I have a boyfriend. His cute little cock is in a cage, I wear his chastity key proudly around my neck, and I control his orgasms. But it didnāt start out that way. Weāve been together for seven years and, slowly but surely, Iāve trained, submitted, and broken him down to the point where I can do literally anything and anyone that I want.
If youād have told either of us that this is how our relationship wouldāve ended up, thereās no way weād have believed it. We started dating in high school. Mark is over a year older than I am, but Iāve always been the one in control. It started with little things like choosing between movies, what music we listened to, or the places to go. He never pushed or demanded a thing, and always gave ināunlike most every other guy in my life.
Early on, Iād let him get his way every once in a while. Eventually, though, I learned that he liked it better when I took chargeāespecially when it came to sex. I didnāt mind, even though Iām more of a sub, myself. I learned to get off on the Domme role, ordering him between my legs or telling him exactly how to fuck me.
We always want what we donāt have, though, donāt we?
My sister and most all my friends loved bragging about the men they ādatedā. They knew I was in love with Mark, but made it there mission to get me to cheat. Some succeeded, but only after I convinced myself that blowjobs werenāt cheating.
I compensated for my āindiscretionsā by sharing my friends with Mark, having threesomes almost as often as we had one on one sex. Our first time together was in a threesome with his first girlfriend, who he was still dating. She was his first āI love youā, but Iām going to be his last. Weāve shared her since, and watching them kiss still slices my heart open, but that only makes my orgasms a million times hotter.
Okay, Iāll admit itāI lied. I didnāt share all my friends with Mark because I felt bad about cheating on him. The truth is I loved sharing him as much as I loved going down on all those other men. I especially loved watching him make out with my friends and losing himself in the moment, as if I werenāt even there. Thatās when I learned the power of cuckoldingāback before I even knew what that word truly meant.
Snowbunnyā¦ Now thatās a word with which I was very familiar. That sister I mentioned earlier and all those friends who loved bragging, well, they were all talking about one thingāBig Black Cocks. It was as if theyād found a super-drug with the only known side-effect being earth-shattering orgasms. And it was highly addictiveāeven for me, whoād never even seen one in real life.
A couple of my friends kept their boyfriends, but most had moved on by the end of that first summer. As much as I loved Mark, I was instantly curious and knew I couldnāt stop at just a blowjob. I knew I wouldnāt be able to control myself with a cock that much bigger than Markās.
I started watching interracial porn. Like a LOT. It got to the point where that was pretty much all I got myself off to. Iāve always needed a fantasy to be realistic to work, so I imagined the men that I knew from real life like the owner of the restaurant me and my friends went to after school or one of my momās friends.
I started putting it on to watch with Mark, too. At first, I disguised my intent by typing simply ābig cockā, knowing full-well what most of the results would bring, and then always clicking on whichever one looked like the biggest. I wanted to make it clear to Mark (even then) what it was that I liked bestāand what I wanted.
Mark and I have been watching porn together since the first few months we started dating. I donāt remember who brought it up, but we were talking about porn and I asked what kind he liked best, assuming he watched it too. He said he didnāt watch it, which was an obvious lie. Rather than grill him or make him feel bad about it, I told him what I liked, how often I watched it, and told him we needed to watch it together.
I had one rule, though. I told him he could never delete his browsing history. I wanted to see all the things he was looking at so we could get off to it together. In the beginning, it was all pretty tame. Iāve always been into public sex so we mixed some of that in, along with some teacher porn. Iād have him pick one out with a teacher that looked like his crush while I went down on him then heād do the same for me. It was like virtual roleplaying, and it was hot as fuckāstill is.
We mixed in some threesomes with two girls and one guy. You shouldāve seen his reaction the first time I put on a DP video and admitted how much Iād love to try it. Mmmmm
But once I started searching for ābig cockā porn, that changed everything. Mark started watching it almost exclusively even when I wasnāt there. And he was the first one to add the word āBlackā to a porn search. Thatās when I realized that he was getting off to whatever got me off the mostāand he wasnāt shy about it. He was rewatching the videos that made me cum, then searching for more of that specific scene.
I wrote an article over two years ago about all that, but in a different context. I was doing a deep dive on his cuckolding origin story, making the point that it all began with how we watched porn together. I see things a bit more clearly now. With or without porn, his cock would still be locked up today. This was always his fate. I crave more than what he can give me, and he wants me to have anything and anyone that I want.
If my tastes led me somewhere other than Black Kings then thatās where heād have gone too. Heās a cuckold at heart, desiring nothing more than to make sure Iām happy and content in all thingsāespecially in the bedroom. Once I was ready for the real thing, I put on a show with a ten inch black toy to talk him into the idea. I handed it to him and made him finish me with it. He made me squirt and cum and collapse before licking me clean.
Since that day (March Ā 23, 2019), Iāve been with about two hundred and fifty different men. Each and every one of them has been bigger than Mark. Most have been MUCH bigger. And weāve never been happier.
I still share him with some of my friends. Iāve kept some secrets, but he knows about most everything Iāve done. I love nothing more than surprising him with a new story, especially while Iām still dripping. I feed him their cum along with all the details while grinding over his hungry mouth and teasing his cute little cock. I love how hard he cums after I free him from his cage.
I donāt cage my boyfriend as a punishment; I do it because I love him. This is what he deserves.
He craves it now, possibly as much as I crave new men. Iāve heard from some of his friends that heās been talking about a proposal, asking their opinion on how he should do it. That got me thinkingā¦ Will he be wearing his cage when he pops the question?
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