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The molding: Part 1

I broke all speed records getting to her place. The sounds of her erotic screams from the DVD’s echoed through my mind as did the visions of a thick long flesh-steel piston thrust pounding inside her like a jackhammer left me shaking, heart racing madly and almost hyperventilating.. I was desperate to see Her, The needful anticiptation to be Her presence was Hell..and Heaven.

I pulled into Her driveway and my hands fumbled the keys trying to turn the engine off, to the point of it was useless to try and even take them with me. I slammed my car door shut and raced to the door, Flung it open stumbling over the doorstep into the foyer.

“Is that you My dirty boy!?” I heard from within. “Yes!” I yelled like I was lost in a maze…”Yes! It’s me, I’m here” I slurred way to quickly. A shriek of delight filled the air..almost a squeal..”I’m down the hall first door on the right!!” My legs were rubber as I tried to run, the hallway seemed to grow longer with each step I took and I felt I was slippiong as if in a dream. Finally I reached the door and burst through it..and froze. My brain processed the information I saw in an instant, a flash and all I could muster was a loud whimpering moan of “oh god..”

The tattering of a once provocative outfit had been strewn throughout the room. A blouse with missing buttons hanging from a celing fan blade, a skirt with a ripped slit dangling over the headboard. The bed’s conforter lay wrinkled and tossed on the floor like it had been n a fight with a dog, and the fitted sheets had pulled off each corner to find themselves tangled up in the center wrapped around the lower half of Her body. One leg drooped out down over the edge of the bed. Her upper half, propped up slightly by pillows against the headboard, glistened like morning dew on a rose as beaded perspiration slowly dropped , gathered together and streamed lightly down her cleavage. Each heaving beautiful breast had the red imprint of a hand on them, big wide handprints that had needed some clawing leverage and steady footing. Her hair had once been done up to impress I could tell, was completely disheveled and wild, hanging over Her shoulders and mussed up and wet over one side of Her face. Her eyes and lips were wide with infectious smiles as She watched me look at her. She was without a doubt, completely ravished and manhandled. I remember thinking that at that point in my life, I have never witnessed anything in person more beautiful.

I stood there stunned in my work clothes. A suit and tie She had never seen this way. “My don’t we clean up nice?” She cooed at me. ”Come over here to Me” she beckoned. I walked over in a hurried pace, She grabbed my tie and pulled my mouth to heres. She kissed me so deep, so hungry. Her tongue danced with mine, the scent of her diluted with sweat perfume and another man’s cologne filled into my olfactory nerves. It was overwhelmingly erotic and I thought I was going to black out as it caused my throbbing to intensify against the steel rings. She noticed the twitch in my slacks and let me go. “Oh, that poor thing, I forgot to email you didn’t I?” she said with slight sarcasm. “Yes.” Was all I could get out. “Well take it out, let me see how it’s doing.” I unbuckled and pushed the pants down to my ankles, stood up for her approval. My legs wider than normal as my balls were so swollen I couldn’t have my normal stance, my red throbbing agony standing in confined attention. She brightened up..”you’ve been wearing that to work for me?!” she beemed. Her delight moved pride though my body..”Yes. Plus it does help keep the explosion urge at bay.” I said. “you haven’t let it cum then” she asked.. “No!.. I couldn’t…” I paused.. “Couldn’t? “ she quipped with a discerning eye…I finished the statement..”I couldn’t ..handle it if I disappointed You by doing so. I can handle a lot, but disappointing You isn’t something I even want to experience” She melted back into the pillows… “That’s it! Strip!” she commanded with a smile..”everything but the cage… get in here with me..I’m kiss horny all over my body!!”

The falling:

The weekends that followed my “awakening” changed me forever. No longer again would I be able to get aroused by “normal” stimulation the way a “real” man did.  She had given me as a gift of appreciation, a “gates of hell” to have since I did love how it felt and She thought it had made me look so wonderful.  She had said, she would be having more studs come over and would record them on DVD, invite me over to watch them and let me use my oral addiction and talents on Her if I would promise to wear it when I came over and periodically through the week to remind myself of Her when we didn’t see each other. I of course agreed and over the course of the next weekends I would get a call that she had a new movie and an asking if I’d like to come see. I always said “yes, please!” and in short order it became routine to enter her place, undress down to nothing but the cage, walk to her standing in front of a mirror in a very sexy teddy with no underwear, get on my knees and kiss her beautiful ass cheeks and plead to see the DVD. Her eyes through the mirror would always light up looking at me do so and she would giggle with a delight I’d have never heard from a woman before or since. Once pleased with my begging she would turn around, attach a leash to the gate and  tug me up into a standing position.  The kissing, pleading, giggling, Her stare and tugging has caused there to be a pool of milk around my captive swollen head.   How she would smile as she would douse her fingers in the wetness, move the fabric from around her gorgeous globe sized breasts and soak a nipple with my cream.  “Lick it off and we’ll go being my delicious dirty boy” she would say. At first I hesistated to this act, but by the 3^rd time I was eager for this, I absolutely LOVED the taste of myself off of her and suckled to it like a hungry animal savoring each drop.  She would leash guide me to the couch,  we’d sit as she hit the “Play” button, she’d throw a leg over mine, kiss my cheek, caress me tight and every time whisper that she can’t tell me enough how much it means to have someone do this for her. She would tell me all the details one can know as I watch another monster cock stud drill fuck the oblivion out of her.  Thrusting so fast and deep from being I could hear his balls slap sting her clit, and for except when they exploded she would always be looking into the camera eyes glazed over from the slam fucking but smiling ear to ear , she’d whisper “When I’m imagining the lens is you watching, I cum so much harder now”, I’d shake and moan watching her, and then hearing her real time. When the stud was done, popped out his thick rod and left the image would crawl up to the camera and say, “Tell Me what you need to do now dirty boy”; and shut off.. I would turn and look into her stare with pleading eyes.. “I need to lick your pussy … please…that’s what I need most”. She would sigh heavy as she ran her fingers through my hair each time with a pleasant relief saying “Good… so good.  Do what you need now then.” And I would slowly slide down her body thanking her over and over until I reached that wet heaven and began to give her oral pleasure until pulled away.

