Cuck fantasies

Cuckolding, for those of you that don’t know, is where a man likes to watch his partner have sex with other men. There is often an element of humiliation but that doesn’t always have to be the case. As always, your relationship, your rules.

In it’s pure form it’s not for me at all. If The Keeper wants to watch me have sex with others, then that’s fine but I don’t want to humiliate him in any way, it’s not how our dynamic works.

However, I will twist this around the other way. Cuckolding refers to men who like to watch their partner, cuckqueaning Refers to females who like to watch their partner. But it’s yet another example of the gender binary and for someone who sits outside that binary it makes this kink a bit tricky. So instead I’d cuckold or cuckquean, I’ll be using the term cuck instead. It feels less divisive.

So, am I a cuck. Yes I am! Well, in theory I am anyway. I fucking LOVE watching him fucking other people but that’s not what makes someone a cuck. I need an element of humiliation to take it from being a voyeur to being a cuck. Again in theory. You see, we haven’t actually ever managed to find ourselves that someone who enjoys teasing a cuck. Females are often cuck cakes and males are bull, but again let’s get away from gendered language!

“Staying vulnerable is a risk we have to take if we want to experience connection.”

Brené Brown

We’ve chatted to people in the past and the tease and anticipation has built but sadly it’s fizzled out before we got to the meeting up stage for various reasons.

I’ve shared my cuck fantasies in the past and now I’ll share another that I go back to time and time again.

He ‘dresses’ me, taking his time, he teases my clit making me wet, bringing me to the edge but not letting me come, “later” he says “if you’re lucky”. I step into my chastity belt and he pulls it up around my waist. My arse is plugged, then my cunt and then he locks the belt so I can’t escape. The the cold metal bra is tighten around my chest and locked into place. Finally my wrist and ankle cuffs are locked on.

I’m led into the room, the bed all ready but I’m moved to the chair facing the bed. He sits me down so I can feel the plugs pushing into me. He brings out some lengths of rope, spreads my legs wide apart so there is no way I can grind my clit or makes the plugs move as I sit there. They fill me but don’t give me the pleasure I need. And I’m tied in place. Hungry, needy but thwarted.

My mouth is gagged so I can’t make any noise and then he grins at me as he pulls my hood out of his back pocket. “You didn’t think you’d actually get to watch did you, cuck?”. It’s pulled down over my face so I can only hear what’s happening.

She arrives and I can hear them chat and laugh together before she comes into the room. I sense her looking at me, appraising me before running her hands over me and laughing “poor horny little cucky, not getting what they want”.

The sounds as they move to the bed, undressing. I hear the wet sound of kisses, the moans as they’re turning each other on. Every now and then they talk about me, telling me how good it feels and how much I’m missing out. I hear them fuck, they ignore me, lost in their pleasure.

I do my best to grind but I can’t get any friction. My plugs filling me just adds to the frustration. I feel droplets of drool from my gagged mouth drip onto my chest, making the humiliation sting my cheeks a little but not caring, I’m too lost in my own need.

I hear their orgasms build, I moan into my gag and I’m told to shhhh. Finally I hear them stop and collapse in a heap together catching their breath. They start discussing me. “Should cucky be allowed a release, or should cucky remain a filthy, needy slut?”.

One day I’m hoping these cuck fantasies can play out for real!