Have a Weakling Watch

All sorts of serious confusions can arise the first time your bull takes you in front of your husband. Hubby might panic and get hurt. He might start to whine and try to withdraw from arrangements laying a lot of guilt upon you, which is frankly unacceptable. He might think that you are a peep show for him and start to orchestrate something that he is clearly not in charge of. He might try and set new rules when the fucking is firmly between you and your bull. Imagine hubby offering up a packet of sheaths when it's always been the case that bull has taken you bareback! Preparation then is essential and it outs what this event means in all of your heads. This is not a game, it's not a sport, it's not a fun interlude. No, you are not a hotwife floorshow, you are a red blooded woman who has made decision to rearrange relationships within and beyond your marriage. This fuck will redefine your husband, it will humiliate him as he realises how desperately off the mark he is reference ever satisfying you. It is an event that degrades your husband to something much less and it quite probably starts him down the road to a lifelong humility.

So, this really isn't something that you fall into, which you launch upon after more glasses of red wine than you anticipated. You are going to become a bitch, owned by the masculine man and haughtiness personified regarding the defeated one. It is a Rubicon that once crossed is never forgotten. I hope to help you girls through that preparation, referring to my own experiences. Toby is my cuck husband. Leo is my black lover and bull. I know, a black man, but even with all that raging testosterone and natural bedroom authority, I still think that we girls need to orchestrate the preparation. Witnessed fucking can be 'just so' from the off, but think ahead to avoid the pitfalls.

Let's start with fundamentals, what cucking is really about for you. There is no point in pretending that this is a pastime. It's not a stage show for a voyeuristic husband. If he wanted that, then he should have been honest from the start, and you should have made it crystal clear that sex with a better man was never going to be a gym exercise. It was always going to be an emotional, an exultant relationship. You would likely fall in love with a man so well hung after he started fucking you. You would make some stark comparisons and there was the ultimate risk that you might leave your husband as a result. What saves cuck from the lonely trip down the road was whether he was willing to serve you and your bull. You should be clear about that, to yourself, as much as to him. You are elitest. You judge. You desire and you reassign. It is part of your deeper and darker inner female self, to fantasize about humiliating one man whilst going with a better one. This is raw instinct, and if you don't get that, if you confuse that whilst imagining what next, then chaos can reign.

I tested Toby about these things long before I met Leo. I insisted that he buy me a series of really nice clothes items, sexy things, that would get me noticed by more masculine men. The skirts were shorter, the bras supported my breasts to provocative effect and my lingerie beckoned men to the bedroom. I made Toby shop with me for those things, and when the sales assistant smiled shyly and wondered what my husband thought of the items, I casually said, 'they're not for him, I'm seeing someone else.' Of course it humiliated Toby. He went bright red, but I needed to test whether he really accepted that this change was for me and not him. I would wear sexy things, so that the right sort of men touched me, petted me, kissed me, and inevitably, fucked me. I would have all the pleasures of a single woman whilst steering my husband to servitude through the weeks and months ahead.

When Leo started dating me, Toby and I talked some more. It was carefully titrated. Toby was suddenly anxious that I might catch a disease. That was sweet and it was appropriate. Illness isn't sexy. So, I assured him that my bull would only take me to his bed when I judged that we were exclusive. I would only fuck when he had checked out medically and when he accepted that this was something really rather big. I wanted him to eventually own my husband. So, trust was important. Frankness was necessary. I'll never forget Toby's face! There was a look of relief mixed with rank fear written across his features. I'd never before detailed what his life was to become. 'Well, ' I said, 'I don't feel inclined to divorce you, so you will have to become accustomed to being owned instead.' Think about the contrast of that, reassure that Toby wouldn't be dumped, but that he would be deposed and transformed instead!

I told him, 'I don't believe in equality, men aren't equal. You are weak. I want to be with a strong man, because I deserve better than you.'

Leo and I started dating and of course, pretty soon fucking as well. It was blissful! I felt liberated, wicked and wanton. I despised the polite monogamy marriage charade. I would go out on a date and sometimes I would sleep over at Leo's. Toby stayed home and wasn't allowed to call me, but I said he could wank. Wanking was for boys.

