On Becoming A Cuckold

By Heather ©

Chapter 2

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.

It appeared that Rick was going to be keeping his word. While we ate at the breakfast table, he told me to dress a little slutty because he was taking me shopping for some new clothes. I asked him why ‘slutty’ and he told me he wanted to be able to ask for some help by pointing to me. Since he had never gone clothes shopping with me, I had no idea what he was thinking, or how he thought girls found clothes. But I was just happy that the talk wasn’t about training me and was delighted to be getting new clothes.

I guess Rick had enough of demeaning me the day before, because all morning long he was coming up behind me for a quick grope, to kiss my neck, or just to whisper something sweet into my ear. But I got a lot of mixed messages when he came behind me at the kitchen table, bent me over it, and asked me if I was ready for a really wild fucking right there. After I shrugged my shoulders, my version of a subtle yes, he laughed and said “maybe later.” But before he let me go he lifted my skirt and felt my ass. He playfully slapped my cheek and told me to put on a thong before we left. I thought he was trying to make me a little sexier for him, but it was really for a different person altogether. Several times during our shopping spree he would toss my skirt into the air to give the clerks a quick shot of my nearly bare ass.

We started out at the mall and Rick bought me several sexy pieces of clothing which when combined properly made several pretty hot outfits. I was proud that he was finally taking an interest in the way I dressed even if it was only in sexy clothes. I figured it was better than him being a prude. He even bought me a late lunch at a pretty fancy place and was really making me feel like a million bucks. The past few days had all but escaped my mind, until we were almost done eating.

“How’s my little girl doing? I’m guessing you like the way I treat my girl when she’s been good?”

I knew it was a loaded question but took the opportunity to tell him it was great being treated so well. I asked him if I could expect it to stay that way.

“For the most part, but as a new cuckold, you’ll soon learn that the way I treat you is directly related to the way you treat me.”

He just had to throw that word up to me and Shelly came rushing back to my mind. I asked him what he expected me to act like after the things he had done just the day before. Rick said that for starters that I should learn to be happy for him when he got a strange piece of ass on the side. I wanted to stab him with my fork. He went on to tell me that as my training progressed that the more I accepted what he was teaching me, the more he would reward me.

I repeated to him that I couldn’t just sit around and watch him as he fucked around with other women, let alone feeling happy for him. But his smug look was telling me that he figured enough training would get me to change my mind.

“You know, every girl I even talk to knows right off that you are my first love and that anything we do will never be quite as good as it is between us. Besides, do you really think that any other girl would love me enough to be my cuckold?”

“I’m not your fucking cuckold and I never will be.”

That’s when he finally revealed to me what I had read on the website about the seven steps to successfully training a cuckold. He didn’t tell me what the two first steps had been, but only that I had been introduced to them. I listened as he so matter-of-factly explained that he was getting me use to them even as we sat there in the booth. When he implied that I had already begun to submit to him, I denied it. But he pointed out that every time I stopped fighting him as he had sex with me the day before, I had been learning to set aside my jealousy and submitting to his fucking me. And he added, under some strange positioning and circumstances at that.

I dove into my own mind and realized he was right to some extent. I wondered just how in depth those instructions had been. I hated asking him, but I really needed to know what he planned next for me, so I very sheepishly asked for an explanation.

“Just what do you have planned next for me then?”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“You know, what’s… the next step?”

“Well it’s a combination of the first four steps really. You’ll be getting your first taste of learning to accept that which you cannot change. And there’ll be a lot of step three in there. That step is teaching you that it’s your place to watch whenever I want you too. You see, half the reason other girls will want to be with me is that they just can’t believe you will stand by and watch me having fun with them. I guess it’s the fun of… sort of a female emasculation. You know, ‘he may be your man, but he’s fucking me now’ kinda thing.” And then he let me in on what was planned for later. “If all goes right, our next stop will be a huge help in initiating you to step four.”

I suddenly became frozen with the fear of the ‘next stop’. I begged him to stop trying to train me but in the same breath asked him for more details. The one thing he hadn’t revealed to me yet was that four of the seven steps had included humiliation in the title - my humiliation. I even tried bargaining with him to leave me out of it. I told him he could fuck other girls, just as long as I didn’t have to be there or know about it.

All he said to that generously, worldly offer was, “That wouldn’t make you a very good cuckold. I‘m not going to hide anything from you, you‘re my girl.”

After all that, when we left the mall parking lot I feared whatever place might be waiting at Rick’s next stop. I had all kinds of frighteningly embarrassing thoughts running through my head. Those thoughts instantly grew worse when we pulled into a parking ot of a warehouse/outlet strip mall.

Rick opened my door for me and just about had to drag me from the car. He walked me by my arm to a door that simply said “Kelly’s” on the door. Inside was sort of a little boutique that had clothes and what seemed at first glance to be half a sex shop. Rick knew the girl and introduced me to her as Kelly, the owner.

