A blog, written by a couple in a female led marriage, devoted to the idea that women would run the world far better than men have and that a matriarchy can be achieved by using the weaknesses men possess against them.
Have you ever thought you dealt with an issue and that realized you hadn’t, and then you had to go deal with it again? Well, when one of those issues concerns the fragile egos, and insecurities, of your male slaves, it’s even worse to have to revisit.
First, I was sure Greg was going to be better behaved after the caning he received the previous week. Apparently, I’ve got a lot of work to do with him. I stopped by on Monday to let him jerk off and everything went fine. I showed up and unlocked, he respectfully obeyed to quickly ejaculate into the baggy I brought, and then I locked him up and left. Wednesday was completely different, and things did not go well at all.
Normally my period is like clockwork, which is common on low-dose birth control, but this week it decided to stick around an extra day. As you may have read in previous posts: I don’t do penetration when I’m still bleeding. It’s not comfortable for me; and my comfort is what’s important. So, when I arrived, I immediately informed Greg of the situation. I had hoped Greg would understand, especially since I offered to help him get off.
Unfortunately, Greg decided to be a whiney, passive-aggressive little brat about only getting what I offered: a hand-job. I didn’t have to do a damned thing for him, I didn’t even need to release him, and then to bitch about an offer a hand-job in lieu of just being allowed to masturbate? I began to wonder if April is ‘slaves lose their ability to think clearly’ month? I never even unlocked him. I just left him standing there naked with a caged cock, told him I’d see him on Saturday, and went home.
Ian, on the other hand, was much better on Saturday morning, but then I think I may have pushed him too far. As you may have read in a previous post, he had been feeling insecure about me having a relationship going with Greg for over a year. Apparently, in his mind, cuckolding is a seasonal sport and I should be finding a new boy-toy every three months or so. Regardless, we hashed out his concerns on Friday night and I thought it was no longer an issue, so as an extra bit of humiliation, I really overdid the affection with Greg on Saturday morning.
I should explain for those who may not have read my previous posts. Every Saturday morning, we are sans child at home, so I have my boyfriend, who is also submissive, come over to my house for hot fun in front of my cuckold slave and husband, Ian. Hubby gets to serve us by getting us whatever we need and by licking us clean when we are done. On the week of my period, Ian must suck Greg off in front of me and swallow a whole load of cum. During this, I’m usually on the bed holding my vibrator to the front of my panties so I can orgasm to the scene unfolding.
Last Saturday, everything was going normally; Greg was standing naked and Ian was kneeling in front of him with Greg’s bulbous cock in his mouth. He was sucking it slowly and steadily, just how I ordered him to. It turns out that Ian is as good and getting guys to cum orally as he is at getting women to orgasm the same way. If I let my husband go full bore, he’ll make Greg cum in under five minutes. That’s not much of a show for me, and I want to orgasm with my vibrator as well (which takes longer than Ian’s tongue), so he must make it worth my while.
To continue, Ian was sucking Greg in long slow strokes and Greg was just standing there with his eyes shut trying to pretend my husband was a girl (he claims he can’t cum if he looks at a guy on his cock. I know he’s lying, but we’ll get him past that hang-up some other year) and I was on the bed holding my vibrator to me like an EMT putting pressure on a gunshot wound (too nursey? I don’t think analogy is my thing, oh well), and suddenly the gears in my sadistic little head started turning. As you’re imagining, that can be a bad thing.
I started remembering what an insecure little bitch my husband was being the night before. All the whining about my relationship with Greg going on for too long, and how he was worried I’d might leave him for my boyfriend, was rolling through my head. Then a new thought rolled through my head: I forgot to give him his whipping last night that I said I was going to. I just gave him his normal nightly caning and made him cum on my foot; followed up by licking my foot clean and then tonguing me to a half-dozen orgasms. So, I decided that he still deserved to be punished. Now that I think about it; I should have just used the belt, or cat-o-nine tails on him in front of Greg. That would have been humiliating for Ian, and instructive and intimidating for Greg.
Instead, I decided to push on my husband’s insecurity button and then grind my point home. After a couple of vibrator-induced orgasms, I rose from the bed and came to stand beside Greg. I looked down at Ian and he looked up at me. He continued to bob up and down on Greg’s cock with a look of confusion in his eyes. I had never come and watched from this angle before and he had no idea what to make of it. That was when I smiled cruelly, put my hand on Greg’s face and turn his head. I brought his lips to mine and started French-kissing him.