There was a requested ritual to the ending of this , she would dress me, kiss me and send me on my way to await her email.  The email was her informing me that I should now have an orgasm over what had occurred.  She had said that for a male like me to wait for permission not only makes the act so much less selfish, more appreciative and increases how good to do so would feel inside and out. She was so right too.. not having such after getting it for so long was always disappointing and unsatisfying.  The final part of this was the most important. To email her back immediately the moment I was ready to have her star in her next“performance”. I know now she was gauging my recovery time back into “cuck angst”.

It got to the point it was the very next morning I would send the response mail, reguardless of receiving it 1 day, 2 days or 3.

I remember it had been a week now since I had left her and still no word of allowance.

I was in the car when I received a phone call from her. “what are you doing?” she asked. “Driving home from work gorgeous,” I replied. “what are you doing?” She sighed, “ Oh just laying here…. I just got fucked”  This was new… “oh,” I stammered…”how was it?” She laughed lightly, “Oh it was wonderful, he was thick…slammed in hard and fast , push – pulling my hips…really stretched me good..but.. I don’t feel completely satisfied… I don’t feel ‘done’ yet… my real men are great for a screw but don’t give me what I need after, no kissing, cuddling, passionate needful things to help Me with these last couple of orgasms that linger. I’m not completed.. I’m not…done”  The DVD images went through my head, I throbbed against the steel rings I had to wear in order to keep myself from having an unauthorized orgasm,  my already full swollen balls pulsed with ache… I almost whined the words, “Can I come over and finish you off please?”  She sighed a smile.. “you really want to don’t you? To finish Me off the way I need?” My voice cracked with need..”Yes, I really want to.. please” Her voice more firmly than I heard before said, “I wanted you to say that and not have to ask very badly.. Yes, hurry up and get your ass here too”

Next: The molding 

The awakening:

i cant even recall exactly now how it got to the exact moment, but there I was in an erotic agony I had never known and somehow realizing it was just the tip of an iceberg.
I had willingly agreed to come into the “lair” (as I now realized it was) from an almost demanding invite from a very formidable woman. She was formidable in size, attitude. All of which in someway expressed earlier and my responses to each being found with an eager hunger to be tested of something I didn’t know, but she did.

Anyway, there I was with my hands firmly restrained behind my back. I was sitting on the edge of her couch with my pants pulled down just above my knees. She had placed a leather strap with rings over my shaft with a divider and larger strap around the base that stretched my balls down to hang low. She was behind me purring with slight giggles as she massaged my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck making my nerve endings on every part of my body tingle with electricity. She whispered with an obvious lustful delight, “you like what you’re watching don’t you?” My voice cracked with an honest response “Yes, Yes I do”

Somewhere between sitting on the couch and being retrained She had turned on her television and pressed play on the DVD recorder. There was the image of this gorgeous Amazon of a woman I was with now, laying on her back naked. Her mountain breasts were bouncing back and forth as her arms stretched out gripping the headboard. Her legs were up in the air held there by some strong hands belonging to a brute of a man. Tall, large, tan and noticeable hung. I’m no slouch at 7 ½” but paled in comparison to the at least 11 super thick inches this guy was using to monster fuck her pussy. He was thrusting hard and deep, grunting like a beast with each push into her followed by simplistic words like “yeah!”and “take that!” I’d watch that anaconda cock pull out to rear it’s fat swollen head to the tip of her pussy lips and then spear into it deep. Her eyes and smile wide with screams of pleasure confirming she was getting stretched as he pounded her. Her eyes though, always focused on the camera instead of him. This was intent for certain as she would wink, smile and even blow a kiss toward the viewer… in this case me. From behind she would whisper each time an incident on camera like that happened….”that’s for you” kiss my neck and reach down and squeeze my restrained package causing the unbelievable state of arousal I was in to impossibly increase.

