Lady And The Idiot
Today is Friday, and I wake up the same way I always do, with the alarm telling me it’s time for me to get up and fulfill my one mission in life – to treat you, my husband, like human shit. Not dog shit because that would be too kind, but literally like human shit.
It would be best if you were honored that I treat you anyway. I am way too hot for you, and I threaten to leave you multiple times a day because you are such a fucking idiot. You can’t do anything right, and you have some brain trauma because you are slow, like a sloth is faster than you.
I had to pee – so I went downstairs to the basement, and in a dimly lit corner, You huddled in a rusted small cage. You look happy to see me in that dumb animal way as you worship me; it irritates me. It makes me angry that you acknowledge my existence.
My phone rings, and I check to see who it is. My massive mood change lets you know that it’s him. I look right at you, “Hello, handsome. I was thinking of you.”
I talked to my beautiful boyfriend for several minutes. You looked pathetic in the cage as he and I planned to have a fantastic evening of glitz and passionate sex.
“Good news, you little fucking piece of shit!” I say as I approach your feeding area. Hike up my robe and piss in your bowl. “You are going to get to go outside today. You will assist me, you dumb fuck. I want you to help me shop for my date tonight with Armando. He is taking me out on the town, and then we will fuck each other’s brains out.”
It has taken me months to train you not to look at me and even longer to get you to shut the fuck up unless I permit you. I let you out of your cage, and without a word, you walk to the guest bedroom shower and clean up for a full day.
Our car arrives, and you sit in the back. I sit up front and flirt mercilessly with Jason, my cute Uber driver. He looks nervously back at you in the rear-view mirror, but I tell him you are my gay assistant who secretly likes little boys but isn’t brave enough to do anything about it.
I hated myself for raising you to the assistant level, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. How was I to know our Uber driver would be so cute?
He dropped us off at the Ritziest shopping center in the city. I was dressed to the nines for the occasion, and I let you wear a nondescript button-down and a pair of khaki pants. I made you wear your chastity belt with a pleasant little Bluetooth shocker around your little prepubescent pee pee tip. I whisper in your ear as I pretend to draw you close like we are in love…
“You are a fucking bitch!” I bit your ear hard, but you didn’t recoil. You just stood there like the fucking retard you are…it made me even angrier. I hit the app for the shocker and pressed the button – this time, you jumped in pain, and I smiled. A few people in the mall noticed us but were too self-absorbed to worry about our shock therapy.
In the Gucci store, I made you walk behind me. I pick out a new handbag and make you carry it, and then to the Neimans, where I pick out a sexy little Mac Duggal dress that will knock Armando’s socks and the rest of his clothes later tonight. We take a lunch break at a hot spot in Buckhead, and as we are seated, the beautiful waitress asks what we want to drink. I told her a strawberry margarita and that you were not ordering anything. I don’t allow you to speak to me unless I permit you, and that will not be until later tonight.
It’s the money I am using. You made some excellent investments into Bitcoin with your inheritance when your parents died in a horrific car accident. You put the entire 100,000.00 into it, and I remember being furious with you and telling you what a joke cryptocurrency was. However, you kept it in there, and six years later, with both of us still working, you cashed out your 305 bitcoins at 60k each, and we quit our jobs the next week, sold our modest home, and moved into a 2 million dollar home.
A few months ago, you confessed to me you had a secret fetish, and now that we had the money, you wanted to live it out. Horrified but also intrigued. I agreed, and I remember relishing the first night you slept in the basement, in the rusty cage you now call home. I wake every day with a purpose, and it is so exhilarating to treat someone like a slave. It is the greatest accomplishment I could ever have imagined.
After a beautiful lunch, we went back shopping. Tiffany And Company is especially a bright spot on my list, and I purchased a diamond bracelet and necklace.
I looked at my watch and saw that we were correct on schedule. It’s time to go home and prepare for my date with Armando. You ordered me an Uber, and within 15 minutes, we were on our way home. Pulling up to the sprawling estate so close to downtown Atlanta still is breathtaking, and I realize what a great life I have.
It is satisfying that I gave you so much shit all those years for investing in Bitcoin – it was a reckless gamble, even though it turned out amazing. Things could have quickly gone the opposite way and lost all value. You were right to make me your superior because you are garbage.