At first it was just some mild tongue-swirling action, but it quickly escalated into some rather intense making out. I broke away for a breath after a few minutes to get a view of hubby. His eyes were fixated on me, and his mouth was fixated on Greg’s cock. He looked wounded, but he looked like that often. To be honest, he likes being hurt and degraded that way. It really turns him on. This time, though, he was less turned on, and really worrying that I may be falling for Greg. Totally did not pick up on that at the time, so I continued with his punishment by kissing Greg some more.
I had been running my hands all over Greg while we kissed, and he was groping me as well, but I wanted him to grab something different. I wanted Ian to feel totally humiliated, and I wanted this feeling to stay with him, so I decided to go the extra mile. I pulled my lips a mere half-inch away from Greg’s and spoke with a heavy, panting breath.
“Do you like being my slave?” I asked him. I had my left hand on his ass and the fingers on my right hand were gently pinching his left nipple. He groaned as he responded.
“Yes, Mistress.” I kissed him again, passionately. I broke the embrace, once again barely free of his lips.
“Do you want to stay being my slave?” I asked. I felt his response breathed back upon my lips.
“More than anything, Mistress.” He responded. I could see he was getting close to cumming and I wanted to time this right. I kissed him again and then pulled away once more; dragging my nails down his chest to distract him from ejaculating to soon.
“Will you prove your desire to be mine to me?”
“Oh, god yes, Mistress!” He winced from the mild scratch of my nails. I smiled wickedly and looked down at Ian. A look of horror was on his face. I chuckled before kissing Greg again.
I ran my hands up Greg’s chest, over his shoulders and then down his arms to his wrists. I pulled his hands toward me and pulled my face away again, this time farther so he could focus on my face. He looked at me with a confused look on his face as I put his hands on either side of Ian’s head. I changed my expression to one of dominantly seductive lust.
“Make my husband suck your cock. Show him you are going to serve me forever. Show him that you are mine.” Then I looked down at a very distressed husband. “Make my husband learn his place and I will make you my alpha slave.”
“Alpha slave?” Greg asked; not quite sure of what that meant. Regardless, entranced by the moment, he grabbed Ian by his hair on either side of his head and started fucking my husband’s face slowly. Ian did his best to keep up. I moved back in and kissed Greg some more before pulling away to speak.
“It means that you are the dominant slave. You already get more sex and attention, so that won’t be new, but from now on, Ian would have to call you ‘sir’ and obey your commands, within reason. You’ll also be able to speak condescendingly and derogatorily to him. You won’t have to be respectful to him at all. You may not hit him, that’s the Mistress’ right only, but you can order him to please you whenever you’re here.”
“Really?” Greg’s eyes opened almost as wide as Ian’s.
“Yes, really.” I said slapping his ass with my left hand. He flinched. “If I command something to be, then it shall be.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Greg said emphatically. He looked down at Ian with an evil grin. He moved his right hand to the top of Ian’s hair and grabbed a good amount in his fingers. He started pulling and pushing my husband’s head; causing him to suck Greg’s cock even harder. I moved in and kissed Greg again as he face-fucked my husband’s mouth. I broke the kiss off and looked at Greg dominantly.
“No more kissing until you cum! Get to work! Show me you’re my alpha-slave!” I commanded. Greg looked down at Ian again, this time with determination. He started pulling, and pushing, Ian’s head faster. Once the rhythm was established, he let go and let Ian do all the work.
“Suck it harder you little beta-bitch! Hurry up and make me cum! I want to get back to kissing your wife!” He laughed at that point.
I looked down at Ian. For a moment, I thought I saw tears in his eyes, but there was so much slobber from the fellatio, it was hard to tell what was going on. What I could see for sure turned me on. He was working that cock with all he had! I’m not sure how Greg wasn’t already cumming, but the scene unfolding has hot as hell. To be honest, I’ve masturbated to the memory of it three times this last week!
“You can do better than that, you little cunt! No wonder your wife has to fuck me! Your dick is tiny, and your tongue is pathetic!” With that, Ian brought up a hand and began cupping Greg’s balls. With his other, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base. He started pulling up and down on Greg’s shaft as he voraciously sucked the large, bulbous head. “Oh god! That’s it! I’m cumming!”
