At least that’s what that caller was thinking. He was remembering how his girlfriend had cuckolded him, him with his pathetic little cocklet. How small was it? He was ashamed to tell even me, someone he had never met in person and most likely never would.

But it must have been pretty darned small. He knew he could never satisfy a woman, which is why he came to accept that he was meant to be humiliated sexually. That is the last step before becoming addicted to the humiliation, unable to stop from seeking it, and unable to keep from playing with his teenie weenie peenie. He had become a compulsive wanker.

He was one of those guys who needs the humiliation, but he’s not looking for a woman to scream at him what a pathetic fucking useless piece of shit he is. He needs that caring touch that I can provide, so he can know that the person who is about to twist the knife in his back loves him enough to do it slowly and meticulously, for maximal agony.

For some reason I am able to draw those cucks into my confidence, and they start playing roles they never would have dreamed they would. Or they reveal their deepest darkest secrets to me, as their Mistress, their wife, their girlfriend, their cuckoldress. They share secrets they have never shared with anyone else, that they thought would never pass through their lips.

She told him to suck her lover’s cock clean, and he did it.

He still has trouble thinking about that.

I had a call today from a guy who has called me several times over the past few months. He has a really cute British accent —actually he’s from New Zealand—and he wants to make a commitment to being my slave.

Cool. I get to listen to that accent while I am training him to respond to my commands. Or whatever.

At least he seems to be aware of the possible scope of our relationship, seeing as how he lives on the opposite end of the earth as me.

But the most fun is how it will make my husband feel. A sub just starts to get a bit too comfortable, and then he can get cocky. I’ve been neglecting him, humiliating him insufficiently, and this will help make up for it, him knowing that he’s not my only sub.

An interesting conversation with a cuckold

Sunday was a very busy day for me - cuckolds coming out of the walls!

I talked to Cocksucker again on Sunday. Just to clarify for you and me both, the woman he serves and calls Mistress-Wife or Wife-Mistress is not married to him. They have a professional relationship, although most people who see them do think that they are married.

He’s totally into the gloryhole scene, and he’d like to produce some amateur girl-at-the-gloryhole DVDs. I’m working on him to make a proper members website. There’s a good-looking slutty and submissive female in the picture who an astute business person could fashion a great blowjob site around. She would, of course, also be serving the Mistress.  Since the Mistress does not give blowjobs, having a pretty slutty female submissive around can be handy. Gosh, why would a Mistress give blowjobs?

I also talked to my pigslave, who I had not heard from in a while. In the fantasy, I keep him and the other slaves locked up in cages, metal boxes in the cellar, while I watch my wealth increase. I taunt him by reading to him from a list of the value of my investments.  As part of the contract, he had agreed to turn over to me all his worldy possessions, and I would have my handsome young boyfriend snip off his balls and cock, all while I laugh at what a disgusting piggy slave he has become. As he grows fatter and more loathsome, I find less and less use for him. Eventually, his only purpose is to clean my ass when I sit on top of the cage.

There’s more to the fantasy, but that’s how far it went this time. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you. Next time he calls, I’ll tell you what happens next.

I happened across A Nawty Mouz and thought you might like to read this entry, too.

Pretty hot stuff.

I spoke with a caller last night whose fantasy was that his wife would have sex with other men, would be his cuckold Mistress, in some ways like me. This was, of course, a pure fantasy, far removed from reality. In fact, he loves her dearly, but she is neither adventurous nor particularly sexual.

So that’s why he called me, to turn his vague longings into a virtual cuckolding experience.

In real life, he’s a guy with what might be a somewhat less than average endowment - not spectacularly small, but definitely not large. Again in real life, this probably meshes pretty well with a woman who is not particularly sexual, and thus is probably not dreaming of big cocks.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, the little brain is feeding the big brain data that is driving him wild, making him crave the humiliation that comes with knowing your wife finds you inadequate and has to go elsewhere to get satisfied.

It takes a certain knack to recognize when a certain response is an opening, and to know what to say next that will really twist the knife while at the same time making him beg for more. In the fantasy he ended up doing all sorts of humiliating things that he has never even considered doing - or considered and rejected out of hand - just because his Mistress wife told him to, wanted him to, needed him to for her own pleasure, satisfaction, convenience, or the sheer entertainment value of it.

He knows full well that his wife does not suck cock. Therefore, if her boyfriend wants it, who is there to do it but him? But of course. It only makes sense. He’s there to keep his wife happy, to make sure she gets satisfied, no matter what it takes.

Aren’t fantasies fun?

The caller who I wrote about in the last entry called again last night, repeatedly. We talked 5 times over a period of 2 hours.  

At times when he’s on an adventure, he feels the need to talk to a woman heart to heart, and basically, that’s not something he gets from any woman he’s “involved” with. It’s a service he has to pay for. Not only are there not any women in his life who he can confide in this way, but most women in general would not be able to relate to his experiences, even most women who do phone sex.

We talked about his marital history. Through a series of marriages he lived experiences of cheating and being cheated on, culminating with an experience or two where the wife he hoped to make his cuckold mistress ended up liking the experience too much.

He prefers to be addressed as “Cocksucker”, as that’s his only sexual outlet nowadays. He will suck cock for the pleasure of the woman he calls Mistress-wife. This often happens if her boyfriend wants it, and she doesn’t suck cock. Period.

But he’s also got some other stuff going on there. His wife is a highly desirable woman, and he sees himself as her pimp. It’s his function to pimp for her, not just procuring lovers for her, but running background checks to make sure they have enough money to be worthy of her, because they will be spending that money on her.

In fact, they have a little glory hole action going on. She’ll step into the booth, and the guy on the other side thinks that she is sucking his cock. Well, she’s not. Guess who is…

What are you going to buy me?

I thought that would get a rise out of you. Valentine’s Day is one of my two favorite holidays, the other being, of course Christmas. Those are the two days when all the men in my life compete to see who can buy me the nicest gift.

My husband usually wins,  because he’s got enough money to buy me whatever I could want. Last year he bought me a trip to Jamaica with my boyfriend. How considerate can a husband be?

Especially seeing as how he got left behind because he had to work. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. He was one horny little cocksucker when we got back, don’t you know?

So even when he wins, he loses.

If you were to click my photo, you would be magically transported to the world of Niteflirt, where you could make your own donation to the cause of keeping me happy.

Don’t you know, last night I had a call from a guy whose wife cuckolds him. She was in the process, and he was eagerly awaiting his reward, the cream pie. He’d talk for a while, then hang up and call back. It was getting to be dawn when he hung up for the last time.

I certainly hope he got it in the end. It would be ~kind of~ too bad if he was denied yet again, except for the fact that denial is probably all he deserves.

You didn’t think she lets him have sex with her, did you?