“Nice… nice. So, this is the girl you’re training? Heather is it? She has that look that says, ‘I’m going to defy you no matter how good it feels‘. I like that in an honest cuckold.”

I was appalled that Rick had told her what he was doing to me, and the fact that he even knew her. I wanted to die of embarrassment right there on the spot. That’s when I noticed she was slowly circling me. She finally stopped in front of me and said, “I have just the right stuff for her.”

I was too afraid to ask what stuff she might be referring to, so I felt it best to keep my mouth shut. Luckily when she returned from the back room, all she had were clothes for me to try on. Unfortunately as I tried on the clothes, each time I came out to show them to Rick, some new gadget or device was sitting on the counter. The only one I could make out was a set of leather cuffs lashed to a couple of attached ropes. And I had to come to grips with my own sexuality as some of the clothes were obviously quite revealing.

I was becoming very embarrassed walking in front of the store clerk because she was rather pretty. And she seemed to be going out of her way to flirt with Rick while I was changing. That, coupled with the fact that she knew he was training me made for a very humiliating time. My only saving moments were trying on the skimpy clothing so I could be alone and out of site. I wasn’t so worried about the clerk because I figured as owner of the store that she had probably seen a lot worse.

The truth of the matter was that after a day of Rick helping me shop for new clothes and buying them all without a single gripe over their price, I was so able to overlook the things he had done with Shelly in front of me. I even had a glancing thought that maybe becoming his cuckold had a side to it I had been too shortsighted to see. All morning I had been treated like a princess; and even better than when we first moved in together. And I certainly wasn’t left wanting after those two special fucks I got from Rick. Well that’s not entirely true. I did get left on the ottoman before I had finished, but it had been so surreal having Rick watching me struggle to finger myself in such a hurry to finish myself off. I’d only casually let him see me finger myself on a couple of occasions in the past. It always seemed so demeaning to have to play with myself with a perfectly hot guy right there. But if the truth be told, I loved to masturbate. I’d always thought I could keep up to fourteen year old boys in that area.

Then after I had changed back into my street clothes, it was right back to my training. Rick was in a tongue lock with Kelly when I came out of the dressing room the last time. He had been so nice all day to me, and then he had to do this right in front of me. And it was clear he considered it part of my training because he didn’t miss a beat when it was obvious I was watching them. I felt like a stood-up school girl as I stood there waiting for them to break away from their kiss. I didn’t have a clue what either if them expected me to say or do. I had become a whipped puppy.

“Very nice Rick. You really do have a wonderful cuckold. I was certain that she was going to scratch my eyes out.” In a way I was glad that I had kept my temper in check to keep from playing into their hands. But it was so hard since Kelly had it all over me. It was a lot harder than with Shelly because Shelly was clearly a dog next to me. Now I was considering myself the dog next to this girl. My self-esteem was plummeting until Rick pulled from her arms, came over to wrap his arms around me, and said to Kelly, “You see how fabulous of a girl I have? You could never hold a light to her.”

I should have seen that statement for what it was, but in front of a girl I even considered very hot, I fell for the treatment. I could feel myself blushing as he went on about how much he loved me for allowing him to train me. I wanted to butt in and tell them both that I had never agreed to the training, it was just working out to appear that way for the moment.

Kelly walked over to us and asked, “Are you sure the training is working?” and proceeded to lay a kiss on him even as he continued to hold me in his arms. Their locked lips and tongues were only inches in front of my eyes; I was cringing again. Then when Rick pulled away he told Kelly that I really must be biting my tongue, because I had to understand how well she could kiss. That turned into the most embarrassment so far when he told me to kiss her to see just how good she was at it. I did get pissed at that and tried to break free from his hold on me.

Kelly smiled and told me that she could show me her talents later, along with everything else. While she went to ring everything up and bag the clothes, I wondered what she meant by later. But once again I seemed to be standing there befuddled over all the new input I was getting. Even when I saw several of the extra items from the counter getting put into the bag I couldn’t quite put it together that they might be getting purchased for me. Rick reached for the two bags and turned to hold the back of my head as he frenched me once really passionately in front of her. Her huge smile bothered me greatly, but it was so nice to hear Rick proclaim that kissing me was at least twice as good as it had been with her.

I didn’t have much to say on the way home whenever Rick tried to get me to answer how I was feeling about seeing him locked into Kelly. But when we got home he gave me the really bad news of the day. We made out a little in the kitchen and he said the nicest things to me. But then he told me that I was in for a major training session tonight and wanted to know if I thought I was ready for it. He told me he was going to get laid with a strange piece of meat tonight. If it weren’t for the seriousness in his voice, I wouldn’t have believed him.

