Making a cuck of you

Making a cuck of you

Making a cuck of you is almost too easy. The way you devour my every word, hanging on to the promise of submission. You’ve grown very fond of our little chats, haven’t you? Knowing that an obedient cuckold turns me on. I feel it every time you call! You understand my hunger for a buff stud to pound my naughty cunt while you watch and stroke in the corner, feeling aroused and ashamed.  You treat me so well, my love. On your arm, I am that perfect trophy. But you know I need more than you can give me…physically. Making a cuck of you requires finesse, and I intend to savor every moment.

You pamper me like a queen, catering to my whims.

Dressing me up in designer gowns and parading me around town on your arm. But beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic partnership lies a far more complex dynamic. One where you secretly revel in the knowledge that I crave something – no, someone – beyond your capabilities. The thrill of watching you squirm under the weight of inadequacy only fuels my desires further. Making a cuck of you becomes almost therapeutic; each whispered confession, every carefully crafted scenario serves to further solidify the divide between your masculine ego and reality.

Your cock is… okay. Hehehe, well maybe not.

Tell me what you feel in the locker room at the gym when you stare at those other guys with their perfect pecs, chiseled abs, and large, perfectly shaped cocks. I know they have you feeling woefully inadequate by comparison. Call me so I can get off on it! Share that flush of shame and envy with me. I love to hear about that feeling of being unworthy that washes over you when you see them soaping up those perfect cocks. I understand you. And we both adore it!

I’ll need your help making a cuck of you.

Now, be a dear and pick me out a stud. Scour the gym or your pick-up basketball league and find me what I need. I want to make a cuck out of you! Bring home a masculine and make you watch as I slide off his boxers and admire what he has that you don’t. Watch as he grabs my long red hair and pulls my mouth onto his cock. Stroke your little excuse for a penis while he bends me over and pounds me hard from behind. My eyes rolled back, my tits bouncing. The sounds I make, you just know you’d never hear from me otherwise. His hands roaming my curves, squeezing my ass as he drives into me, the slapping sound of our flesh echoing through the room; you kneeling beside us, eyes fixed on the primal scene unfolding before you.

Making a cuck out of you is my favorite pastime.

Understanding the phycology of cuckoldry helps me get deep into your head and mind fuck you about it. Using you for everything but sex. You paid top dollar for me to have these glistening red nails. But sadly you can only watch as I make a cuck of you and wrap them around his perfect cock. Let him fuck my pretty waxed pussy nice and hard right in front of you, both of us knowing you paid for it to look so pristine. My hair, a pretty blowout on your dime. My scent, an expensive fragrance you bought. All so that this man could reap the rewards.  And depending on just how sadistic I’m feeling my love, I may not even let you stroke that cock of yours. And, I punish you more than just by making you watch. You know what a cream pie is, don’t you?

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