Horns of a Cuck

I don’t know, I mean, he’s totally worthless as a man…

- yeah but, he’s really very helpful- I’ve never really seen such a loyal, devoted husband…

Lol, he just loves to be bossed around and told what to do. I think he just likes to be… useful. So yeah, he’s a good boy, but y’know, for some things, a girl just needs a man… a real man.

- so why don’t you get one? I don’t see any reason at all why you shouldn’t… and look at him, standing there, listening to all this- he won’t even object, will he? See? He knows he doesn’t meet your sexual needs, so he’ll be happy to let you get what you need elsewhere.

I know, he’s really that pathetic. He’d actually sit meekly by while I sleep with another man.

- That’s because he’s a beta- a submissive one at that. You know, I’ve heard that most submissive betas males are actually sissies… yeah, you know what I bet? I bet we could get him to wear panties.

Oh, well, why stop there? I’m quite sure he’d wear whatever we tell him to- a nice soft sweater like ours for instance!

Umm, so, I talked to him… he said you could stay, but there are conditions…

Well, the first condition is you have to do whatever he says. Like, you have to be completely obedient. His bitch. No matter what he tells you to do, you have to do it.

Yes, you’d be lyk, his slave.

What if you don’t? Umm, if I were you, I wouldn’t want to find out… but I would guess whatever it is he’d do to you would be extremely painful and degrading, so I would strongly advise against disobeying him or disrespecting him in any way…

Me? Umm, no… I… alright, look, I think it’s hot, okay? He’s such a big, strong, aggressive, demanding alpha male, a real man, that he can total own my husband and make him his little bitch? My god, even just talking about is making me so wet…lyk, I want him, right now. Go get him for me, would’ya?

“He’ll be here soon…” she said, looking down, knowing her words would hurt you, but bravely continuing “… and I think it’s important you meet him.”

“But why?” you responded, your voice cracking, “it’s hard enough for me that you have sex with another man and won’t let me near you, but why do you want to humiliate me like this?”

“See, that’s just it-“ she answered, now looking you straight in the eye, “you still don’t get it. Instead of being happy for me, you’re still whining about yourself… and I just think that if you meet the man I’ve chosen over you, and can see for yourself what a real man is like, then maybe you’ll finally understand. Maybe you’ll finally see yourself for what you are and what you’re not. You are inferior. You’re not…a man. It’s time you accept these very basic facts about yourself.”

You looked down, her words hit hard, your shame welled up as your face reddened.

“Oh, and there is one more thing…” she said, her gaze turned back down, not wanting to see the look in your face after what she was about to say, “he wants me to dress you…a certain way…”.