I knew he was going to go into something else and waited for the other shoe to drop. The shoe didn’t drop nearly as much as it kicked me in the stomach.

“I want this to be as easy for you as possible Heather, so I’m going to let you pick which girl I ask to come over, Shelly or Kelly?”

The fucker was actually standing there eyeing me and waiting for an answer. I couldn’t fathom the gall it took to expect me to not only put up with his infidelity, but that I was suppose to choose which girl he got to fuck. I started swearing at him and telling him how much of a bastard he was becoming to me. I stomped around the house with him close in tow, all the time pestering me for my choice. When in the bedroom I started crying and asking him how he could do this to me, he sat next to me on the bed.

Rick grabbed onto me and I tried to push him away. I certainly didn’t want him touching me and continued crying. He wrestled me onto my back on the bed, held me tight as he laid over me to look directly in my eyes, and started telling me how everything was okay and was to be expected at this point in my training. I lost it on the word ‘training’ and sobbed like crazy. He kissed my face and neck as if I weren’t even crying, telling me all the time that I would come to love being his cuckold. He told me over and over that I had nothing to worry about because he loved me more than ever now that I was letting him train me.

“You bastard, I’m not letting you train me.”

He smiled and told me, “Yes, you are. You love me enough so that you haven’t left yet, and you know you can believe me when I tell you how you’re everything to me. You’re just scared and a little… embarrassed. Being my cuckold is all so new to you.”

I cried continuously while he went on and on about how I had been letting him train me and how well I was coming along. I felt sick with my behavior when I caught myself trying to hear his ‘compliments’ between my sobs. He finally got me quieted down despite tears still rolling from my eyes. He kissed my eyelids ever so softly as he asked, “Who do you want it to be, Shelly… or Kelly. Shelly isn’t nearly as pretty as you

but sort of skankish. Kelly is rather pretty, still not as much as you, but she knows the ropes really well and would probably be a lot nicer to you.”

I was taking big sniffs wanting this to all go away, but he was holding me tight and still kissing my closed eyelids and cheeks. He quietly kept whispering for me to make a choice to help him decide which I would find less offensive. I guess I could have said that I simply didn’t want either of them, but as I thought about which one of the two girls might be foisted upon me I gave it serious thought. Rick was right about Shelly being a skank, and I knew she would really rub it in just as she had yesterday as he felt her up. I couldn’t imagine the things she might say if she actually got to fuck him. Kelly was a lot more threatening because of her good looks, but there was the factor that she knew what was going on so very well and seemed to have a lot of knowledge about what I was going through at the store. Even as she had kissed Rick just inches from my face she seemed to be aware of my fragility. I couldn’t believe I was actually contemplating telling Rick that I had a choice over who he should get to fuck.

It must have been obvious to Rick that I had made a choice because he asked, “Shelly?” I shook my head slowly. “Kelly then?” This time I nodded and waited for the world to end while biting my bottom lip.

Rick stayed lying on top of me and kissing my face. But now he was cooing his love for me at having made a choice. He kept emphasizing how proud he was of me to accept my training, which made me wince when I knew he was right. He began feeling me up and I was getting very aroused as he rubbed the palm of his hand over my vulva roughly. I opened my eyes to look at his and I could really see the love he had for me.

He said he wanted to make mad passionate love to me and I started feeling really good about the situation, until he added, “but I can’t until after I tap Kelly. But then we’ll have something to talk about while a ravage the hell out of you.”

Again he had impeccable timing when it came to dashing my hopes.

Rick had to go help a friend do something and I had a couple of hours at home alone. I had nothing to do but think about him fucking that bitch Kelly tonight. I couldn’t get the thought of his cock being in her, hard for her, and then cumming in her out of my mind. What I think was really bothering me the most was whenever I merely thought of the word ‘training’, I was finding myself getting wet. I pictured him forcing me to sit in a chair at the bottom of the bed as he fucked the hell out of her and then when he’s finished, telling me how well my training was going. Why was I getting so hot and bothered by that damn word? I didn’t want to be trained. I didn’t need to be trained. I wasn’t a fucking dog, yet I had just picked Kelly to be the one he fucked tonight.

By the time Rick had come home I was thoroughly mixed up over my feelings and when he laid into me with a huge kiss and feel, I was even more bothered. He went to the bedroom to shower and change and I heard him call out for me to come to him. When I got there he tapped the bed next to him and I sat down.

“I’m so fucking proud of my girl. You’re really becoming the best cuckold a guy could ever want.” I looked to the floor feeling really ashamed of that fact. “And now I come in here to see this. I love you so much. I’m going to have to find a very special way to fuck your brains out tonight for behaving so well.”

I asked him what he meant and he pulled the covers back on the bed.

“You changed the sheets? And a scented candle on each night stand?”