Leo was very confident with me and handled me handsomely, out and about on the town and in a bed. I had never dreamt that sex could be that good. Leo taught me that I was perfectly able to climax again and again, screaming and writhing, if a sturdy cock was put to good use. Leo made me a woman. I had been a metaphorical teenager with Toby, a shy and polite violet. Now, I was nearing thirty and getting the fucks of my life! Leo said he was ready to humiliate Toby, doing what he did with me. That was a black guy instinct, a score had to be settled. I said that all white women should submit to black guys, but I wanted something else, before Leo shamed Toby in the bedroom. I wanted Leo to dominate my husband socially first.

That might sound a bit back to front, but there is a sound reason for this. I think women want observed sex to go nice and smoothly. OK it might be sexy if the bull has to thump the husband once or twice, but it's nicer if everything is orchestrated instead. So, its better for the men to meet and for bull and bitch to take cucky out on tow somewhere a few times, before you move to the bedroom. When the men meet you watch their interaction. You watch how the weaker man submits to the stronger one. Its deeply sexy and of course it enables you to assess whether there will be any fuss in the bedroom later. A weakling like Toby does not hold the gaze of a man like Leo, he looks down. He submits with his eyes. He doesn't presume to be gallant around you, he certainly doesn't refer to you as his wife. So he walks behind you. He watches meekly whilst your bull is masculine around you. He speaks when he is spoken to and not before.

Taking cucky away to a black guys' bar is a good way to rip any safety net away from beneath your cuck. This is the black man's world. This is a masculine place, and he has shrunk into boyhood. He has literally regressed, sexually. It's as if his balls clambered back up inside his body! Then it is time to provoke the shame. Start to kiss and then neck with your bull in front of him. Glance at cucky, as your bull rests his hand on your leg and later runs his fingers up beneath your skirt. Tell your bull that you adore him, you adore his dominance. It makes you wet thinking that he will soon enough have complete control of your cuck! Your cucky could run of course. Some do. But take your time, organise the trips out again. He must learn humility before a real man. Only by that route can he ever hope to share in the intimacies of your bedroom.

Toby struggled at first. Of course he did, Leo is very imposing. He's bigger and broader than Toby. Leo could bend him like a toy if he wanted. We would get home after one of those evening out and Toby would gibber, wondering whether he could cope! I said that everything was fine, Leo knew how to rule someone like him. I wanted him owned, I wanted him to capitulate to Leo, it was so fucking hot! Then, and only then, would I let Toby lick my cunt. I would let him lick that which was the focus of so much passion between Leo and I.

'Once Leo owns you, he will probably put you to this often,' I mused stroking his hair. 'He will have you lick me out, and have you lick cock clean from him too.'

That should have freaked Toby, but it didn't. Remember the context. You have just been a siren whore in front of him. He has watched you flirt and neck, grind on exploring fingers, he has smelled your arousal. Everything sexual, including licking cock, is referenced against that obsession, with you and what you do!

I suppose we shared threesome dates for four or five months. We went to places that Leo knew, with his friends. His black brothers and sisters came to know Toby as 'ours'. Toby was the displaced. Toby was the toy. We grew in confidence, humiliating him, testing whether he really was ready to bend to our will and be the humble and attentive companion in our bedroom. I sometimes spat in Toby's face. The rule was, he didn't wipe the spittle away. Leo sometimes felt his groin, openly, as though it was some kind of play dough. To heighten the thrill of that I bought Toby a cock cage, and Leo could feel the caged genitals through the material of the trousers. His cock was nothing. We joked that it required a cock cage scaffold to even maintain a stiffness. Except that it didn't did it? Toby never got a proper erection because the cock cage squished his private parts down.

By the time then that I beckoned Toby up to the master bedroom to meekly witness our fucking, I was very sure that my cuck was malleable. He had even told Leo that he was the boss, to his face. He said that he admired Leo, his masculinity, his style, his physicality. He said that stuff seriously and it was utterly delicious to watch and listen. I wanted to have him kneel and suck cock there and then, but a step at a time.

'Leo wants you to watch, to understand why I will never fuck you ever again,' I said leading the way up the stairs. 'You will have your cage taken off, and you will kneel quietly in the corner. You will wank, whilst we fuck.'

It was said just that way, matter of fact. Then Toby undressed before us and Leo came and took hold of Toby's genitals. He looked him fiercely in the eye and promised to rip them off if there was trouble. Toby begged him, assured him, that there couldn't be trouble. He devoutly admired my bull. So, then I took off the cage, Toby knelt in the corner of the bedroom and Leo started to pet me. There was no urgency in it. He did it casually, as if cucky was just a cobweb in the corner.

