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myker -> Jamal's Women: Part 1 - Training the New Submissive Cuckold (11/8/2013 8:31:43 PM)
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“Mike, there are some things I haven’t told you about me yet,” Vickie said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Oh?” Mike replied cautiously. He knew instantly that she was about to lay some heavy news upon him, by the look on her seductive face.
“That’s right. You see, I’m not just a Domme. I’m also a slave,” she continued, then paused.
“You’re a slave?” he replied.
“Yes, but I’m a very lucky slave. Just look around you. I live quite comfortably. Also, my Master allows me lavish freedom during the time I’m not serving him,” she added.
“B-but… I don’t understand,” he stuttered.
“Pay close attention, Mike; then you will. I only get to serve and worship Master directly about 24 hours a month, not counting the weekend trips he takes me on four times a year. I serve him indirectly, another 24 to 30 hours a month, on average. So I have considerable time and freedom to pursue my pleasures, conveniences, and balances in life. It’s a beautiful life, actually,” she explained.
“W-what do you mean? I’ve been your live-in, lifestyle sub for almost two months now, following 18 months of our tribute-based relationship. How could I have served and worshiped you with my heart and soul for all this time without knowing anything about your submissive side? I mean, I knew you had other tribute payers like me, and that you a boyfriend. You even mentioned that your boyfriend is an alpha-male a few times. But I thought you were an alpha-female all the way!” he almost pleaded.
She chuckled briefly, and then replied “Not even close, Mike. I was a submissive slave for five years before I even tasted being on the dominant side of the equation.”
“W-who is your master?” Mike asked, in a state of disbelief.
“Master's name is Jamal. He’s 43,” Vickie replied.
“Five years older than you,” he commented flatly.
“Yes, and he’s also been my owner for the past 20 years,” she explained.
“Owner?” he blurted.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Since you were 18 years old?” he asked.
“Yes. Well… almost 18 anyway,” she responded.
“Does he know about me?” he asked cautiously.
She chuckled a little longer this time.
“Of course he knows about you. He knows all about you!” she replied, as though her answer should have been self-evident.
“H-he knows that I’m your submissive cuckold?” he said, with obvious pain.
She laughed.
“Of course he does, silly. He’s my Master. He knows everything about me and any man I spend time with,” she explained.
“I don’t know what to say. Now you’re telling me that you’re a slave too. Why did you wait until now to tell me?” he asked.
She sighed audibly, realizing that he was upset.
“Don’t fret. It’s no big deal. I’ve had live-in, lifestyle submissive cuckolds before you. Three of them, actually,” she explained.
“You have?” he replied.
She smiled deeply, and shook her head as though he was an errant boy.
“Michael, you make it sound like three is a lot. It really isn’t, considering that I’ve had them over a fifteen year period. I’m very good at the selection process and training, thanks to Master; so our submissive cuckolds tend to stay on with us a long time. Think about it; how long were you serving me, when we first discussed the possibility of a non-tribute, live-in arrangement?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe about a year, I’d guess,” he replied.
“Yes, it was near the end of our fifty-fourth week together, actually,” she explained.
So, you’ve had your agenda planned all along?” he asked, in a disrespectful tone.
“Do you have issue with my… agenda???” she asked, with glaringly pierced eyes.
“No my Queen!” he quickly responded.
“That’s better! For a moment there, you seemed to lose respect for me and our arrangement. Please do keep yourself in better check tonight!” she warned.
“Yes, my Queen. But in all fairness, I perceived our arrangement to be something different than what you’re now telling me,” he replied in a cautious tone.
“Michael, you have always been free to leave at any time, including now. If you feel I’ve wronged you, we can end things here and now. No hard feelings,” Vickie said while maintaining eye contact.
Mike sat there and held eye contact for a moment, then looked away with a sad face.
“Well?” she asked.
“I’m fine. I just wish you would have told me all this before I moved in,” he replied softly, not willing to lose his stunning Goddess.
“Why? Would it have changed your decision?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. Maybe not. But coming from our casual tribute arrangement to our live-in lifestyle arrangement was a big step, and I feel that you should have disclosed more about yourself,” he explained.
“Hmm… I see. Tell you what. I think you’d better get undressed and go fetch your black butt plug. Bring the lube too. I want to gauge your true feelings about all this. I probably should have had you kneeling naked before me all this time. Go, and be quick to return!” she instructed.
“Yes, my Queen,” Mike said. He stood up and briskly left the room.
Vickie smiled as she waited, pleased that things were unfolding well so far.
She stood up as she heard him walking back to the living room, less than two minutes later.
“Kneel before me,” she demanded, studying the naked man holding the two items that she had instructed him to fetch.
“Yes, my Queen,” he acquiesced.
She smiled mischievously, noticing that his cock was already half-erect as he knelt before her. She studied him for a few moments more.
“Does the knowledge that my Master knows all about you, humiliate you?” she asked.
“Yes, my Queen,” he admitted.