I knew I had to respond to knock some of the glibness from his voice. “Well, you can be so dense sometimes. She’s not going to want to smell me on the sheets… and every girl loves scented candles in the background.” I didn’t know if I felt more ashamed at having prepared the room for my boyfriend to fuck another girl, or getting caught doing it. The latter gave a pretty strong hint that that damn training word that kept coming up was having it’s effect.

At least Rick was nice after the sheet incident and didn’t brag about me giving in and telling him my choice as to whom would get to humiliate me by sleeping with my boyfriend right under my nose. He told me that she would be coming by at eight o’clock and left it at that. I was so nervous knowing that she was coming and couldn’t figure out what I was going to do when she came. I really didn’t want to hang out in the laundry room all that time. I thought about just going for a long walk, but something told me not to leave them totally alone. If Rick hadn’t have been so nice to me all day it would make things easier to just leave him, but he kept reminding me of how much I loved him. I thought a lot about just how often he would want to put me through this hell if I went along with it this time.

When Rick told me he was skipping out for some beer, I decided to go online and check out that website he was learning so much from. As soon as I got in I looked at everything very quickly to remind myself of what I had read before. Then I decided that since I had gone through some of the steps myself that I wanted to read some of the letters from those that had been turned into cuckolds already. The recurring theme seemed to be that once they learned to accept their position, it didn’t seem to bother them nearly as much to see their loved ones enjoying themselves. Several of the girls talked about how they had actually learned to crave the humiliation they were going through because it meant that their respective lovers would show their gratitude shortly there after; and the greater the embarrassment, the better the sex seemed to be.

I didn’t dare read any of the letters indicating that they were above step five because I really didn’t want to know exactly what I might be in for down the road. I still had high hopes that Rick would end all of this and just realize what he had with me alone. I went from the letters to the steps and the breakdowns on them. Rick had mentioned how I was up to step four, so I read all the particulars on them. I noticed that right before all the step breakdowns was a reminder to the Masters that every step had to be constantly revisited to keep their cuckolds in their submissive roles.

I felt almost like I had written some of these things when I related so well with what was stated. I knew very well the humiliation of knowing that he was training me as in step one. As he had pointed out that every time I took a gift, a kind word, or participated in letting him fuck me, I was submitting to him as in step two. So far step three had been pretty tame by watching him grope at Shelly, but I knew it would be far worse if I gave him a chance to do anything in front of me tonight.

Step four was acceptance. I had little doubt that I would ever accept what he was doing to me. I didn’t know how he planned on getting me to just sit back and let him fuck around on me. But then I remembered how I had offered to let him do stuff on the side as long as I didn’t have to see it. I groaned when I thought that in a way I had already told him I would accept, or at least tolerate him screwing around on me.

I went back to the letters then and decided to read it from the other side of the road. I read three of the shorter letters from ‘Masters”. They also seemed to have a familiar theme to each other. They all talked about how terrific their sex lives had become. And they seemed to agree that it started immediately after deciding on taking their mates as cuckolds. But the one thing that really hit home was the one guy that had just finished training his wife as his cuckold. He had just taken a mistress as a long term humiliation to his wife and explained how his wife couldn’t wait to get laid by him after he had done her. It seemed that their sex life had improved drastically since her training began. I had to wonder if the last two wild sex sessions I had with Rick were just those kinds of sessions, or were they indicative of the future.

I expected Rick to come back at any minute and went back to the kitchen. When he did get back I somewhat shyly asked him how he had liked fucking me both times the day before. He smiled and I realized I had given too much of myself away. Then he told me how it had been the best fucking he had in quite a while. He came over to me, kissed me passionately on my neck, and said, “I forgot to thank you, didn’t I?”

The phone rang and I jumped. I was so edgy and nervous over what they were going to do tonight, so I finally broke down and asked him what he was going to do tonight as soon as he hung up. He told me that he was going to fuck Kelly like I had asked him too. I reminded him that I didn’t ask him to fuck her, but she was the lesser of the two evils I had to pick from. I told him to let me know when she showed up because I was going to go for a long walk. I had already decided not to leave the house, but I at least wanted him to know how I felt.

“Sorry honey, but no you’re not. You have to be trained to feel good for me when I get laid. Tonight you have to watch.”

I told him I couldn’t possibly watch him sticking his dick into another girl. I didn’t see what that held for me. Rick told me that it would if I considered how happy it would be making him. He reached under the island cabinet and took out the second bag of stuff from the sex shop we had met Kelly at earlier. I hadn’t seen everything that had gone into it, but what he pulled out were two separate devices that turned out to be the same thing. He played with them in front of me until I got closer to see what they were and gasped. They were leather cuffs that fastened with velcro and had two long straps that connected to the middle of the cuffs. The straps also had velcro on them.

“You like them?”

“What are they for?”

