On Becoming A Cuckold

By Heather ©

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

Note: Thanks to the very good friend for telling me the modern meaning of a cuckold. You know who you are! And thanks for all the re-writes too.

Please forgive me for using my own name in this story - I think it may be a Freudian slip.

My fucking boyfriend Rick is an asshole. How in the world could he bring that slutty little bitch into our house right in front of me? He doesn’t have a god damn clue how much it hurts me to see her sitting on his lap as he’s feeling her tits up. I know I should be running to the bedroom to cry uncontrollably and pack my bags, but I was frozen in place as I needed to find out just how much he could possibly humiliate me while at the same time profess his love for me.

The girl I had just been introduced to five minutes ago was named Shelly. And while she giggled and teased him by brushing his hands away from her chest, she kept flashing me her disgusting smirks at the power she had over me. She knew as well as I did what she was doing. She was proving to me that as much as she would push him away, it was his choice to keep going back after her, not me. It was obvious that he had prepared her for what to expect of me and that she knew I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop her. That bastard knew I wasn’t go to leave him, and worse yet, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. It would take me a while to catch on, but this was part of that training he had been talking about that he was going to use to correct my behavior. The fucker told me he was going to make me his cuckold, and as much as I hated him for it, I knew now that he was really serious.

It was about three days ago when I first heard the word cuckold from him. He had been on some literary porn site and had been reading all about female cuckolds all night. I saw the paper towels sitting on the floor that meant he had just fisted himself again. I was use to catching him looking at pictures of girls online and whacking off, but I had no idea he had developed a fetish for reading porn stories. It was sort of my fault that I had let it go this far, but he became such a tiger in bed after fantasizing over strange women that I had learned to not only accept it, but liked the side benefits of it. Especially since some of the things he would pick up left me lame for hours.

I decidedly had enough of watching the two of them go at it when Rick told me to get them each a beer. Instead I turned and went to the bedroom. As soon as I got there I felt really dumb when I thought that they could very well end up there as well. I got the laundry and headed for the laundry room in the basement.

I had just reached the basement when I heard them stumbling to the bedroom. My heart felt ill and I started crying quietly. I wanted to hear if the bed started banging around oddly enough. I went through disgusting pictures in my mind over what they were doing now that they were all alone. I decided that if he really liked her enough that I was packing my bags and leaving, despite my love for him.

The thing that really bothered me the most is Shelly. She was a dog as far as I was concerned. And every girl knows that the only thing worse than getting cheated on is when it’s with a dog. It’s tantamount to rubbing salt in an open wound. I knew the only thing she really had to entice Rick with were her tits. They weren’t huge, but they were bigger than mine and he had always told me how he liked variety.

Despite what was going on right over my head at his very moment, I still couldn’t believe that Rick thought he could cuckold me as he had expressed. He had explained that the first step would be to get me use to other men and women being around and in sexual situations. Then he told me he would have to start getting me involved with pleasing the people he brought home. I swore I would never do that because I wasn’t a prostitute. He took great pains to explain to me the subtle differences, even if I were to earn him some money. Fat chance of that coming about.

Actually, I was so ashamed that not more than a few hours ago I had masturbated as I showered thinking about what it would be like to fuck around with another guy… or maybe even a girl. But that was all harmless fantasy and had nothing to do with anyone else.

After whimpering about my situation that was going on upstairs for the last ten minutes, I realized there wasn’t any noise. I figured that Shelly, and probably Rick as well had gone someplace. I crept up the stairs and still heard nothing. I walked past the bedroom door and saw that bitch sitting between my boyfriend’s legs, topless, and leaning her back against his chest.

Rick cried out for me to take a look at her boobies as I scampered away. I basically hid from the two of them until she left and then wanted a major fight with “my guy”. I was steaming when I caught up to him in the living room. As soon as he saw me I started raging at him. He put his finger to his lips and motioned for me to come to him so he could whisper something to me. I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to be quiet, but I fell for it and went to him. As soon as I was within arms reach, he grabbed me, spun me around and pulled me to his lap.

I was still pissed at him and wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. I kept demanding him to let go of me, but he started feeling me up and fingering me through my shorts. I began flailing my arms and legs while trying to get away from him. He wanted to mess around with me and I wanted to cut his prick off. The more I struggled to get away from him, the harder he fought to strip my shorts from me so he could have sex with me.

I was calling him every name in the book and wanted to gouge out his eyes. I told him if he wanted to fuck he should get his ugly bimbo to come back. He was definitely getting off on taunting me and worked to get me into a position that would make my body of some use to him. The last thing in the world I wanted to give him was sex.