Greg shot the first stream of hot jism while still buried in my husband’s mouth; filling the cavity between the roof and tongue. Ian swallowed it quickly. The second pulsing blast was poorly directed and went straight down his throat, causing him to gag a little. Ian backed away and coughed. Greg quickly grabbed his own cock and started jerking off the rest of the orgasms. He grabbed Ian’s hair and pulled him back over; shooting the rest of his load in the direction of Ian’s face. Ian, recovered from gagging already, had opened his mouth and willfully accepted as much of the cum that landed in the receptive hole. Not coming since Monday had made quite a huge load coming from Greg.
Once finished, Greg breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, with all that pressure gone, he was quite relaxed. At that point, I moved in for another kiss. He responded hungrily. We kissed for another few moments and then I backed away.
“I still want to orgasm some more. I want you to join me on the bed, Alpha.” I said directly. Greg, far more comfortable in his new role than I would have ever imagined, looked down at Ian and spoke.
“Scrape up all that cum on you and eat it, beta. I’m going to go over to your bed and help your wife get off again.” He said before looking at me. “It will be my honor to help you cum, Mistress.”
The two us retired to the bed while Ian knelt there licking himself clean. I pulled out my vibrator and made Greg kiss me all over as I masturbated to the scene that had just been performed before me. After seven, or so, orgasms, I placed my hand under Greg’s chin and brought him back up to my face. We began kissing again. Ian, done cleaning himself, knelt at the foot of the bed, watching us jealously. I pushed Greg on to his back and then cuddled up on his chest.
Greg, suddenly felt something running down his leg and realized his penis was leaking a little now that it had gone completely limp. He broke the kiss with me and looked over at Ian.
“Beta, there is more cum leaking out of me. Come lick me clean.” Greg directed. I was completely surprised by this. Greg never seemed to enjoy it when I had Ian clean him up after he came. I’ve had to order Greg to stay still and let Ian finish his work. This time, Greg was the one demanding another man lick him clean. One more step in the right direction, I thought. Things were looking up for me!
Ian, lethargically rose and made his way on to the bed. He sighed, and then started to bring his head down toward Greg’s exposed and flaccid penis. He stopped when he heard me speak.
“What do you say, beta-slave?”
“Thank you, Mistress, for let me serve you.” He said submissively, and dejectedly, and then started to move his head back down toward Greg’s crotch to lick the dribble of cum off Greg’s inner thigh.
“Not to me. Your Alpha gave you a command. I expect you to respond with a ‘yes, sir’ when he orders you to do something.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ian responded with a trembling voice. He was bright red with embarrassment.
“Good. Now let’s start over.” I turned to Greg. “Command your beta.” Greg smiled and turned to Ian.
“Lick me clean, beta.” He said demandingly. It was a good twenty seconds before Ian responded.
“Yes, Sir.” He blushed even farther before he went done and cleaned licked up the line of sticky cum on Greg’s leg. Then he worked his way up and put the head of Greg’s magnificent cock in his mouth to clean that as well. Meanwhile, content that Ian was being a good slave, I went back to kissing my boyfriend.
This went on for a minute, or for exactly as long as it took for Ian to have successfully cleaned up my boyfriend. He began to pull away, but Greg placed his hand on Ian’s head to stop him.
“I’m getting hard again, Mistress. May I have two blowjobs this morning?” I smiled at him.
“By all means, alpha slave.”
“You heard her, beta-bitch. Get sucking.” Ian, resigned to the fact that this wasn’t going to end until Greg came again, responded with a ‘yes, sir’, and went to work blowing Greg for the second time in less than an hour. I laughed.
“I forgot what it was like to have a man who could cum more than once in a day, let alone an hour.” I said scathingly. “Hurry up slave. We have other things to do to day besides filling your belly up with your superior’s cum.” I went back to kissing Greg and even grabbed my vibrator for a couple more orgasms.
Eventually Greg came, and we collapsed into each other’s arms again. Ian dutifully cleaned Greg and eventually we all got up. I relocked Greg’s cage, ordered him to get dressed and sent him home. Ian, on the other hand, I kept naked and kneeling. Once Greg was out of the driveway, I turned to Ian.
“Well, that was pretty hot. What’d you think? I believe you’ll make a great little beta-bitch.” Carnal thoughts of all sorts were going through my mind when Ian exclaimed a total buzzkill.
