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@master4betas
Tell me cucks, when you watch this, in whose place would you rather be? Itâs ok, you can admit it, this is a safe space⌠youâd love to be her, wouldnât you, sissy? Safe in his big, strong arms, his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, his big, strong hands caressing and groping you all overâŚyouâd be melting, writhing with desire for him to make you his, wouldnât you? Go on, admit it sissy, itâs okayâŚ
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The question from your wifeâs lover caught you off guard. You didnât expect him to ask if you were still having sex with your wifeâany kind of sex, even if it was just intimate caresses. You owed him obedience, and you answered him while your cheeks burned with embarrassment, âAfter having sex with you, she usually asks me to lick her pussy.â
I see. And tell me, how does that make you feel? Because I generally donât allow my cucks to have any contact with my womanâs pussy, but if it helps you understand and accept your place, and reinforces your insecurities and feelings of inferiority and submissiveness, I may decide to allow it⌠Why donât you put this tray down and you can suck my cock while I think on itâŚ
Look at your beautiful wife with him, just look. I know it hurts. I know it must be so hard for you, but how can you look at her with him, and not know the truth? Deep down you know itâs right. You see how happy she is, how good they look together, and you just canât deny it. You really have no choice but to accept it. You know youâre inferior to him, you know you donât deserve her, and never did. Most of all, you know they belong together. Itâs time to accept it. Itâs time to be the best cuckold you can be.
Donât even try to deny it, wimp. You know deep in your soul that you belong at our feet, doing the housework and serving us while I take your wife from you and make her mine. Oh, and yes, Iâll make you mine too, bitch. Youâre a beta and this is your dream, isnât it?
Sometimes I get tired of my bitches lame lies and excuses and just grab the phone outta her hand and lay it out straight for her pansy-ass cuck husband. I know itâs harsh and a bit cruel for the poor fool, but Iâm not a very patient man, and in the long run, I figure Iâm doing the faggot a favor telling him sooner rather than later, and letting him know up front where his wifey really is and what sheâs really doing. Honesty is always the best policy, right? And besides, I get a kick outta doing it- hearing the shock and confusion in his voice when I tell him, hearing him pathetically start to cry and sob when I hold the phone out and say âcâmon baby, say hello to your cuckold loser hubbyâ and she says something like âhi sweetie⌠Iâm so sorryâŚâ. Then, with him still on the line, I tell her to get on her knees and start sucking my cock. âMmm yeah⌠You probably donât know this, but youâre wife gives really good head.â Iâll say, and by the time I tell him I gotta go, Iâm just too horny to keep talking to inferior beta cuckolds like him, so Iâm gonna go give it to your wife real good now, heâs just sobbing and whining. âWhy, why, whyâ, blah blah blah, whatever. âYou know why,â I answer then drop the phone without hanging up. Of course, they never hang up while Iâm railing their wives⌠itâs ok, they canât help it, and since their wives will never want to have sex with them ever again after me, I think itâs okay that they wack themselves off while listening to a real man take their wife. Itâs least I can do, heheâŚ
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Better get over here quick Simpy, my friends want this place totally cleaned up from last night, and they said if youâre not here by the time they finish their pizza, theyâre gonna have to teach you what they expect from their âchore bitchâ. Then my friend in the middle said something about still being horny from last night âcause I passed out before the bj I promised him, so, uhh, yeah, Iâd hurry on over here if I were you. Oh, and donât forget to wear that cute pink top and silky pleated skirt I left out for you- theyâre expecting you to have it on when you get hereâŚ
How does it feel, beta? When you watch her being affectionate with a real man. When you watch him effortlessly pick her up and put her on the counter, his hand firmly groping her amazing ass, her long, beautiful hair, grading his powerful forearm and wrist. The kiss they share is more passionate than any youâve shared with her, and you know exactly where itâs all leading. How does it feel to know youâre about to be cuckolded?
Ever since she started openly dating her new boyfriend, she has been smiling more and laughing more, and mocking me constantly.
It makes me feel small, inadequate, inferior, ashamed and emasculated, but it also makes my clittie stiff and somehow just feels right.
Lately, sheâs started teasing me about bringing her boyfriend home to meet me, and while I dread the humiliation that would inflict, I also understand why sheâd want that to happen, pushing me lower and deeper into my submission to her.
I am a beta cuckold. I understand this is all as it should be.
Eventually they all get it, it just takes some betas longer than others. Any woman Iâm with should know that Iâm always happy to help speed the process along. I have my methods, and they can be quite effectiveâŚ
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When the guy on the right grabbed my wifeâs ass, he grabbed me by the throat with his other hand. His hand was so large, it wrapped completely around my neck, so it was hard to breathe. Then he looked at me with such clear hate and disgust, and a look that without a word told me to shut up and listen to him. I was so intimidated, thatâs exactly what I did.
