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Down the Cuckold Rabbit Hole You Go
It's different for every cuck, but something always triggers the fantasy. A picture. A video. A naughty story written by your favorite author of cuckold erotica. Your wife briefly mentioning something about an ex-boyfriend that excites you in an unexpected way. A dozen other potential triggers.
So many resist the allure of the cuckold fantasy at first. It feels dangerous. Sometimes it is actually dangerous. That resistance is your brain telling you not to get too close, for it might hurt you.
Some maintain their resistance. Others, though, surrender to the allure. They go back to the thing that triggered the fantasy in the first place. They go a little deeper. Maybe they read another naughty story. Maybe they listen to an audio file of a woman getting fucked or talking dirty. Maybe they browse the pictures of a woman into hotwifing. They feel that intense arousal. The most intense arousal of their lives.
They don't know it, but the men that pursue this fantasy seal their fate with their orgasms. Each time they ride that high of arousal all the way to its conclusion, they ensure that they'll want more of it next time.
Now they're on a journey down the rabbit hole and this fantasy - this beautiful cuckold fantasy - has so many tunnels to travel down.
Maybe they discover interracial cuckolding and find themselves utterly enthralled with the notion of a black man stretching their wife's tight married pussy to such a degree that she can't feel their little white dick anymore.
Maybe they discover the joy of compersion, of simply watching their wife experience intense pleasure with another man.
Maybe they discover the thrill of cuckold chastity, of their cock being made completely irrelevant by a cage, the key to which hangs around their wife's neck while another man's stiff cock pounds her pussy, stretching her and filling her.
Maybe they discover the wild, dangerous thrill of cuckold pregnancy play, of their wife having unprotected sex - in every way - with another man, of taking the risk of a superior man's seed taking hold inside her womb.
Maybe they discover the joy of cuckold creampie cleanup. They search furiously for pictures of creampied pussies leaking cum and dream of being called a cuckold cum dumpster as they plunge their tongues deep inside and taste the salty mess of the man their wife has chosen as her primary sexual partner.
Maybe they discover the humiliating pleasure of being made to suck the cock of the man that's going to fuck their wife. They're not gay. They're not bisexual. They've never had those feelings before, but all of a sudden the hottest thing in the world is being ordered to suck a superior man's cock just like a good little cuck bitch.
Maybe they discover the agonizing thrills of emotional cuckolding, of their wife having a boyfriend, of her developing feelings for her boyfriend, of her falling in love with her boyfriend, of the masochistic push and pull of wanting her to be happy but not wanting her to leave them.
Maybe they travel multiple tunnels in their adventure down the cuckold rabbit hole. Most do, though some find the one thing that gets them off harder than anything else and stay there, stroking delightfully to the kind of pleasure that gets them off more than any other.
Are you ready to travel down the rabbit hole? Are you nervous about it?
If you can remember, tell me what triggered your fantasy.
Have you already begun your travels? If so, which tunnel did you travel down? What makes you cum the hardest?
I'd love to hear from you.
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What I Want
I want to cuckold you. I want to see you on your knees with your pathetic little dick throbbing between your legs as you watch another man’s cock fill my pussy. I want to see the lust in your eyes as you watch someone else satisfy me.
I want to tell you that you’re pathetic, that you’re not a real man, that you’re not even close to being a real man. I want to watch you wrap your fingers around your cock as those words leave my lips and I want to slap you across the face and scold you for masturbating without my permission.
I want him to pull out of my pussy so I can stroke him and cover my fingers in my pussy juices and his precum. I want him to slide back inside me as I stuff my fingers in your mouth and fuck your face like you’re nothing more than a whore to be used for my pleasure. I want to make you gag as he fucks me like I deserve to be fucked.
I want you to lay your head on my stomach and watch him fuck my tight cunt. I want you to hear the sounds of his big cock stretching out my tight little pussy.
I want you to open your mouth so he can pull out and fuck your face with his long, thick, slippery cock. I want you to gag on it like the bitch that you are. I want you to taste my pussy as he fucks your mouth. I want you to do it all without complaining.
I want you to guide his cock back inside me. I want you to beg him to cum in your wife’s pussy. I want you to beg him to flood my cunt with his thick, creamy, salty seed. I want you to be a good little cuckold bitch.
I want you to watch him bury his cock inside me. I want you to see the base of his shaft pulse as he injects his cum into my pussy. I want you to open your mouth and suck him clean when he pulls out. I want you to slobber all over his dick as you suck that slick cum off of it.