“They’re to help you. They’ll make it easier for you to watch me having fun. Don’t worry, you’ll get use to them quickly enough.”

I didn’t have a clue what he intended to do with them, but he wasn’t about to put them on me, no matter what. I turned to leave the room instead of auguring with him and I heard him tell me to get dressed for tonight. I stopped, turned towards him, and asked him what he meant. I didn’t need to get dressed, it wasn’t me getting laid tonight. He slammed his hand on the table, told me to shut up, and to put on one of my new outfits he had just bought me. Rick had never laid a hand on me, and rarely even got mad, so raising his voice like he was scared me.

To keep him appeased, I decided to put something on just to put him back in a good mood again. I went to look through the bag of stuff from the sex shop, felt them all too revealing, and checked the bags from the mall instead. I chose a button down halter and a skirt. They were skimpy, but everything he had bought me was like that. And I can’t explain why, but I dug out a thong to wear under the skirt. I saw that Kelly was due in a half hour and decided to take a shower.

I was just about finished getting dressed when I saw the bed still turned down from when Rick had discovered the clean sheets I had put on. I stopped in my tracks and wondered just what I was doing. I had changed the bed, I just took a shower and changed into sexy clothes, and I kept looking at the clock. It looked, even to me, that I was getting ready for a date. But I didn’t have long to think about that because I heard Rick coming down the hall and he was obviously talking to Kelly. I turned away from the door and thought how this was going to look to her, and wanted to die.

Kelly remarked on seeing me, “Well, hello little girl. You’re looking very hot tonight.”

Rick seconded the motion. He had his arm around her waist when I turned to face them and I couldn’t help but show my sadness. Kelly held the restraints that Rick had shown me earlier in her hand, but gave them to Rick to hold. She came over to me, grabbed my jaw in her hand and forced my face towards hers. She put her other hand on the back of my head and forced a kiss on me. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t going to stop until I kissed back. As soon as I did, she let me go and I told them I was leaving. Rick grabbed my arm and told me to sit in the chair that faced our bed. I swore at him and told him there was no way I was going to stay and watch them fuck.

He didn’t move for a moment; he just watched my face making me very uncomfortable. I felt his arms going around me and he was giving me a hug. I wanted him to know how much I loved him and held on tight hoping he would send her away. But he wasn‘t just hugging me, he was passing the cuff sets in his hands to Kelly as he

grabbed my wrists. Rick twisted them up until they were behind my head and Kelly started putting one of the cuffs on my wrist. I started struggling against him, but between the two of them, the cuffs were on my wrists in seconds. I bitched at them to no end and I felt Kelly start kissing the back of my neck. I tried twisting my head away from her grip as Rick went to my ankles and fastened the other set of cuffs on them.

Neither my hands nor ankles could move more than a few inches apart from each other and I demanded to be released. I threatened to scream and Kelly warned me that I really didn’t want to do that now. She gave me one last thing to think about before I decided to listen. She warned me that if I opened my mouth once, that I would have her panties stuffed in my mouth and taped there.

Rick was smiling when I looked his way and was pulling the covers of the bed to the foot. I was trying to make sense of what they were going to do to me as Kelly began pulling me towards the side of the bed. I starting pleading in a very restrained voice for Rick to help me, but Kelly tripped me to the bed. In a split second she was on top of me and fastening the straps from my wrist cuffs around the bed post. I was really getting scared and Kelly must have taken pity on me. She leaned over and nibbled on my ear lobe, then whispered in my ear.

“Calm down sweetie. We’re not going to hurt you. For the most part, we aren’t even going to touch you.”

Rick spoke up and added, “Look it babe. I told you that you had to watch, but you didn’t sit in the chair so you’re going to have to be a little closer. It’ll be fun.”

Kelly came back with, “You’re going to have to learn to enjoy seeing your man being taken care of, and maybe even help out a little down the road. You’re at that point in your training where you really have to learn that Rick is the boss, and if you want his love and attention, you’re going to have to learn your role as his cuckold. Can’t you just be happy for him?”

I struggled to get free of the cuffs, but when I accidentally kicked Kelly in the side, she tethered my feet to the bottom post with the straps on my ankle cuffs. I was stretched out on the right side of the bed with my mind racing. I watched Rick go up to Kelly and he began kissing her. I couldn’t believe he was going to take her right there in front of my eyes. I watched as he pulled her top right over her head as if he’d done it a dozen times. He went around her back, unfastened her bra and she slid it off. As much as I didn’t want to look, I knew I had to see her tits to know how my competition stacked up. And it didn’t look good for me. She had a magnificent pair of tits that had that perfect little droop that Rick loved. I had the same droop, but my overall size was smaller. Her nipples were hard and also larger than mine. When Rick ran his hands around to her belly, she lifted his fingers right to her nipples. They both looked directly at me as he rubbed her boobs and twisted at her nipples.