âYou see that?â he asked rhetorically as his friend cupped my wifeâs boob in his hand, âshe likes itâŚsheâs blushing, and sheâs getting wet. Arenât you baby?â
My heart broke as she looked at him, nodded and smiled slightly. She was so clearly hot for both of them, turned on more than Iâd ever seen her.
He turned back to me and said âThe bitch is ours now, you understand? Sheâs gonna stay right here with us so, and weâre gonna play with her for a little while, understand?â I swallowed hard and glanced at my sweet wife. She was looking at him with such awe and admiration, I knew it was pointless to fight it, so I nodded in agreement.
But a nod wasnât enough for him. âI canât hear you boy,â he said in a threatening tone.
âYes, I understand,â I said, my voice cracking as I held back tears, then for some reason, call it what you will- instinct, intuition, or maybe just simple recognition of what felt right, I added âSir, yes, I understand Sir.â
At that, he flashed a satisfied smile and shoved me to the floor as he released me, and said âDonât worry boy, weâll return her to you when weâre through with her⌠sheâll never be the same, but sheâll be yours again, at least until she comes back to us begging for more. Now go on, beat it. We wanna be alone with your wife now.â
Dazed, I sat there like an idiot, his words sinking in slowly. Then his thunderous voice broke my little daze. âI said beat it, NOW, bitch, or am I gonna have to make you?â
I scrambled to my feet muttering, âno Sir, Iâm sorry, Iâm going, Iâm going,â and I ran out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I didnât see my wife for the next 2 days, and when she finally came home, all she said was, âIâm not really here⌠I just came to get of few of my things⌠I have to hurry, they told me to be back in under an hour⌠could you help me pack?â
So there I was, helping her pack all her best clothes in silence. There was nothing to say. Iâd lost her to bigger, better men, and there was nothing I could do about it. All packed up, I walked her to her car and put her things in the trunk, then opened the door for her. Just before she got in, I said âI love you,â. It was met with an awkward silence- she just tilted her head, smiled sadly, then got in the car and drove off, out of my life forever.
Oh hi! Havenât seen you in awhile⌠how have you been since⌠you knowâŚ
- Haha, she means since she dumped your sorry ass and got with me.
You⌠you havenât been so good? Youâre broken hearted? Aww, sweetie, you miss me, huh? Yâknow, Iâve kinda missed you too⌠yeah now thereâs no one to do my laundry or clean my house⌠oh sorry, yeah, I meant your house thatâs mine now⌠I really wish we could be friends again so you could go back to doing all that stuff for meâŚ
- Hey babe, what about me? I could use a beta simp âfriendâ to do all my laundry too. In fact, I can think of a lot of other things Iâd like to make him doâŚ
So, umm, what do you say? Do you think we could be friends? Would you like that?
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Here, youâre gonna drink this.
- Wh-what is it Maâam?
Oh, did I ask you a question? No, I donât think so. Whatâs the rule slave?
- no speaking until spoken to maâam, Iâm sorry...
Thatâs right, slaves donât speak unless spoken to. Youâll be punished for that later. But for now, drink. Every. Last. Drop.
Thatâs a good slave. How did you like that?
- um, I, uh, I liked it maâam, thank you. I like anything you give me maâam.
Of course you do. Even when itâs my piss mixed with cum from my boyfriendâs used condum and a couple of his boogers! HAHAHAHA!
Now what do you say slave?
- Thank you maâam.
Does it help to know that I put her up to it? Or does that make you feel more ashamed?
When theyâre so genuinely happy to be together theyâre practically giddy with excitement. Thatâs when you know youâre doing the right thing stepping aside so she can be with a real man and experience the kind of pleasure youâre unable to provide her. Besides, itâs not like she wouldnât do it anyway, with or without your acceptance- you know you donât really get a say in this- but at least this way you get to stay married to her, and can be there to be of service to them. And when you see the woman you love looking this happy, it must help minimize your angst, right? It wonât help your feelings of dread and inadequacy, or your shame for being a cuckold pussy bitch, but her happiness is whatâs most important, right?
And you and her love itđđđđđ
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Even though we are very open with each other, it took my wife a few years to confide in me that she craves complete submission. Of course, it was even more difficult for her to explain that she cannot see me that way when I offered to try to play that role for her; that she could not see her loving and devoted husband that way; and that she could not just pretend. âI am so sorry, but I know you love me enough for me to do this.â When she found him, I offered to go with her. Her words burned âI know you want to watch, but I need to be completely his.â Now I sit alone on a Saturday night devouring each picture her sends to me.
