A Cuckold's Life

yeah I agree
David

Loving your cruel wives!!!

Thank you!

EXCELLENT work, blue179!!!

Simply fantastic !

Excellent caps, love the 'Hard Edge' to them - post17 pic3 really does it for me.

Big thanks to everyone who took the time to comment on my talkies. I really appreciate your comments and I will be taking them into account with future offerings. I hope you all continue to enjoy. My ideas come from a combination of keen interest in all things femdom, some real experiences with my beautiful wife and a very vivid imagination.
I've written a few books on similar ideas to some of my caps but I'm not sure if I'm allowed to give details on here?

Birthday treat ....

When your wife likes it rough but you're not man enough ...

The ups and downs of life as a sissy maid husband.

This is based on a real experience that completely blew my mind. Can anyone relate to this or imagine how it feels when you see this happen for real?

great stuff..loved the 1st maid one

Best thread ever !!! Loving this....Thank you !

Both the caps in Post38 are outstanding. I liked Post40 too.

Wow, cuckold_2 'Best Thread Ever!!!' - high praise indeed!
Kennyboy82 I think I'm getting a feel for what you like.
Does anyone know if it's ok to mention my books on here please?

More misery and denial for you useful male!

For you Kennyboy82

For all the 'sissy' fans.

Thanks blue! I loved them!!!

What a perfect BITCH!

Just awesome!

Enjoy!

An evening treat.

Anyone like to hear about my books?

Please more !

Damn, yes please keep posting. Love the wedding ring one, and things that have to do with completely cutting the hubby off, especially on birthday or anniversary. Would love to see some about wife with her ex.

Thank you for posting, these are all great.

Well, nobody replied about my books so I thought I'd give you a taster. This is the first chapter of my first book.