I want you to ask him permission to clean his cum from my pussy. I want you to beg for it. I want you to convince him that you’re a good little cuckold that can’t wait to lick up every drop of a real man’s cum. I want you to do whatever it takes to get him to give you permission to be a nasty little cum eating cuckold.
I want you to clean his load out of my pussy when he gives you permission. I want you to lick it up and swallow every drop. I want you to act like a filthy cum whore because that’s what you are.
I want you to beg for permission to have an orgasm of your own. I want you to humiliate yourself as you beg. I want to deny you that permission. I want you to whine like a little bitch. I want to slap you across the face and tell you that a cuckold doesn’t deserve to cum.
I want you to suck his cock until he’s hard enough to fuck me again. Then I want it all to start over.
Will you let me do what I want?
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I want you to tell me to slide up and down on his cock for you, just to keep that cock hard while you make out with him.
Consent and Sensibility
Having solved the problems of world hunger, universal medical care, and corrupt politicians, it’s good to know that some people still have enough energy to tackle the really important issues of whether or not “enforced” chastity is an actuality, whether or not one needs a device, and what devices are serious enough for consideration. It’s kind of like the kudzu of the kinky internet; as soon as you think it’s gone, it pops up somewhere else.
So, let’s review a few things. As I’ve said a bazillion times, chastity devices are sex toys, plain and simple. Just like handcuffs, rope, or other restraints, they are equipment to enhance sexual, or more accurately, erotic enjoyment. This is not a paradox; except for extremely rare circumstances, people buy chastity devices in order to engage in erotic control scenes. Yes, the scenes may play out over long periods — weeks or months — but the essence of the play is erotic control of one’s sexuality.
Yeah, yeah, I know that some of you are ready to get on a soapbox about how it has changed your relationship, given you focus, made you a better partner, blah, blah, blah. Well, I call “bullshit” on that entire concept; what you’re descibing is not the magical effect of the device anymore than Dumbo’s crow feather gave him magical flying powers (sorry, when you have kids, these kinds of analogies come to mind). Rather, I suspect that you, yourself have become more focused, a better parter, etc., because you’re enjoying the attention and you’re reciprocating in a way that fits the paradigm you’ve set for yourself (actually, since we don’t live in a social vacuum, that other people around the internet have set for you). You want to call the device a symbol of your new life? Hey, great — that’s exactly what those freaking wedding bands do. How well was that working for you?
So, does that mean that chastity devices are toys? Well, that’s a bit more complicated, so to avoid certain emotional connotations, I’m going to call them “equipment”. This makes more sense because that’s how we usually refer to other kink-oriented items; the word “toy”, while having a connotation as being something used for fun, also conveys an image of something that’s not intended for serious usage (fsv of “serious”). Hence, the snobbery of those people who sneer at anything made of plastic, who are in turn frowned on by those espousing the use of anything less than a full stainless steel Tollyboy (or whatever) belt, who are then dismissed as amateurs by those who have spent months of their salary (and months of fitting time) to own custom Latowski metal underwear.
And of course, all of the above people are dissed by the domlier/subbier than thou types who claim that nobody should even need a device, they should simply develop the willpower to do as they are told.
A pox on all of ye, I say.
Those of us who enjoy using chastity devices do so because it takes willpower out of the equation entirely. Does Mrs. Edge tie a ribbon around my cock to remind me that it’s her property? No. “Oh, screw that,” she says. “I want to make sure you don’t even have the temptation, let alone the opportunity.” I believe that this sums up the concept rather well; for us, the kink is about her control, not mine. I believe that most other people into using chastity devices have a similar mindset.
Having eradicated the kudzu set to rest the idea that it’s perfectly okay to use devices, let’s move on to the idea that chastity can be “enforced”.
It can’t.
That is, it can’t in the sense that between consenting adults, nothing can be enforced without some willing participation. There are two aspects to this, the emotional/relationship aspect, and the pratical/physical aspect. Let’s tackle the latter because it’s easier.
Okay, I want everybody to sit down and take a deep breath. Most of you have heard this, but not all of you were listening, so it may come as a shock.
There is no such thing as an inescapable chastity device.
I want you to trust Doctor Tom on this one. I have been working with tools since I was a child. I own an entire machine shop. There is no metal that can not be cut, nor any lock that can not be defeated by the proper application of time, effort, and money. Stainless steel? Feh, I cut that in my garage. Titanium? Don’t make me laugh. Carbonite? Get real, that’s only in Star Wars.