Rick was quite a bit bigger than me and a whole lot stronger. After a couple of minutes of him groping at me, I felt my shorts finally getting dragged off me. I reached for them, but I could feel my puss being exposed which meant it was too late. Rick kept telling me throughout that he loved me more than any other girl on the face of the earth, but that conflicted totally with what he had just put me through.

My shorts and panties were at my knees and Rick pulled me back to his lap to grope my tits for a while. I kept slapping his hands away and dragging them back out from under my top. Suddenly I heard his pants unzipping and I was lifted into the air. While he held me in the air with one arm around my waist, he worked his own pants down. I renewed my struggle when I realized what he was going to do and screamed for him to let me go. Instead, I found myself being bent over the ottoman in front of us. Rick laid on top of me and I could feel the shaft of his cock hitting between my legs.

I was being held down by one of his hands in the middle of my back, and I could feel he was positioning his cock to fuck me. The bastard was so close to winning and he knew once he got it in me that I would settle down, at least as long as it took him to fuck me. And then I felt him hit the mark. For the next five minutes I got fucked like crazy, but it came with some very special torment. All the time he was fucking me, he was telling me how awesome it had been feeling up Shelly in front of me. At one point he ran his hands under my top and teased me that she had bigger boobs than mine.

I was working on two levels; on the one hand I was getting a ravaging just like I always loved about Rick, but on the other he was driving me crazy knowing he had been enjoying fucking around with her moments earlier. And now he was rubbing her in my face. I was beginning to realize that it had been a long time since I’d been taken so forcibly like this. I’ve always been the kind of girl that liked rough sex, so now I was in heaven. When I first hooked up with Rick, I was amazed by how he knew just how to handle me. And he had quickly found out that is was abundantly easy to make me have an orgasm when he was ready himself. I’ve always had a very sensitive clit and all he had to do after a couple minutes of fucking me (what we called priming the pump) was to frig my clit as he got off and I’d be joining him in seconds. I really loved that about Rick.

But today was going to be different. When Rick was almost ready to blow his load in me, he asked me just how horny I was. I quickly told him “extremely” having forgotten for the moment what he had done to me. Then he told me he was coming, so when he didn’t slide his hands under me, I grabbed for them. He refused to grab my clit, so out of frustration I shoved my own hands under me. But Rick grabbed me forcefully and yanked my arms straight out from my body. I called him a bastard and told him to finger my clit. I could tell by his grunting and moaning that he was cumming and I wanted to get off in the worse way too. He laughed and told me to wait a minute.

I felt him ram his cock into me the way he would as he was finishing cumming and then he just pulled himself out of me and stood up. I glanced back at him and he told me I could finish now. The bastard was leaving me high and dry on purpose. I wasn’t one of those girls that could just stop and wait until later, so I stayed face down on the ottoman and shoved my right hand under me, and my left hand went back behind and between my legs to finger my pussy. I didn’t find it funny that he stood over me and belittled me for not having cum yet. I was close to my orgasm when he told me that I should be getting use to serving him this way. I tried to muffle my own grunts of joy as I finally twirled my little man into a frenzy until I had a mind blowing climax. I couldn’t believe my orgasm was that good considering how badly he had just sabotaged it.

“You fucking prick! Why did you do that to me?” I was pissed that he had gotten his rocks off on me, and then just walked away before I got mine.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Because you’re my cuckold now.”

I pulled my shorts back up and went back to the basement to sulk. It didn’t help anything, but it was all I had to do. It wasn’t one of those things you called up your girlfriend to talk about. Besides, I don’t think anyone I knew that was even near my age would understand the meaning of a cuckold. Hell, I didn’t understand why a guy that says he loves me so damn much would not only want to cheat on me, but rub it in my face. But now was the time to try to figure it out because I just heard him leave the house.

I skulked up the stairs and jumped online. I did a search for cuckolds that only brought me to a vast number of porn sites. I had no idea of the extent of peoples fascination with a subject I had just learned existed. I refined my search to training cuckolds. Besides a number of erotic stories on cuckolds, there were a few web sites devoted to the training of cuckolds. I noticed one was a visited link by the color of the hyperlink. That meant that Rick had been to this site already and thus could prove highly informative. I hit the link and waited for the site to come up. As it came into view, the first picture pretty much said everything I was feeling. There was a girl on her knees, watching as a guy and a girl went at it on the bed in front of her. The big title of the page read ‘Training your cuckold in seven easy steps’.