'You're wet,' Leo observed, fingering me.

'I want you. I want you so much. You have total charge of him.'

We kissed slowly. This languorous and deeply sensual seduction is only possible when the weakling has been entirely subdued. I stroked Leo's cock, fully three or four times bigger than Toby. My cuck was staring at that phallus. It was so masterful! By now, the agony of comparison hits a cuck husband. The sophistication of the sex, the sheer physicality of it. This, yes this cucky, is why my cunt is so loose when you lick me out. Leo ravishes me. I am quite sure that a cuck hates himself then. He hates his inadequacy and the purpose of the witnessed fuck becomes hugely apparent. This, cuck is to remind you why you have been rejected. This is why she is with me, and not you. You were never ever good enough. Toby masturbated freely that first time and he has done so ever since, whenever we bring him into the bedroom. He is like a puppy that wets itself.

'If you make a mess on the carpet, you will lick it up!' I said that first time. Humiliate. Humiliate him, because that is both what he needs and what puts him irrevocably in his place.

At this point, you might get caught between feelings, You want to abandon yourself to the sheer power lust of this situation. You want to fuck your brains out. But you might also want to humiliate and hurt the also ran. This is basic female instinct. We probably did that, fucking with the clan chief in the neolithic cave! But to do that, you might err towards a noisy performance. You might act beyond that which is blissful and overwhelming already. My advice is to submit to the master cock and where it takes you. Black men have real stamina, so there will be a lot of sex and it will be sustained. All of this will destroy the ego of the also ran who watches you. Every touch and every thrust, will destroy him! Take your first climax as directed by the black phallus. Feel your belly filling with the soupy goodness. You can humiliate in good time. You can despise the pathetic squirts that cucky managed, at any time that evening.

Leo likes to involve Toby periodically. A naked and skinny man, shivering and gawping in the corner looks pathetic. So he beckons the cuck forward and your bull might too. Come and smell the freshly filled cunt. Make use of the senses. Open your oozing slit open so that the cuck can see and benefit from the waft of lustful heat created as you copulated. You smell fucked. You smell satisfied. Have cuck open his mouth and breath it all in. Then have him lick cunt delicately, ensuring that he doesn't arouse your quivering bud.

Talk dirty as you direct him.

'Now do you see... you were never enough. My cunt has been made to fit Leo. That is what black men do.'

Demand that he answer your questions or remarks.

'Well?'

'I can't do that... I can't give you what Leo gives you.'

'Of course not. You're white, aren't you!'

Then back to the corner cuck goes. He will crave a beckoning. He will crave being in close. Later, weeks later, when I was utterly confident that Toby was to heel, I had him lie beneath me as Leo took me from behind above him. Hefty balls swinging, the rhythmic slup, slup, slup of conquest. Poor Toby's cock exploded with his climax, jolting like a plant that had been caught in a wind devil.

A question arises about dessert. In most erotic literature the cuck is put to licking you out afterwards, and, if he is entirely subdued and practised, to licking and sucking cock too. There is something unravelling for the cuck mind about tasting fresh cum oozing out of you. Minutes ago that was inside another man's body. That was part of him and now it will fill your mouth too. It is deeply humbling to lick it all up and swallow whilst the bitch watches you. But that first time, perhaps for some other times afterwards, watching you fuck so hard, so greedily, will have so unnerved the poor cuck that he's quite unable to submit again. He needs to run away and hide, whilst contemplating the immensity of proper sex between two elite human beings. It can be utterly overwhelming. If he looks frazzled, totally overwhelmed, then let him go. You can find him later and demand your toileting dues. There will come later times when he is more than eager to lick you both clean, his face lit with the gratitude of humble involvement.

No one talks about the ending do they. But there does come a time when the cuck is summarily dismissed,

'Now fuck off'.

It needs to be brusque, like that. He has been a plaything, a cunny douche. He has been there as a tool for elite fucking.

'Go and make dinner', 'go text your mother about us keeping you on', there are variants on a theme!

You'll talk about him when he has gone. You've laugh at him, his weakness and shame. But that is sexy too. Enjoy that moment as well, because a cuck is worth keeping because of the augmenting pleasures. He heightens your pleasure through his defeat and shame. He is the contrast to alpha sex. He is the other side of the rail track, the shabby end of town. It is like that, and so it should be!