My Slave Husband
I have been married to my slave husband for five years. He's thirty five and I'm thirty. Early in our relationship I found my husband to be very submissive and the more I whipped and humiliated him the more loving and devoted to me he became. On our wedding night I even made him ***** on the floor as sex was out of the question. He loved it and since then I've only allowed him sex with me once a year, at Christmas time. For this he is blindfolded, gagged and his hands handcuffed behind his back. He has to wear a condom and has a strict five minutes to cum.
He's fitted our cellar out as a proper dungeon with an iron-barred cage and whipping block. I've made him a proper black and white maid's outfit, complete with frilly knickers and four inch heeled stiletto shoes. I love seeing him slaving away at his chores in it.
My slave is unemployed at the moment and I am the sole breadwinner. He wears his maid's outfit every day as his other clothes are locked away. All week he does the washing, cooking and cleaning. When he does the shopping I allow him to remove his maid's hat and wear a tracksuit over his sissy underwear. This is also the case for car washing and window cleaning. Every night when I return from work I inspect the house. If there is even the slightest fault he can expect to be shouted at and humiliated as I spit in his face. He then has the rest of the night to try worry about the punishment he knows is coming. I get such a power rush from watching him as he tries desperately to make it up to me, hoping against hope that this time I might have pity on him. There was a time, earlier in our relationship, when I might have done, but not now. Not when I know how much he needs me to be the cruel heartless bitch he loves and worships and certainly not now that I know how exciting and liberating it is for me to be exactly that. So, when the time comes, I put him over my knee for a sound thrashing with my hairbrush before sending him to bed.
At the end of the week, usually on a Saturday, my slave is allowed the huge privilege of bathing me and doing my hair and putting my makeup on. After lots of practice and many severe beatings he's become quite accomplished at these tasks. Once I'm happy with how I look I instruct my maid to dress me for my evening out. I always dress very sexily with stockings and suspenders, leather skirt and long leather boots. It's so thrilling to feel him trembling as he dresses me as he knows another man will be getting the benefit of all his hard work.
When I'm finally ready slave is ordered to the basement dungeon and told to strip to his cute girly knickers and stockings. He respectfully directs his gaze at my feet as I remind him of all the tasks he failed to complete to my satisfaction during the week. Although he's already been thoroughly punished for those faults he knows there is more to come. It always brings a smile to my red glossy lips as he squirms under my harsh words and steely eyed gaze, he is such a pathetic sissy. Of course he apologises profusely but to no avail as, once I've heard enough of his pathetic begging, I order him over the whipping horse.
His wrists and ankles are strapped to the legs of the horse then I use the dirty knickers I've worn at work all day to gag him, my worn pantyhose pulled over his head and the legs wrapped around his head and tied tightly eliminate any chance of him spitting them out. Now comes the part I didn't used to like but have really warmed to. I have a wicked leather crop which I use to lay perfect bright red stripes across his sissy ass. His silk knickers offer no protection, in fact they serve only to retain and magnify the heat that builds beyond endurance in that naughty desperately writhing butt. In the early stages I used to feel guilty about hurting him and struggled to give him the hiding he yearned for and thoroughly deserved. It was actually my slave husband who persuaded me to really let go and enjoy myself insisting that it was desperately important to him that I really enjoy his agony. This, he said, made him feel enormous love and awe for me his mistress. Indeed it was at these times that he actually felt closest to me and I've come to agree.
His muffled cries and begging now serve only to amuse me and his beating continues regardless of his discomfort until such times as I am satisfied that I have really got through to him. Then I leave him there, sobbing and gasping for breath while I go back upstairs to enjoy my first glass of wine of the evening.
Just before my taxi arrives I return to the basement and release my slave from the whipping horse. He's always cowed and in a very obedient mood as I handcuff his wrists behind him before removing his girly panties and fitting him with an adult disposable nappy and pretty pink waterproof plastic pants. Finally, I ***** a large rubber cock gag into his heavily lipsticked mouth, securing it with leather straps before ordering him to crawl into his little cage. Closing the cage door *****s him to curl up tightly in a ball then, snapping the lock closed, I leave him there without a backward glance. As I climb the stairs the last thing he hears is my sexy heels clicking against the treads then the light goes out, the door closes and the lock clicks before he is left alone, sore, humiliated and lonely imagining all the things his sexy mistress wife will be getting up to tonight.
I usually head off into town to meet up with a few girlfriends. We're always on the pull and end up at Helen's flat where we can shag the rest of the night away.
I normally arrive home around lunch time on Sunday. My slave is let out of his cage to remove his wet nappy, clean himself up, shower and put on his uniform. Finally he is rewarded with permission to bathe me before making dinner. First though I make him remove my sopping knickers and give my pussy a thorough cleaning with his tongue. If I'm feeling especially cruel I give him all the lurid details of whose spunk he's gobbling and how it got there.
Of course by this point my slave is always desperate for relief and begs piteously for me to remove his cruel unyielding little chastity cage. On most occasions I have a good laugh before refusing him and enjoying my bath. Very occasionally, if he's been especially good, I may allow him a quick wank. I make him kneel to the side of me as I sit relaxing in my favourite arm chair. After ignoring him for a while as I watch TV, letting the poor wretch's desperation grow, I send him to retrieve a yellow washing up glove that is kept under the kitchen sink especially for these rare occasions. After carefully fitting the glove to my right hand, he then has to use his left hand to jerk his little pee pee while he stares down at my stocking clad feet and thanks me for cuckolding him. He has a strict time limit of two minutes and knows he will not get a second longer. After all, if two minutes is not enough, he obviously wasn't that desperate anyway.
It's hilarious listening to his heavy breathing, grunts and groans as I idly flick through a magazine with my free hand. My indifference to his plight only serves to inflame his desire until; all too soon, the moment arrives. He knows that he must deposit his tiny load into the gloved palm of my hand and that any drips or splashes that land anywhere else will result in severe punishment, so it is with sheer desperation mixed with fear that he pleads with me to raise my cupped hand. I always pretend to ignore him and leave it until the last possible second before doing so as I tell him to hurry up and get it over with as I have far more important things to do. As soon as he finishes he has to immediately ***** his still swollen member back into the chastity cage and click the lock closed. Then it's onto his knees to lick his mess from my glove before removing it and taking it away to be washed and put away. Finally, after thanking me respectfully and convincingly for allowing him to dribble his disgusting slave slime, it's back to his chores. No time to enjoy the afterglow, no loving kisses or caressing, just a never ending list of chores and the prospect of a very long wait until his next opportunity for relief.
I keep threatening him that I'm going to lock his chastity cage permanently. I love the idea of having him chained at the foot of my bed watching me being thoroughly screwed by a handsome stud. Him wanting me but knowing he can never perform as a man ever again. I would like to get pregnant after his useless little cock is locked away for ever. He can look after the ***** while I go out to work. No one would ever know except my slave and I and it would be a delicious constant *********** for him.

If you enjoyed this taster there are lots more short stories available in my book - Cuckold Tales available on Kindle or in paperback from amazon. My author name on this book and the other two in the series is Femdom Fred.

some more for you.

great story and caps!

Thanks Blue. Janet Mason's feet are so beautiful.

Love 46. The idea of a bull using a harness gag like that on your wife is so hot.