Lock shackles can be cut with bolt cutters. Locks with hidden shackles can be drilled out. And there are very few designs that can not be defeated with a Dremel and a couple of grinding discs. Full belts with metal chains? You can cut the chains and wriggle the belt off. Without chains? They have thin sheet metal cutters that you can slide in along your waistband. High-end “trapped ball” devices like the Gerecke or Steelwerkz? A little tougher because you’ve got to work close to sensitive skin, but still doable with a steady hand and the proper tools. Lori’s and other devices that utilize a PA piercing? The area holding the lock itself is thin, and easily accessible with a small jeweler’s saw. And obviously, plastic devices can be cut or broken.
Now, this is the heart of the argument: If any device can be cut apart, then they’re worthless, right?
No. This is where the emotional/relationship aspect comes into play.
Having established that you can’t be locked up without your consent, let’s examine what that consent entails. In any relationship, and especially in a D/s relationship, we take on roles that match up to some script that we have running in our minds. When there is a large disparity between the script and our real life, we become depressed or restless — a symptom of our unhappiness. For an example, pick any one of the dozens of FLR blogs in which the men have been trying for months or years to convince their wives to “take charge” in some way. Those men who resort to “stealth submission” are, in some respects, trying to fit that script to their real life scenarios, and not feeling especially successful.
For the men who somehow manage to talk to their partners about chastity and orgasm denial, a lot of them write about their frustration when their wives or partners lock them up for a few days, then leave the keys in plain sight, or forget to lock them back up again, or pretty much ignore the entire situation. Message boards are filled with “How do I get my wife to…” questions. Consent isn’t a problem in these cases, except on the other side; i.e., men who want their partners to consent to some erotic sexual control.
But for those who actually have partners that want to play along, there is usually have a period in which the man gets accustomed to wearing the device for several hours or days at a time, and once broken in, the play starts. Sometimes they use a point system, sometimes it’s random numbers (dice games, darts, lotto picks), or sometimes it’s a pre-determined number of days. Some guys underestimate their ability to hold out, and begin begging for some kind of release. When they do this, are they doing so because they aren’t able to break the cage and have an orgasm? Of course not. This is simply part of the play itself. Chastity enthusiasts want to feel the loss of control, even if it’s illusory, because this meshes with the script in their heads. That’s why “enforced” chastity is really a scene. It’s extended, and it’s not situationally dependent (e.g., it doesn’t have to be played in a dungeon, or only on a weekend), but it’s still a scene, and a scene requires some kind of consent.
In these scenes, the devices have several purposes. Ostensibly, they are to prevent the men from taking control of their penis, presumably through masturbation. In some cases, partners have discovered that the device helps to ease their own feelings of guilt when they don’t feel like having sex; some women say that they would like a massage or some physical attention, and often feel like their partners keep trying to turn those circumstances into an opportunity for sex; the devices can remove the sense of responsibility (“I’m sorry, honey, but the two weeks aren’t up yet.”). Again, an extremely frustrated man can head down to his basement and cut the cage off to masturbate. But they don’t. It’s not because the cage is unbreakable, it’s because so far real life isn’t running too far off course from that internal script.
Yes, some men say that it’s because of their devotion, but that sense of devotion itself comes from that internal script. In some paradigms, they are bold, but subservient knights, willing to put up with personal trials to win the hand our their princess. In others, they are happy to see the script begin to modify itself (“Be careful what you wish for, you might get it” seems to be their motto). There are other paradigms, but the important point is that they all work as long as real life somewhat matches up to their script.
For some — I suspect most — men, part of that script does entail an inescapable device. This is why some people spend so much time convincing themselves that this or that modification will make their device foolproof. I can personally attest to having spent hours working out ways to improve my CB3000 resistance to pulling out. Some men will take it a step farther and get a piercing (as did I, although it didn’t work out well). The idea is as I wrote above: we want the temptation completely removed, we want to feel a loss of control, even if we temporarily desire otherwise at times.
So, if you have to consent to wearing a device, and if a device can be broken or cut off, how does that give you a situation that removes all control?
It doesn’t, of course. This is where our internal script has to depend upon the willing suspension of disbelief, just as any other Hollywood movie or Barbara Cartland novel does.
If your script considers your personal sense of responsibility to weigh as heavily as the need for a secure device, then your WSD allows you to wear, say, a CB3000, even though you know you could pull out and masturbate in the shower if the pressure gets to be too much to handle. On the other hand, if your script (or your partner’s) calls more heavily for a true loss of control, and you’re unwilling to pretend, then you start looking for something more secure. Perhaps you add a KSD to your device. Or perhaps you get a piercing. Or perhaps you do as so many chastity enthusiasts do — go from device to device, always looking for something that’s just a little bit better than the last.