I wish every day that I had never met you. You are weak and pathetic… I despise you for not being man enough. You‘re never worthy of me. Men throw themselves at me, and you never defend me. One day, I will leave you and take all your money. That will be a great day.
We get home, and you take me to the guest bedroom. You are never allowed into my bedroom or to use my bathroom. You lay out my clothes and accessories on the bed. I shower, and you wash my perfectly sculpted body with a loofah sponge bath. Getting extra soap on my ass and pussy. You get deep in my butthole if Armando wants to fuck me in the ass, which he usually does.
You towel me off, “Why are you so fucking slow, dimwit?” I grab my phone and hit the shocker app hard. You cry in anguish, and I laugh.
You get me dressed, and I hand you a list of things to do while I am gone…
I return exhausted and ready to unload my creampie all over your pathetic face around two in the morning.
You were exactly where I told you to be in the guest bedroom, facing the bed on your knees. I walk in, sitting on the bed with my legs spread open. I take my panties down to reveal the milky cum of Armando dripping from my pretty pink pussy. You wait for my permission, diving in voraciously, licking it clean.
Within a few minutes, you are back in your cage, and I am back in the shower preparing for bed, only to wake up and have another adventure with another man that isn’t you…it will never be you.
Heart of A Cuckold
Brian watched as Rhonda and her friend flirted. They were eating at their favorite Mexican restaurant as he basked in his girlfriend’s visual stimulation, giving Allen, her former lover, a good view of her tits. She always wore something sexy and revealing when they would go out with him.
Allen looked nervously at Brian while Rhonda lavished him with compliments.
“How is the rebuild of your Ford Fairlane coming, handsome? You are so good with your hands.” Rhonda took his hand and kissed it.
Allen blushed and smiled, pulling his hand away from hers. “Thank you. It’s going well. I designed the mechanical switch that needed to be replaced. It still isn’t even close to being ready. How is work going for you, Brian?”
Brian did not expect to be involved, and it ruined the moment. Rhonda and Allen had been intense lovers before she met Brian. She was happy with Brian, but Allen had a special place in her vagina heart for him. She was beautiful, and men threw themselves at her constantly. That eight-inch satisfied her like nothing else.
“It’s going well. It seems the reward for doing a great job is more work.”
Rhonda looked at Brian as if she had just noticed he was there. Her flirting with other guys turned him on, and she fed on the attention like a donut shop at an overeater anonymous convention. “You are so sweet.” Then she excused herself to the bathroom.
A few moments later, Allen’s text messages alerted him to a flurry of messages on his phone. He looked down and started to giggle. Brian knew it was Rhonda, and he immediately felt his cock twitching at the idea of her sending him a flash pic of those incredible tits from the bathroom. Allen briefly looked up from him, responding to his girlfriend, and looked ashamed.
Brian flashed back to their first conversation about Allen. Rhonda was shocked that he wasn’t angry with her for keeping in contact with him.
“He is just a friend, babe,” Rhonda assured him. “He is a talented artist, and I like to know what is going on with his work.”
“You should stay in contact with him. I say we invite him out for drinks with us this weekend.”
Rhonda’s mouth dropped. “Are you serious? You’re not going to beat the shit out of him or anything, right?”
Brian laughed. “Of course not. Look, I have been begging you to explore our dark side for over a year, and I understand you are worried about how I will handle it when it happens, but trust me, it will be amazing.”
Suppose Rhonda’s look of surprise could be even more pronounced than it was. “Wait! You want me to fuck Allen?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” Brian kissed Rhonda on the forehead and gave her a massive smile. “I can’t imagine anything hotter.”
“I don’t think he would be okay with it. Neither of us had anyone else when we were together.”
“Then this will be a perfect adventure. For you to seduce him into being your side dish.”
Now, as he watches Allen sending and receiving messages from his girlfriend, he realizes his plan is coming together perfectly. He can see the excitement of a man on the verge of giving in to fucking the woman he loves. Brian’s cock is tricky; if he could have it visible, there would no doubt be precum oozing from it.
Rhonda rejoins the two men in person. Instead of sitting beside Brian, she takes her place in the empty chair beside Allen. He squirms and looks exceptionally uncomfortable. “Did I miss anything exciting while I was away?” Rhonda put her arm around Allen. He is rigid and keeps looking at Brian nervously.