I couldn’t fathom that there was a teaching guide for this awful way of torturing a spouse or lover. There was a passage right under the title that made me feel a lot better. It read, ‘In picking your cuckold, you must make certain that there is no greater love in your life, other than the desire to show your new cuckold the wonders of being controlled’. This was a good thing? Someone could actually think that a person could crave being controlled and thus humiliated? They should be in my shoes at the moment. I continued reading the introduction and felt a little better of my warped boyfriends’ intentions. It made several mentions of how the ‘master’ had to feel no greater love for anyone else. The residual sex was supposed to be more for the heightened pleasure of the cuckold than anything. I was still having a very hard time understanding the appeal in all this.

I looked at the seven steps talked about and was horrified at them. I had hit the nail on the head with the humiliation part. They read as;

1) Humiliation of Knowing

2) Submission

3) Humiliation of Watching

4) Acceptance

5) Humiliation of Involvement

6) Control

7) Humiliation - Lusting for it by License

In a way I felt like Rick had just put me through the first three steps, including to submitting to him by letting him fuck me. But then again, I really hadn’t let him do that. I looked through a great deal of the site before I happened upon the letter section where people on both sides would send in feedback. I picked a few of the letters that were supposed to be from cuckolds. I felt that the people writing them were very sick and there seemed to be many more letters from guys than girls. But they all had the same characterizations. They would talk about how hard it had been to accept their new roles, but seeing their mates having so much fun with life was their reward. Several mentioned what stage they were at in their “training” as if they were proud to be progressing. It was odd , I felt, that no one seemed to write before the fourth step - Acceptance. I guess that made sense.

I decided to see where Rick actually thought he was going to be taking me and started to read the breakdowns on the individual steps. Under step one, it spelled out almost in exact detail what Rick had just put me through with Shelly. It even talked about making sure not to start out with embarrassing your mate with someone much better than themselves because of the resentment it would instill in the proposed cuckold. That explained the dog-faced bitch Shelly really well. But I was very put off when it went on to say that the Master should wait to find more pretty/handsome partners until step five. It added that by that time the Master should have all but settled in on one or two people to enjoy their cuckold with on a regular basis.

Step two was also a close hit to what had just gone on. It stated how it was closely related to the first step as well as the third and that the cuckold should be made to submit sexually in between having to catch glimpses of the reality of their new situation and being told what was being done to them. Rewards for behaving as expected were encouraged during these steps.

Rick was such a bastard. He was going through these steps like he had studied them for a final exam in college. I was growing extremely angry at him, but I heard his car hitting the driveway so I downed the computer site and headed back downstairs.

While I waited for him to hunt me down, I decided not to tell him that I had found his secret web site. I wanted a chance to read more of it first. I heard him calling and could tell he was walking through the house looking for me. He finally came down to the laundry room and was holding something behind his back. I guessed it was probably rope or handcuffs by the way he had been treating me.

“I got you something Heather.” And from his back he produced a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of my favorite champagne. I wanted to scratch his fucking eyes out when I realized he was plying me with ‘rewards’ as discussed on the web site. But I really didn’t want him to know what I knew, so I took them from him and bitched a little about how they didn’t make up for what he had just done to me. I told him that cheating on me wasn’t washed away with a couple of makeup gifts.

“Sorry Heather, but I’m not trying to apologize for anything. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. It has to be hard for you learning to be a cuckold. It’s not in your nature.”

It just kept getting worse, except hearing him tell me that he loved me still. That sounded so genuine and believable that my heart wanted to forgive him, but my mind still wanted to kick his ass. “Does this mean it’s over and you’ll never see that bitch again?”

“No, not at all. I just want to make sure you know I’m doing this for both of us, but I also know how extremely hard it has to be for you to give up that control you always try to exert. Now I’m in control. And you will understand how much I love you.”

The next part really caught me off guard. I knew we had been having problems lately, but I had no idea how bad he thought they had grown.

“Heather, it was either this… or I was going to leave. We weren’t having fun anymore and life was getting so fucking stale. I know that making you my legitimate cuckold will put us right back on track. You’ll see, eventually.”

Even as he took my hand to tow me to the extra couch we kept in the open area of the basement, I simply couldn’t digest why he would ever think I would submit to his requests. And, he was going to leave me? I hadn’t a clue that he was that unhappy with our relationship. I had to agree that it had grown very stale, but we never seemed to lose our love for each other.

