Experienced and Dominant Bull

“Fuck you’re good” Mike said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth as I swallowed another one of his big loads of manly semen…without spilling a drop.  “Hell, you rarely even gag anymore.   You’re a great cocksucker princess.”

His words both humiliated and aroused.  I was already hard in my cage from pleasing him, but his words made my swelling little penis feel even tighter.  My wife Lisa wasn’t around.  Off on a short business trip I was “filling in” in her absence if Mike needed some sexual relief.  While not physically present, she was a very big part of what we’d just done.

Before I was even allowed to fill in for her this way, Lisa made sure I was properly trained to be a good cocksucker.

“You don’t want to disappoint him do you?” she asked with that condescending look and tone.   No, I wouldn’t want to do that.  I didn’t even have to answer.

“So’ you’ll need to be trained” she said.  

She made the training intense.  The realistic dildos shaped like a man’s penis would grow in size.  She taught me technique, made me practice, pushed my head down on them. 

Many of my practice sessions took place while I was blindfolded, sometimes with a collar and leash.

“This will help you focus better” she would say.  “Later, we’ll focus on you’re making eye contact with him.  He likes that.”

So we did.  Eventually, the dildo that most closely resembled Mike’s cock went into her strap-on harness.  I would kneel in front of her and suck it.  She seemed to enjoy these practice sessions.  I’d suck, gag and take it all while I looked into her eyes and see her smile.  

“You’ll get over the gagging and get better” she would say.

She was right.  I still gag once and awhile, mostly when Mike gets really aggressive and thrusts deeply and quickly. 

xox

The level of a submissive sissy cuckold’s involvement or participation in their wife’s “activities” with her bull is totally dependent on the wife’s whims and/or the bull’s desires. 

The cuckold’s participation can vary widely.  It can be very active or very, very passive.  Kneeling in the corner of the master bedroom with their nose pressed to the corner while the bull is making love to the wife might seem passive to some, while another cuckold might truly appreciate merely being in their presence, their mind actively engaged in their lovemaking.  For some cuckolds, no matter how distant they are from the two lovers, they are always a part of the dynamic taking place.

For the most part I fall into this latter category; just knowing they are together and thinking about what they are doing makes me feel a part of it.  But I do get to enjoy other things in their presence.  Some things, no matter how often I’m required to do them, are always very humiliating.

Mike and Lisa both enjoy making me model panties and other types of lingerie in front of them.   They require that I pose in certain ways, maybe curtsy for them, prance around, dance, turn around and shake my girly ass and other types of embarrassing things.  A few times  one of them has unlocked my chastity cage for this activity, with my tiny penis in panties or fully exposed for them to make fun of.

Their comments about my lack of size cause my penis to become a little erect (I suffer from penile atrophy after so many years in chastity.  I only get semi-hard but can still orgasm) and the teasing becomes more intense.  I’ve been made to stand in front of them in such a state and Lisa (sometimes Mike as well) might stroke my tiny penis and within a few moments I being to shake with shame as I have a very sissy orgasm in my panties or sometimes in their hands.

In either case, the humiliation is intense.  This particularle scene always seems to play out right before one of their lovemaking sessions.  When my orgasm is over (I don’t cum very much) I proceed to clean up, get locked back into my tiny pink cage and they make their way to the bedroom.

I’m left alone with my thoughts. 

“Ta-dah!” she exclaimed presenting the large, cock shaped piece of silicone she’d been hiding behind her back. “Happy birthday, darling.”

You gawked at the sex toy unable to find the words.

It had already been an overwhelming day; Emma’s doting attention, a shopping spree, tea and scones. Then an afternoon at the spa and now back at her house for champagne and presents.

Strewn about the room were the ones you’d opened already: a make-up kit, several new lingerie sets, two of her hand me down dresses, a new chastity cage (the next smallest size), and now, last but definitely not least, the faux appendage she’d gleefully revealed.

“Th-thankyou,” you managed to stammer, not sure what else to say as she placed the hefty object in your open palms.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart, I hope it’s what you wanted. I was going to get you a generic one, you know, realistic looking but not too big, I didn’t want to overface you. But, Matthew suggested a custom one would be a much more personnel gift.”

“M-Matthew?” As always you tensed at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a shiver running down your spine.

“Mhmm,” she took another sip of her champagne. “It’s as much from him as it is from me. There’s this place in London that makes them, all very hush hush of course. They make the cast there with this special mould and then send it off to be made. Gosh, you should’ve seen the fun we had making it. The girls at the shop and I had to come up with some rather imaginative ways to keep him hard enough without touching him. It was quite the afternoon.”

“Keep what hard?” you asked still not understanding.

“His cock, obviously.” Looking at the object in your hands it finally dawned on you. Thick and long, the large phallus was the spitting image of the one you’d seen him wield so effectively on the occasions they’d let you watch.

“It… it’s his?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Yep,” she grinned excitedly, moving to sit beside you. “This way you’ll get familiar with it. All the veins and ridges. I’ll teach you his most sensitive spots and show you exactly what he likes.”

She took the phallus from you and raised it up in front of your face.

In yesterday’s post “Christmas Gifts for Cuckolds” I asked if cuckolds if they’d received any Christmas gifts from their wives’ bulls or vice versa, or if anyone had any interesting idea.

“Ta-dah!” she exclaimed presenting the large, cock shaped piece of silicone she’d been hiding behind her back. “Happy birthday, darling.”

You gawked at the sex toy unable to find the words.

It had already been an overwhelming day; Emma’s doting attention, a shopping spree, tea and scones. Then an afternoon at the spa and now back at her house for champagne and presents.

Strewn about the room were the ones you’d opened already: a make-up kit, several new lingerie sets, two of her hand me down dresses, a new chastity cage (the next smallest size), and now, last but definitely not least, the faux appendage she’d gleefully revealed.

“Th-thankyou,” you managed to stammer, not sure what else to say as she placed the hefty object in your open palms.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart, I hope it’s what you wanted. I was going to get you a generic one, you know, realistic looking but not too big, I didn’t want to overface you. But, Matthew suggested a custom one would be a much more personnel gift.”

“M-Matthew?” As always you tensed at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a shiver running down your spine.

“Mhmm,” she took another sip of her champagne. “It’s as much from him as it is from me. There’s this place in London that makes them, all very hush hush of course. They make the cast there with this special mould and then send it off to be made. Gosh, you should’ve seen the fun we had making it. The girls at the shop and I had to come up with some rather imaginative ways to keep him hard enough without touching him. It was quite the afternoon.”

“Keep what hard?” you asked still not understanding.

“His cock, obviously.” Looking at the object in your hands it finally dawned on you. Thick and long, the large phallus was the spitting image of the one you’d seen him wield so effectively on the occasions they’d let you watch.

“It… it’s his?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Yep,” she grinned excitedly, moving to sit beside you. “This way you’ll get familiar with it. All the veins and ridges. I’ll teach you his most sensitive spots and show you exactly what he likes.”

She took the phallus from you and raised it up in front of your face.

In yesterday’s post “Christmas Gifts for Cuckolds” I asked if cuckolds if they’d received any Christmas gifts from their wives’ bulls or vice versa, or if anyone had any interesting idea.

I’ve received some pretty interesting gifts from Mike (Lisa’s Bull) for Christmas.  I’ve also heard from other cuckolds and read about the types of gifts they’ve received from their wives’ lovers around the holidays. 

I’d love to hear from any cuckolds who follow this blog if they’ve received such gifts if so, what were they?  Is anyone willing to share?  Reblog and leave a comment!

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