Master Furbull

Fur shopping with my wife is always filled with fixed emotions. She always looks so beautiful in furs, so strong and feminine, so commanding and sexy. Seeing her wearing them, my love and desire for her is at it fullest, but then I remember- she won’t be wearing these for me… no, it’s her boyfriend, @mastrfurbull who’ll have the pleasure of being with her when she’s wearing them, while I’m made to stay home and fulfill my duties as a cuckold maid. Sometimes, I’m made to go to his and be his maid. Always slaving away while they enjoy each other. So my other emotions arise- the sadness and shame, the insecurity, the feelings of inadequacy and inferiority… it’s alright though- I know I’ve never been man enough for her, and I know he is- he’s a true alpha male- the kind of man my wife deserves to be with, and I’m a weak, pathetic beta, a pansy, a sissy- so being a cuckold maid for them makes sense. It still hurts, but it does make sense. I’ve accepted that, and have learned my place.

Hold still, loser, I need a good pic.

- I think he’s gonna Iike this one…

Yeah, poor guy, he has no idea what’s about to happen to him, but he’s so mesmerized by us, he’ll still go along with anything we say-

Hey, what’s the matter? A little flustered? Hehe, look how red you’re turning… are you feeling intimidated? I guess so seeing me in a big, sexy fur is just too overwhelming for you, huh?

Well, you did beg me to let you buy me one, and I am planning to wear it for him, so… what do you think? Think he’ll like me in this one?