Kelly would say something every few minutes as my boyfriend felt her up about how good his hands felt on her body. I watched as he slowly stripped off her skirt and saw just as perfect legs. But instead of him taking off her panties, she came and stood right next to my head. I turned away but she snapped my ear with her fingers and demanded I look at what her man was going to get. When I turned back to see her, she hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and pushed them off her hips and over her legs. When she stood back up I saw she had very short pubic hair, as if she had shaven a few weeks ago. She brought her pussy within a foot of my eyes and scratched at her fur a little. I guess she had as much fun as she could showing herself off to me, because she went back to Rick and proceeded to help him out of his clothes.

I kept closing my eyes whenever her hands were on him and when he was nude along with her, they both came over to me. I was biting my bottom lip out of fear. I tried to believe Kelly when she said I wasn’t going to get touched, because about the most awful thing I could think of happening at the moment would be for her to attack me. I had messed around a little with a couple of girlfriends when I was a kid, but that was then and I had grown out of my teenage lesbian desires.

“Well, what do you think? She doesn’t look very comfortable to me.” Rick had something in mind and I didn’t believe it had anything to do with my comfort. “Let’s make her a little more comfortable before we get started.”

Kelly agreed. “All those clothes do look rather restricting. Plus, I want to watch her twist and turn while we make love.”

With that, Kelly started unbuttoning my halter top and pushed it to the side. My black bra fastened in the front which made it easy for her to pop the snap and push the cups to the side. She ogled my chest and it felt so weird having a girl purposely checking me out as my tits were spilling around my chest. If there were a word equal to emasculation that applies to women, she would be defining it at this moment. She reached over me and lightly rubbed my nipples in the palm of her hands, and as she pulled them away, twisted my nipples once to make them hard.

Rick told me how beautiful I looked and started yanking my skirt off my hips. I twisted and slammed my legs together in a futile attempt to hold onto my thong, but the string snapped from my crack despite my best efforts. I felt so exposed when Kelly told him how cute my pussy looked. She mentioned how a lot of men liked to shave their cuckolds bald. Kelly told him how most guys she had helped train cuckolds liked the little girl look and found it a fastening way to keep their girls feeling very young and vulnerable by snatching their womanly hair away from them.

When Rick wet his middle finger and began sliding it up through my slit, I twisted to the opposite side to turn away from him. I received a painful slap on my ass and immediately laid on my back again.

Kelly leaned over me and asked me if I liked girls. I shook my head quickly and hoped she would stop there. The girl was cute and I was sure she could get any guy she wanted, but just feeling her nipples grazing the side of my own boob had me feeling like the new girl in a woman’s prison.

And then it began. All the humiliation that the website had talked about was put into play. I found out why I was tied like I was and stripped. This position had put me as close as I could possibly get to my boyfriend as he fucked Kelly. I watched as they laid down on the bed beside me and started making out. I closed my eyes most of the time, but I felt every little movement, heard every slight moan, and could even smell the scent of each of them. The hotter they got for each other, the more they talked like teenagers in love. It bothered me greatly that at one point they started talking about me as if I wasn’t there. They had placed me right beside them as a voyeur but talked as if they were cheating on me and worried that I might find out.

Their words seemed so practiced, yet unrehearsed. They were obviously intended to get my goat, make me feel great jealousy, and even to break me down with pure hurt. Every little sound Kelly made bore through me. And I could tell she was purposely moving her legs into mine, or allowing them to lie on top of me. I tried so hard to look away, but when I saw Rick working his way in between her legs, I watched in total disgust. She taunted me by spreading her legs and resting her right knee against my leg as if I wouldn’t mind helping to hold her leg up. When I made a sound of disapproval, it got worse verbally.

“Don’t worry Kelly. It won’t be long before my cuckold will be offering to hold your legs over your head for me while I knock the bottom out of you. She’s going to be such a big help.”

Kelly replied with, “I can’t wait for her to be fully trained. Have you told her yet that this isn’t the first time you fucked me?”

I was so pissed and waited for a denial from Rick, but none came. Instead he explained it in sort of a third person way. “I already told her I had decided to make her my cuckold. After that I didn’t need to tell her something like that; she should expect that I was going to look for a steady mistress.”

“Does that mean I’m going to be the one?”

“I don’t know. I was thinking that after I consider her trained that I’d offer to let her find my full time mistress. After all, she’s the one that’s going to be sucking my dick after it’s been in the other girl’s cunt. I bet she’d like to taste you though.”

“What do you think, does she like girls? Or at least can you train her to like girls? I would love to have a playmate when you’re not around. It might even be nice to make her join us.”

