- if you’d like, I can help with that. It can be hard for an inadequate husband to accept something like that, and I’ve found that sometimes, it’s more effective coming from a man- especially a man who’s much better equipped. And since I don’t know him at all, it’ll be easier for me to say things that he’ll undoubtedly find belittling and hurtful to his ego.

Look, I’m free tonight, so why not invite me over for dinner, I’ll have “the talk” with him, and then we can give him some time to think things over while we go out for drinks and dancing, and we’ll see where it goes- sound good?

Hehe, look at your friends nodding and encouraging you- they know it’s what you need, and I think you do too…

Okay, great! I’ll see you tonight-