This is why some smarmy people talk about deviceless chastity; in their internal script, they focus on giving control over to their partners through developing their own self-control, and willingness to forgo temptation. In their scripts, overcoming such trials adds to their sense of self-worth. Similarly, those people who are more serious about their desire for actual loss of control will seek more “serious” devices because it adds to the believability of the script. This is why fantasies of unbreakable, uncuttable carbon-diamond unobtainium devices are so common — a lot of people enjoy the idea of loss of control. This isn’t so surprising when you consider that in other types of scenes, whippings, piercings, cuttings, and other types of sensation play are often accompanied by some kind of restraint. By the way, this points up the reason that the deviceless crowd is so annoying — they dont’ seem to understand that there is a huge disparity in the internal scripts that we like to play out.
I should point out that in addition to using chastity devices, some people choose to enhance their sense of loss of control by using some kind of a contract. True, it’s not legally enforceable, but that’s beside the point. The contracts usually have clauses and stipulations as to such things as the frequency of orgasm (thereby giving some feeling of safety for men who might not be sure how well they will deal with the denial), and consequences for contrived infractions such as begging for an early release, or “unauthorized” orgasms (via an unsecured device, or for those occasions when their partner fails to lock them back in). Again, the contracts are just a way to add some realism to the script, by reinforcing the idea of relinquishing control.
So, the paradoxical question arises: Can we consent to a loss of control within a relationship?
On one level, I don’t see how that’s possible. One’s willingness to relinquish control is only as strong as one’s desire to continue following (or lightly editing) their internal script. As Sarah points out, if her husband decided that he wanted out, he could either physically overpower her for the key, or head into the garage to cut the device off. However, the consequences for this would probably mean that Sarah would be angry or disappointed, and might not be willing to engage in such play again. If he decided that he could live with those consequences, then there is really nothing stopping him from ending the game unilaterally.
So, regard for the consequences is one of the (and probably the biggest) reasons that chastity can be “enforced.” This is actually a point that reinforces the believability factor with the stainless steel devices and the full belts; the consequences for cutting or breaking one of those affects not only one’s relationship, but also becomes very expensive as the wearer thinks about breaking a device that cost hundreds or possibly a couple of thousand dollars.
So, any degree of enforcement comes down to a regard for the consequences of breaking the agreement (contract, tacit, or otherwise). Now, can we all get back to enjoying our kink, and stop arguing about it?
The Animal That Needs Whipping
A fetishist who loses his head at the sight of a beautiful pair of women’s legs. Yes, let him get everything he so desires. But they will take what’s theirs too. They will whip him like the vile animal that cannot control its desires. However, it cannot be said that this does not excite them 😌
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Signora @la-tossica has ordered a special chair for the first Executive Board meeting, so that @yourqueenchloe has the opportunity to participate.
As promised, I'm kicking off my first day as commissioner with full authority by handing out punishments to everyone.
@footsie-sparky @kinkynerdsblogv4 @footsie-henchman you'll have to cum on the floor three times and clean it up with your tongue.
@footsie-bitch @all4goddess @lilfvck3r @queens-porn @subsdynasty @subbiguysworld You are abstinent from sex for 24 hours starting now. Or rather, you must masturbate but without ever coming.
Mmmmm, but I'm forgetting someone...who? Of course, our Lady President @the-queen-snake, she's also part of the celebration. And since you gave me the power to do so, she also deserves a punishment: no sex, no teasing, no sexy chats with slaves for 24 hours 💋😈
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She Loves to Watch
She is smart, beautiful, and knows her own mind. She has many like-minded friends, both men and women. What they have in common is that they enjoy the unconventional.
He can cum from being whipped by women he has no emotional connection with, while looking at the woman he shares a deep intimate bond with. And it arouses her to watch him being whipped while he looks at her. She enjoys it, teases him, and supports his desire for humiliation. She watches his swollen cock throb and suffer untouched, until it finally just spills out helplessly in a pollution, unable to have a full shooting orgasm. This is her trigger, and she comes right after him — almost at the same time.
She loves him in her own way, and he loves her in his own way. They have weaknesses, and they allow each other to have them.
@justdavina with her wife @jessicareneeflower
Insane! ❤️❤️❤️👏👏👏💕💕💕
@justdavina @jessicareneeflower
Absolutely stunning!!