All the while they were taunting and teasing me, Rick was steadily fucking her in perfect time. I was hearing noises that I’d never heard when we made love. Like the sound of their bodies slapping together, the squishing noises and the sound of fluids slopping between them. Kelly was verbalizing every thrill and feeling my boyfriend was giving her. And when they got their rhythm together and she was getting wild on him, she lifted her legs up and back as far as she could get them. Every girl knows this gives the guy the optimal angle for getting into her as deep as possible. She kept hitting my face and shoulder with her toes until Rick pushed her toes into my neck and ordered me to hold them there. Without thinking, I bent my head down to hold her toes into the side of my neck. I felt every lunge my boyfriend took into her as her foot kicked into me.

I had a perfect view of her leg right down to where my boyfriend’s prick was penetrating her. I hated myself, but it was like the strangest porn film I’d ever seen. For some reason I’ll never know, I was struggling to hold her toes into the crook of my neck, and looking right down the smoothness of her leg to see Rick enjoying her pocket of delight. Watching him thrusting into her and hearing her quiet breaths just a foot from my ear was making it really rough to hate them as much as I wanted. I was finding the scent of another girl thrust into my face intoxicating. And damn if I wasn’t responding to this sexual atmosphere myself. I could tell I was beginning to get pretty wet when I realized I had crossed that step I had swore Rick wouldn’t be able to bridge. I was at step five right now by feeling the humility of actually being involved by holding Kelly’s leg back for her. And worse, I was watching Rick fucking her pussy just a couple of feet from my face, and not absolutely hating it.

I could tell Rick was really enjoying the feel of her tightness on his cock and when he looked at me he must have seen that he was making progress in my training. Somehow he knew I was wet and reached his hand over to push it’s way between my legs to cop a deep feel of me. With his hand prying me apart just enough to slide his fingers through my pussy, I could feel I was sopping wet. He gloated to Kelly over his success in my training and wiped his hand off on her chest. I could smell the strong scent of my own juices wafting to my nose.

Kelly was telling us that she was going to get off, and to me, “God girl, I love your man. He’s such an excellent fuck. And you’re such a fine bitch yourself.” Between her heavy breathing and momentary pauses waiting for her climax, “I can’t wait until he turns you over to me. You’re so sweet to help hold me for him.” And then she and Rick started moaning and groaning as they both increased their thrusting at each other. I watched as he slammed his cock into her over and over, speeding up as he went. The bed was jolting me in the same rhythm as they were in. She was begging for more of his cock and he slapped her even harder with it. Then he said he was cumming and pushed deep into her. It seemed like such a hidden ritual that I was glad when he withdrew and I got to see him hit her bottom with a couple of spurts of his cum. One long stream fell over her short-haired mons and I was sick with myself when I felt pleasure in knowing that he got off on her. I was almost as happy for her that she had received my guy’s great fucking as I was for him that he got to fuck such a tight and hot looking pussy. I knew he had a very good time with her.

My neck had a kink in it from holding her foot in place for so long, and it felt weird that as she let her legs fall back to the bed she thanked me for helping Rick to fuck her. Considering the mixed emotions I was having, I decided to keep my mouth shut to keep from letting anything slip out.

Rick got off her and she flopped out across the bed to rest. When Rick left to get something, she traced my leg with her toes, and then said, “Sorry honey, but I just got to see.” She reached over and repeated what Rick had done to me. She pushed her hand between my legs and took a really good feel of my labia. “God girl, you’re so fucking wet.” She leaned her forehead against mine and whispered, “You really got off on watching him fuck me, didn’t you?” I didn’t say a word, but she knew the truth better than I could admit it. Before she said anything else, Rick came back with the ottoman from the living room.

I really didn’t like what I thought he might have in mind. Maybe Kelly liked getting watched, but I certainly didn’t want her to bear witness to me getting fucked. And if it was the way it happened the day before, I certainly didn’t want her to see the little game of reluctance I played.

I could see Kelly was puzzled to see the ottoman and watched as Rick set it on the foot of the bed. I decided that if he tried to tie me over that thing that when I was freed that I was going to bolt, but I wasn’t going to get the chance. Rick came to the side of me and told Kelly to help him. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted her to do, but then he flipped me onto my stomach and hoisted me into the air by my waist and chest. My halter and bra half covered my drooping tits and I could feel my skirt tangled up in the cuffs around my ankles. When he had me as high as my bonds would allow me to go, he told her to shove the ottoman under me. I started struggling at the huge embarrassment I saw coming my way. I started to slip from his grip, but he grabbed me by my crotch and under my chest, and hoisted me again. I felt like a pretzel as Kelly worked to push, and then kick the ottoman to get it under me.

I begged Rick not to fuck me like this and not in front of Kelly. I should have thought faster, because that only made Kelly want to see my humiliation even more. My hands and legs were pulled taut against the ropes and I started sobbing as I begged him not to take me like this. I wiggled as much as I could and swore at him until he told Kelly to get her panties to gag me. I really didn’t want another girls dirty underwear in my mouth, so I promised to be quiet instead.