When he sat me down on the couch, he opened the champagne and we drank the whole thing straight from the bottle. We talked about his wanting to leave and how things had gone so sour, but he refused to talk about this cuckold thing; that is until the bottle was gone. He told me had had bought a second bottle and went to the refrigerator to get it. This time he brought glasses back with him. And by the time he got back tears were streaming down my face that had started when I thought about how close I had come to losing him and never even knew it.

He began trying to comfort me and thought my tears were because of what he had done to me, but I told him he had it all wrong. I told him how bad I felt that he ever wanted to leave me and that I still loved him as much as ever. But I couldn’t refrain from telling him just how much it hurt me to see him with Shelly, and actually pawing at her.

Rick poured us our next drinks and told me that he had warned me of what he was going to do to me. And then he changed that to ‘for me’. I was already catching a buzz, so I had trouble seeing exactly what was for my benefit. Normally seeing your man feeling up a strange girl that’s sitting on his lap is a bad thing, so why did he think it was good? The subject finally turned to the cuckold thing and I immediately just whined, “But I don’t want to be a cuckold.”

“No one does at first sweetie, but that’s what the training is for. You want to make our lives together work don’t you?”

“Yes, but why this way?”

He promised to tell me later. What I didn’t realize was that he meant after he had me properly trained. I knew I would hate myself for it, but I asked him what my training would consist of, if it continued.

“Honey… you have two choices. You can simply agree to the training, or at least tolerate it until it kicks in, or… you might as well leave.”

I started crying at just the thought of leaving him. I tried so hard to figure out why he wanted to do this to me, but I could feel the love he had for me and didn’t care much about anything else.

“And as far as what you can expect? Well, it’s more psychological than anything. You have to change your whole perception of life and how we interact with it. I’m going to show you the thrill of living in such a unique way that you’ll want to tell everyone. But I don’t want you to tell anyone because this is our secret life now.”

He went on, “There will be more visits with other girls so you see how meaningless they are next to you. I’m going to take your love for rough sex and show you a lot of hot times with new ways to use it. And when I think you’re ready, I’m going to brand you with my mark and let another guy sex you up for a change. You‘ll love that part I bet.”

I was totally blown away at how far ahead he had been thinking. And just the thought of screwing another guy seemed so ridiculous, but it did get me a little wet. We were just about to finish off the second bottle when Rick asked me if I was ready for a good fucking. I thought he was joking until he started mentioning possible ways of taking me. After talking about everything from standing me against the wall to tying me over the picnic table in the backyard, I was ready for a good one. Then as if to subject me to salt in my wounds, he told me how much fun it had been for him to force me over the ottoman. That was the wound! The salt came when he said he was going to fuck the hell out of me and tell me what he was going to do to Shelly on her next visit as he did.

I got mad and told him to fuck his fist. Instead, he went into the role I had learned to love so much. He wasn’t going to make love to me, he was ready to ravage me; no matter what it took. I knew by the look in his eyes that he was in his “rough” mode, a mode I really loved. It meant that I would fight to keep him off me, but we both knew he was going to win. He had never hurt me, but I loved the way he refused to let me say no. He had grown to know as well as I did that the fight was almost the better half of the sex. I’d always loved the way he would forcibly strip me and twist me all around. When he would hold me down, especially my arms, I could feel the steam fuming from my pussy.

I started to get off the couch, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around to get me onto my back. Again I felt his hands working feverishly to undo my shorts. I twisted to one side to make it hard for him, but he put me onto my back again and half laid on me to hold me down as he slipped his hands between us to work on my shorts. As I struggled with him, I remembered how Shelly had taunted me by pushing Rick’s hands off her boobs repeatedly because she knew he would go right back for them. She had been trying to show me how much he wanted her. Now it was me that he was proving he was hot for, and it wasn’t just for a quick feel. I was getting very turned on by the feel of his need for me and I could feel that smugness come across my face that he often talked about after the fact. I had him in a bad way, so I knew I was going to get an amazing fuck if I kept him driving hard enough for it.

I guess that I pissed him off when I fought back a little too hard and he flipped me onto my stomach. The next thing I knew he was ripping my shorts down by the waistband and I could feel the air on my bare ass. I tried to push myself up on my arms, but a hand on my back shoved me face first into the cushion. I felt my shorts and panties getting tugged off my feet, and when my legs were freed I squirmed all around. The feel of my bush grinding into the cushions sent me into a sexual heaven.