The beast only fucked her on camera for about an honest 6 minutes, he had his eyes closed tight as he did which I thought of as quite a waste of an opportunity given the beautiful woman he had in his hands. Once he opened them the vision must of finally overwhelmed him as he announced he would be cumming now. This was the only time she had taken her eyes off the camera lens for any long amount of time as she unclenched her hands from the bedposts and reached up to claw into his shoulders to pull him in tight. She glared into his eyes and demanded “Shove it in deep, hold it there and explode baby! Feed this hungry pussy with some hot stud juice! Cum! CUM!” He grunted and then held his breath…. Her mouth want to his chest and she melodically cried out a few “Oh yes! There it is!! Drain it all baby” He let out a huge sigh and dropped her legs breathing heavily. She unlatched from his body and fell back into the sheets. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.. that was wonderful, just what I needed. Thank you” He grumbled out a “umm hmmm” as he stumbled backward looking around. It was that stage where men look for their clothes and an excuse to leave. She saved him the latter by saying “I want to rest now, why don’t email me sometime and we’ll talk about maybe doing this again.” “Ok, sounds good” he said in relief as he gathered up his clothes and left. She turned toward the camera, “Great Bull cock..” she smiled but then almost with pout “..but I’m SOOO not finished.” She reached down and fingered her soaked pussy swirling them around. “Where are you my special lover?” She pointed the remote to the camera and the screen went black.

She kissed my neck again and sighed…”It was great Bull cock.” She left the statement at that , hanging in the air. My mind reeled in the silence as I uttered the words that entrapped me. “How did it feel?” Suddenly she squealed in delight and purred like a cat wild for it’s meal. Turning me around pulling my body into her as she lay back into the arm of the couch. Pressed into her large chest feeling her nipples harden as she kissed my lips deep and moaning. “Tell me you really want to know that. You’re not just saying what I want to hear, but really want to know how that cock felt.” “Please…. I really want to know” I gasped between kissing her lips. She pushed me down to the floor, I was shaking and mind numb still pleading “Please tell me, please.” She opened up her legs bearing a glistening wet pussy. She put her hand through my hair and tugged it to make my eyes match her gaze. “I want you to keep your eyes focused as I talk, I want you to lick my pussy as I tell you about him” She hit play on the DVD and the scene started over and I could hear it all in the background. “Will you worship my pussy, concentrate on my pleasure while I’ll tell you about other men I fuck? Will you be that special lover I’ve waited for? You’ve lasted longer than any other male I’ve had here with any potential but will you do what I ask?”

At that moment she wasn’t a woman anymore to me… she was a Goddess. I was high, even lost but someone safe as long as she was there to lead me and I was ready to serve her in every and any way. “I’ll do anything to please you… and I need to know everything that does. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than watching you get fucked, and not turning my head now to see it again is agony. I don’t know what else you want to hear… except.. please tell me” She sighed heavy and pulled my mouth into her hot wet hole. “Lick!” she ordered. In a daze but more eagerly than ever I used my tongue, lips and whole mouth on that delicious hungry pussy. She gazed deep into my eyes and stroked my hair like molding rough clay. “I’m insatiable when it comes to sexual need and I need a lot of cock” I moaned slightly and licked her a bit more hungrier. She smiled at that reaction and continued..” but I want a special lover in my life, one that understand that need. One that will enjoy it with me but thrives on my pleasure.” She grinded into my mouth roughly saying, “Someone who loves being pussy whipped” I moaned and tongued it deep affirming my own adoration for the phrase. She backed off and continued, “Someone who will be passionate, kiss my lips but obedient and kiss my ass” My eyes never averted and my worship never halted. She smiled again stroking my hair so more. “Do you know what a "cuckold" is?” I had heard the word but the definition was meaningless to me at that moment so I shook my head. She smiled again, “you should…you're wired that way and you’re about to become one”

i received a message yesterday that left me high and elated.
The responded to note was along the lines of few understanding one wired such as myself and crave reaching the level of D/s it requires. The simple yet intoxicatingly arousing reply was "I totally understand. it is hard trying to find a male like you"
The Goddess wrote "male" and not "man"... some may say it to be emasculating or humilating but such is oh so necessary and appreciated by a cuck.
Regardless of my alpha attitude at work, or abilities to handle what is necessary in life in male fashion, i am no "real man"...
"Real men" cringe in disgust when they hear how "pussy whipped" a guy is, not get a hardon over it and think 'lucky bastard'...
"Real men" stroke off when they're aroused when they want, not teach themselves self-denial and restraint in order to be ready if his use is wanted...
..."Real Men" are sexually agressive and dream of fucking for they're own selfish gratification, not being on knees placing lips on an asscheek literally kissing it , hoping to suffer for Her sexual gains, pleasure and satisfaction -first and foremost...
i am no "Real man" at all.