Rick needed a small rest before he would be able to get it up again, so he and Kelly started talking about me and how wonderful their sex had been. They talked about the progress of my training and some of the horrible things they thought I would allow them to do to me. My jealousy, which had waned for a while, came rushing back when Kelly asked Rick if he was going to make her his mistress. I suddenly held completely still waiting to hear the answer to that myself. He told her that he had to talk it over with his cuckold first, but said she was definitely in the lead so far.

Kelly started to plead with him now, but not for any reason I really wanted to hear. “I’d be a really nice girl to you. Pleeeease? I want to get at your cuckold so bad I can taste her.” She ran her fingers down the side of my torso from just under my arm to my thigh. “She’s so soft and sensual. Pleeeease?” Then she asked me to tell him how much I wanted her as his mistress. She begged me to ask for her to be his other woman so she could share me all the time with him.

I may have been fearing the possible truth of the matter, but it was only serving to turn Rick on again. When I felt him move around, I saw he was ready to go again with a woody that could drive nails. He told Kelly that the mistress decision would have to wait until later, but she could watch me getting serviced now. I started struggling again hoping to make my torso fall off the ottoman, but he got behind me too quickly. When I started to plead with him again, he grew annoyed. Before I knew it, Kelly was standing beside the bed and my head with her panties in hand. I swore I’d be good, but she balled them up and pressed them to my mouth anyway. I twisted my head away from them, but she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until my mouth had to open. She pushed them into my mouth a little at a time and then held her hand over my mouth. Since she didn’t have any tape with her to hold them in my mouth, she used the threat of peeing on them if she had to re-insert them.

It was bad enough to have a girls underwear in my mouth, I sure didn’t want to make it worse, so I bit down on them to make sure they didn’t fall out. I had been feeling Rick’s fingers probing my slit and now I figured he would untie my ankles to spread me for his assault. But instead I felt him pushing the head of his cock between my folds with my legs closed. Again, this was something I never tried and wasn’t even sure he could get into me enough to satisfy himself. Apparently, Kelly knew better and told me that she had been taken a few times like this and found it very erotic.

Rick hit his mark and I could feel him forcing himself between the folds of my cunt. I could barely move my body in any direction, so I was very glad I was still wet. He slid into me fairly unobstructed. And when he hit bottom, he went wild on me. He held my hips and fucked me like a dog going nuts on a bitch in heat. I half expected a knot to pop into me to hold us together. It wasn’t long before I was moaning and groaning, and feeling very embarrassed at being forcibly taken this way in front of another girl. It was even worse when I thought about the favorable position she had as a mistress and what I had to endure in front of her as my position. I became to horny and lustful so quickly, that all I was hearing from the two of them was talk about Rick’s cuckold and my training. And when I heard Rick moaning his way to his orgasm, I remembered the day before when he refused to finish me. I became aware that he might think of this as the ultimate humility and do it again. And sure enough, as I felt him going through the motions of cumming, I spit Kelly’s panties from my mouth and begged him to frig my clit.

Rick laughed at my situation and I begged him to get me off. He told Kelly about my problem and then told me if I needed relief that bad that I could ask Kelly for help. That was the thought that got him to cum and I felt his usual hard bucking that indicated he was draining himself into me. I was so outrageously horny and close to having a major orgasm that I was out of my mind. I banged my head forward, swallowed my pride, and begged her to help me.

“Please Kelly, finger my clit, please. I’ve got to cum, please help me.” She didn’t do anything and I knew what I had to say. “Please, I’ll tell him.”

I felt Rick going limp and immediately pull himself from my cunt.

She knew exactly what I meant and asked me to promise my allegiance to her cause. I tried in vane to rub myself against the edge of the ottoman, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I needed her fingers so bad.

“I swear, I’ll tell him. Rick, you can have her, but please, someone…”

I felt her slender hand push between my ass cheeks until I felt her fingers probing for my clit. When she reached it, I jumped as if I got shocked by a thousand volts. She started making the twirling motion she knew so well from fingering herself and I was biting my lip trying to get to where I had been. And it only took her ten seconds before her fingers forced my body to climax in a way I never felt before. It was certainly because of this particular situation, but I couldn’t remember ever cumming so hard in my life. I dropped my head in total humiliation over everything; having to beg another girl to finish getting me off, my boyfriend’s mistress at that, and even promising to be on her side by telling Rick to pick her as his full time mistress.

I’m not sure what was worse, but it all weighed on my mind. I was flushed with utter humiliation and had been used as a sex toy to please not only my boyfriend, but his ‘other’ girl. As I laid there in my bonds, I wondered just how much of this I could take before Rick successfully turned me into a cuckold. His cuckold, and Kelly as his mistress to always remind me of it.

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