Then without warning, Rick ripped my top in half and I was slightly conscious that it was one of my most comfortable. The top was still clinging to my arms but in tatters and I was feeling so wildly exposed. I wanted to flip around to see his face, but when I began to wiggle under him, he lifted my top half off the couch and flattened me rather quickly to the couch again. This was the part I loved most and squirmed as hard as I could, slammed my knees together, and wrapped my arms under me to keep his hands from groping my tits. The thrill of him fighting to get just a quick grope of me was mind blowing.

As Rick was gloating over getting me prepared for him, I made one last attempt to get away from his grip. I felt a quick slap across my ass and thought how that was a new thing between us. Then Rick, sounding very out of breath began the assault on me, but not the way I had anticipated.

With my arms pinned, my face twisted to its side and into the cushion, I heard him say, “Now, lets talk about what’s up for Shelly.” All I had to hear was her name and I was pissed at the speed of light. I almost lifted him off the couch, but he was just too strong for me. The next thing I knew he was squeezing one of his knees between my own to pry my legs open. I was swearing at him and calling him everything in the book. As he worked to get my legs spread for himself, unzip his pants, and still control my upper body; I was getting pushed head first into the arm of the couch.

I could tell by his pause that he was working his pants off his legs. He began talking about that bitch coming over on Friday night for a second date and I could feel tears welling in my eyes. He was fighting to fuck me, but talking about wanting to fuck her. Just moments ago I was all set for some fabulous makeup sex, and now that his legs were free, I was being pushed so hard against the couch arm that my body was buckling. I suddenly felt him lifting me over the arm, and pushing me toward the floor. I reached out my arms fearing I was going to hit the floor hard, but he stopped when my crotch was over the arm. I felt him spreading my legs and aiming himself. I couldn’t believe he was going to try fucking me as I was hanging half off the end of the couch. My tits were slowly being freed as my torn top was getting jostled off my body. Their unfettered jiggling was driving me nuts with eroticism.

“What do you think? Would Shelly like getting fucked like this?”

I fought to get away from him. He continued to torment me. “I bet she’d rather be treated like a lady, huh?” Then I felt him push his cock into me in one long push. This was when I would normally calm down and let him have me, but he just had to rub her into my face. “I can’t wait to see how rough she’ll let me get with her. You gonna watch us fucking this time?”

I was screaming for him to shut up, but he was working himself into a steady rhythm that was making me mad at myself because my body was starting to respond to him. He was on his knees fucking me hard and fast just the way he knew I loved it, and it wasn’t long before I realized he had stopped talking about her and was telling me how much he wanted me to accept him fucking other girls. He pointed out to me that the very fucking I was getting now was because of his fucking around on me in the first place. And I started to think of just what was going on with me. Here I was half off the couch, holding myself up on my arms, being forcefully held in place by my hips for the most decisive fucking I had had in some time. I had thought this morning that the ottoman had been good, but actually, if it weren’t for talking about his other bitch, this was the wildest fucking position I’ve ever been taken in.

…Did I just say “his other bitch”?

The champagne was really keeping me from concentrating on anything. I found myself making the deepest moaning sounds as my clit was getting bumped repeatedly into the arm of the couch. I started shuddering as my legs were getting spread wider, and I was beginning an orgasm that wasn’t going to stop until Rick shot his load into me a couple of minutes later. When I felt him unloading into me, it occurred to me that my moaning had turned into outright screaming. As soon as I heard them, I tried calming myself down. I didn’t want him to know just how well he had fucked me. But I was too late. My screams had given me away.

As soon as he released my hips I pulled myself the rest of the way to the floor and felt his cum drooling from my cunt. But his time he didn’t just get dressed as he had earlier. He came to me, pushed me onto my back on the floor, and rubbed my face with his fingers. He leaned over me and kissed my eyelids and cheeks, and nibbled the tip of my nose. His nibbling traced its way to my ear lobes and I was melting away into a dreamy, drunken stupor. He told me that he was going to take me shopping the next day for some sexy clothes and to buy a top to replace the one he had just torn off me. The last thing I remember until I woke late into the night was him saying, “You’re going to make such a wonderful cuckold.”

Okay, so this intro chapter isn’t really as hot for you guys out there as I had hoped it would be, but wait till you see what I’ve set up for myself, I mean Heather… whatever!

Just a little background here. I’m new to writing erotica stories and this is my first public series. I have a guy who is a natural at writing hot stories that helps me in so many ways. When he told me I needed to put myself into my writing, I decided to take him literally for this series. The thing I find works best in a series that I sell to a private collector, is to drag out all those nasty little things that we’re afraid to speak of, and maximize their implications and effects. So I could really use some feedback to know what‘s working, especially from you girls.

If you'd like to read more of my stories, just click on me, Heather.