“How much?” she inquired.
“A lot,” he replied.
“That’s okay. You’ll be fine, I’m sure. Though, it may humiliate you even more to know that your butt-plug training is Master’s idea,” she added.
“What?” he blurted.
“Yes, that’s right,” she responded.
“Wait a minute! Being butt fucked by a guy is not a part of our arrangement!” he blurted.
She laughed.
“First of all, watch your tone with me! Secondly, Master won’t have any interest in fucking the skinny ass of a 53 year old man. Why would he, when he owns four more slaves of my caliber that he can fuck whenever he desires?” she explained.
“What? He owns four more like you?” he asked incredulously.
“That’s right,” she said.
“How does that make you feel?” he asked.
“In all honesty, I’d prefer to have more time with Master. But as I said earlier, I live a beautiful life. My lack of time with Master is really the only imperfection in my life. Aside from that, I spend my time either having orgasms, having quality men serving and worshiping me, dining on quality food, keeping my body and mind fit and beautiful, adding finishing touches to my gorgeous home, or entertaining myself. I have no want for anything. I am healthy, fiscally comfortable, and enjoy the best of all worlds. Any more questions?” she asked firmly.
“No,” he replied.
“Good. Now turn around, bend over, and get on all fours so I can plug you,” she instructed.
“Yes, my Queen,” he replied.
He complied quickly, knowing the position well. She lubed his hole, and worked the large plug up into his asshole. He grunted as she finally pushed the widest part of the plug past his lubricated sphincter muscle. He felt precum begin to flow through his cock as the plug fully filled his asshole.
“No, master has no interest in your skinny ass,” she commented, mission completed.
“I’m not exactly skinny at 6’0” and 170lbs! I’m in pretty good shape,” he rebutted.
“Yes, I can’t say you’re hard on my eyes, especially at age 53. However, compared to Master, you sure are skinny. He’s only an inch taller than you, but outweighs you by 45 pounds,” she explained.
“So he’s bit on the heavy side then?” he asked.
“Ha! Don’t you wish! His waist is the same 34” as yours, and as hard as a washboard. He’s not all brawn though. He’s also brain, and as alpha as a man can be. Trust me; you do not want to get on his bad side. His power runs deep,” she warned.
“You obviously have much respect for him,” he softly concluded.
“Oh… you have no idea how deep my respect runs. I worship the man. He’s a genius with both his mind and body. And what a body! My guess is that you’ll be in awe too when you see it… and his thick, perfectly formed, 9-inch cock. Now stand up and face me!” she instructed.
“Nine inches?” he asked, as he stood.
He automatically wiped the drop of precum off the tip of his cock, and ate it as he had been trained to do. Vickie did not like his cum dripping anywhere!
“Yes, slightly over nine actually, and no comparison to your somewhat thin, seven-incher,” she explained.
“No, I suppose not,” he said softly.
Vickie noticed that he was now almost fully erect, and she smiled. She already felt confident that he would be serving and worshiping on her terms for many years to come, and felt quite gratified. He had already proven his value as a housekeeper, cook, personal servant, and masseuse long before she had promoted him from tribute-based to lifestyle. He had good oral skills, and even worked out with her on a regular basis. Yes, he had good training in his past from prior Dommes, and he had picked up many relevant skills along the way. Additionally, he was healthy and in decent shape. Though a few years older than ideal, he was a keeper.
She also glowed with the knowledge that at age 38, she never looked better. Her diet and exercise routine excelled over 99% of the adult female population. She was truly one in a hundred, and possibly even one in a thousand. Jamal demanded this focus on health and appearance, and never let up in this area even one iota. Her body and exotic face were primarily why she didn’t need to fuck other men more than 3 or 4 times a week. Master demanded $1000 an hour for her escort time, and got it; which is top money in the Chicago market. He kept 90% of it, as well as half the tribute money from her three other male subs at $300 per session. But Mike didn’t need to know all this right now. She and Jamal would feed the details to him in bits and pieces over time and at opportune moments, typically when he was already highly aroused. Yes, he would grow hopelessly addicted to her, if he hadn’t already, she thought.
“How does the plug feel?” she asked.
“Uncomfortable,” he admitted.
“You'll get used to it,” she replied.
Mike was trained to communicate any serious issues to her, so she felt no concern.
“Yes, my Queen,” he responded.
“I have another surprise for you today. A treat, actually. You’re going to learn the true meaning of being a submissive cuckold. Master is on his way here now, to be an integral part of your advanced training. He should be here any moment,” Vickie explained, with a gleam in her mischievous eyes.
Mike felt a rush of anxiety throughout his entire body, as his jaw dropped.
The doorbell rang. Mike's heart skipped a beat.
"Ah, right on time as usual," she commented, looking at the time on her iPhone.
She looked back over at Mike.
"Don't keep Master waiting! Answer the door, Michael!" Vickie instructed.
End of Part 1.
Copyright 2013, by Myker. All rights reserved.
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