Thatâs right @wifetoy just sit there and stew in the torturous knowledge that you werenât man enough to give her what she craves, to be what she needs. And you know, donât you, that itâs not just because youâre so loving and devoted to her, itâs because youâre weak. You lack the power and masculinity of a real man. If you tried to be assertive, forceful and aggressive, it would only come off as a put-on, like play-acting- phony and disingenuous. Sheâd laugh in your face.
Thereâs no question about it, youâre just not man enough for her. The real question is, how does it make you feel knowing that sheâs turned to another man for what she needs? Why did her words burn so badly? Whatâs at the root of your heartache and shame?
Tell the truth- are you more jealous of him or of her?
Oh gawd, pu-lease, donât pay any attention to my pathetic husband. Whenever I wear a soft fuzzy sweater like this, he turns into a meek little puppy dog, but at least heâs an obedient one. So, in case youâre wondering, Iâm available, especially to a big, strong stud like you. And donât worry, the little bitch he wonât say a word, will you honey?
Hehe, see? I told you.
I know, right? So pathetic.
Sometimes I prefer a challenge, but cream puffs like you can be fun tooâŚ
There was a standing rule in our house: when I heard the shower start, I was to get a towel ready and wait for my wife to finish so I could dry her off. So when I heard the shower start, without thinking about it, I got a towel ready and walked into the bathroom.
But the site of them made me freeze. I guess I didn't think he'd still be here and certainly didn't think I'd find him in the shower in an intimate embrace with my wife.
I didn't know if I should leave or wait, didn't know what I should do. I finally decided to leave when she looked over at me and smiled. "You're going to need a second towel," she said.
Swallowing, I left the room and came back with a second towel. I stood there trying not to watch, but even when I looked away I could see them in one of the mirrors. I could see their kissing, their touching. I watched as he slipped into her, watched as they made love.
When they were done, she soaped him, cleaned him, rinsed him. When she finished taking care of him, she began washing herself while he stepped out of the shower. "Just stand there, he'll dry you off," she told him.
I felt foolish standing there in a maid's uniform, towel in hand, gawking at my wife's lover. "I...I never..."
He chuckled. "You'll learn," he said.
I approached him, dried him off from the top down. I tried to avoid his mid-section but he stepped forward. "You're doing fine," he said.
As I toweled off his thick cock, which even soft was larger than I ever was hard, I glanced at my wife, saw her as my hands worked the towel over him.
When I finished, I just knelt there in front of him, openly staring at his cock, humiliated, ashamed. "Impressive, isn't he," I heard my wife ask, realizing she'd stepped out of the shower.
"I..."
"Don't be shy about it," she said, "it's understandable you'd stare."
"I...I didn't," I said.
"You did," she said, kneeling down in front of him, taking his cock into her hands. "You need to learn about these things, learn how to serve him like you serve me."
"Ma'am?" I said.
She smiled, moved towards him, took his cock into her mouth. âYou need to learn about these things," she said. "Learn."
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A very solid strategy- ask for forgiveness, not permission. Iâve done this many times, and Iâm amazed how consistently they say they are totally happy with their bf/fiance/husband, and how rarely they stop me. Truth is, horny is as horny does. My favorite experience using this strategy was with a married woman I met while at a friendâs wedding. When I asked her why she wasnât stopping me, she said âsee that guy over there? The short, bald guy with the glasses and the ugly suit? Thatâs my stupid, unemployed loser of a husband.â I asked her why then did she say she was happy with him, and she said âwell, heâs very obedient, does all the housework and really knows how to eat my pussyâ. I donât think I ever laughed so hard. 5 minutes later, I had her in the menâs room. Afterwards I went and introduced myself to him and said I was just talking with his wife. He was clueless and I had fun toying with him a bit.
Itâs a view of your sweet wifey you never imagined before. Yet here she is, on her hands and knees, crawling to another man at his beck and call, not just pleasing him orally, but worshipping him the way a real man demands to be worshipped. Yes, worshipping.
And all the while, you sit there, helplessly watching, unable to speak with your mouth stiffed with both her panties and his briefs. The fight you put up is just a distant memory now, with only the red hotness of your cheeks to remind you of the stinging repeated slaps he brutally applied one after another after another for so long you were bawling until you nearly passed out. All while she looked on, giggling nervously and subtly but clearly writhing with wetness down below. Your pain and humiliation at his strong, capable hands, clearly a source sexual excitement for her. Clearly transforming her attraction towards him to need.
Heâs more of a man than you ever were or ever could hope to be, and sheâs his now, completely. Just as you are, in your own, cuckold bitch way. Thereâs no going back now, now chance of things ever returning to the way they were before this moment. Itâs your new reality, so you will accept it with humility and gratitude for being put in your proper place.