“Not really. Allen was getting a shit ton of messages, though. Hopefully, it was more work for his shop.” Brian playfully responded. He grinned as she leaned in and saw her left hand disappear under the table. Allen gulped, and he knew that she was most likely rubbing his leg or, even better, dangerously close to his eight-and-a-half-inch cock.
Brian felt his muscles contract in excitement, and he desperately wanted to pull out his cock and edge with his shaft while he witnessed what was unfolding. There was no way Allen would turn down a hand job from the hottest woman in the world. Rhonda was breathtaking, and Allen was handsome as fuck. He couldn’t imagine pairing two of the sexiest and hottest bodies together, and the fact that they had history excited Brian even more.
His cock was in overdrive as his cock banged against the inside of his boxers and jeans, begging to be set free. Rhonda moved her arm ever so slightly in a rhythmic fashion. “So, Allen. When are you going to have me over to your new place? You told me it was nice, but I wanna see it myself.”
Allen turned beet red. “I would love to have you guys over. Just tell me when.”
Rhonda giggled. “No, silly! Just me. Brian doesn’t care about seeing your place.”
Allen, shocked and humiliated, looked to Brian for assistance. “Rhonda. You should have Rhonda over to see your new digs. I am too busy with work to go.”
Brian felt his dick twitch and then release inside his pants when he saw Allen do the same. It was hot to see his girlfriend jerking off another guy in a public place while he was sitting across from them. They practically came simultaneously, and that was the icing on the cake. Brian and Allen both excused themselves to the men’s room. Allen was noticeably embarrassed as they headed down the hall to the restroom. They each went into separate stalls and cleaned up.
“Welcome back, boys. Shall we order more drinks and figure out when I get to come over and see this sexy car of yours?”
Allen took his place next to Rhonda, and Brian sat across from them. The two were working out the details of their impending encounter, and Brian couldn’t wait to hear the details when Rhonda returned to him.
Allen and Rhonda set up their play date for the following evening. Brian was beyond excited. He couldn’t believe it would happen, and he would hear all about it from the love of his life. He encouraged her to remember the smells and tastes so she could color the adventure.
“Brian! You will take all the fun and intimacy of my time with Allen if you keep giving me instructions!” Rhonda chastised him.
“I know. I know, but I want to feel like I am there with you.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “You promise not to get jealous? You won’t hold it over my head years later, right?” “Of course not, babe. Are you kidding? I am the one who put all this together. Since you agreed to meet, I have been hard as tortoiseshell, and now you will fuck the brains out of his handsome skull.”
She gave a mischievous grin. “Yes. Yes, I am.” They both giggled. That night, neither Rhonda nor Brian slept much. They tossed and turned in expectation like a child, knowing they would get the latest game console the night before Christmas.
The next evening, she dressed to the nines but fussed over her hair and makeup until she finally left in a huff. “I am calling it out off, Brian! I look like shit!”
Brian held her and told her she was stunningly beautiful. “Allen is the luckiest man in the world tonight, sweetheart! Any man would give his left testicle to be with you!”
She lightened up, and after a bit more prodding, she got in her car and drove toward Allen’s home. Allen was just as nervous as he cleaned his house and did his hair about a thousand times. He washed his hands at least a dozen times to ensure all the grease and engine grim were cleared from his fingernails.
When the two finally met alone for the first time in many years, it was as if the sparks had never stopped. “Rhonda, you are breathtaking.” He hugged her, holding her for a little longer than he thought he should have. She didn’t pull away, but his head spun with fearful thoughts that the whole night would fall apart.
She kissed him on the lips, and the Chicken Fricassee he had worked so hard on was the furthest thing from his mind. Those tender lips took center stage as they embraced in passion. He couldn’t wait to rip her clothes off and see her sexy body again.
“Allen, wait!” Rhonda blurted.
He immediately stopped kissing down her neck. “Yes, love?”
“I have a surprise for you. Show me to your bathroom.”
He did quickly, but before she closed the door, she whispered. “Get naked and in your bed.”
Allen couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough and jumped into bed with his cock begging for the touch of his beautiful Rhonda. Her radiance showed in the doorway’s light as he admired the purple and black lingerie teddy.
He started to sit up, but she stopped him. “No, baby. Just lay there and relax.”
She climbed onto the bed with a look of hunger and unquenchable desire. He wondered if he had what it took to please her after such a long time. Yes, he had an eight-inch cock, but that wasn’t everything. It certainly didn’t hurt.