“Do you love him more than me?” He looked like he was about to cry.
I responded with a frustrated scream.
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Update 4/27/19 Part One
Have you ever thought you dealt with an issue and that realized you hadn’t, and then you had to go deal with it again? Well, when one of those issues concerns the fragile egos, and insecurities, of your male slaves, it’s even worse to have to revisit.
First, I was sure Greg was going to be better behaved after the caning he received the previous week. Apparently, I’ve got a lot of work to do with him. I stopped by on Monday to let him jerk off and everything went fine. I showed up and unlocked, he respectfully obeyed to quickly ejaculate into the baggy I brought, and then I locked him up and left. Wednesday was completely different, and things did not go well at all.
Normally my period is like clockwork, which is common on low-dose birth control, but this week it decided to stick around an extra day. As you may have read in previous posts: I don’t do penetration when I’m still bleeding. It’s not comfortable for me; and my comfort is what’s important. So, when I arrived, I immediately informed Greg of the situation. I had hoped Greg would understand, especially since I offered to help him get off.
Unfortunately, Greg decided to be a whiney, passive-aggressive little brat about only getting what I offered: a hand-job. I didn’t have to do a damned thing for him, I didn’t even need to release him, and then to bitch about an offer a hand-job in lieu of just being allowed to masturbate? I began to wonder if April is ‘slaves lose their ability to think clearly’ month? I never even unlocked him. I just left him standing there naked with a caged cock, told him I’d see him on Saturday, and went home.
Ian, on the other hand, was much better on Saturday morning, but then I think I may have pushed him too far. As you may have read in a previous post, he had been feeling insecure about me having a relationship going with Greg for over a year. Apparently, in his mind, cuckolding is a seasonal sport and I should be finding a new boy-toy every three months or so. Regardless, we hashed out his concerns on Friday night and I thought it was no longer an issue, so as an extra bit of humiliation, I really overdid the affection with Greg on Saturday morning.
I should explain for those who may not have read my previous posts. Every Saturday morning, we are sans child at home, so I have my boyfriend, who is also submissive, come over to my house for hot fun in front of my cuckold slave and husband, Ian. Hubby gets to serve us by getting us whatever we need and by licking us clean when we are done. On the week of my period, Ian must suck Greg off in front of me and swallow a whole load of cum. During this, I’m usually on the bed holding my vibrator to the front of my panties so I can orgasm to the scene unfolding.
Last Saturday, everything was going normally; Greg was standing naked and Ian was kneeling in front of him with Greg’s bulbous cock in his mouth. He was sucking it slowly and steadily, just how I ordered him to. It turns out that Ian is as good and getting guys to cum orally as he is at getting women to orgasm the same way. If I let my husband go full bore, he’ll make Greg cum in under five minutes. That’s not much of a show for me, and I want to orgasm with my vibrator as well (which takes longer than Ian’s tongue), so he must make it worth my while.
To continue, Ian was sucking Greg in long slow strokes and Greg was just standing there with his eyes shut trying to pretend my husband was a girl (he claims he can’t cum if he looks at a guy on his cock. I know he’s lying, but we’ll get him past that hang-up some other year) and I was on the bed holding my vibrator to me like an EMT putting pressure on a gunshot wound (too nursey? I don’t think analogy is my thing, oh well), and suddenly the gears in my sadistic little head started turning. As you’re imagining, that can be a bad thing.
I started remembering what an insecure little bitch my husband was being the night before. All the whining about my relationship with Greg going on for too long, and how he was worried I’d might leave him for my boyfriend, was rolling through my head. Then a new thought rolled through my head: I forgot to give him his whipping last night that I said I was going to. I just gave him his normal nightly caning and made him cum on my foot; followed up by licking my foot clean and then tonguing me to a half-dozen orgasms. So, I decided that he still deserved to be punished. Now that I think about it; I should have just used the belt, or cat-o-nine tails on him in front of Greg. That would have been humiliating for Ian, and instructive and intimidating for Greg.
Instead, I decided to push on my husband’s insecurity button and then grind my point home. After a couple of vibrator-induced orgasms, I rose from the bed and came to stand beside Greg. I looked down at Ian and he looked up at me. He continued to bob up and down on Greg’s cock with a look of confusion in his eyes. I had never come and watched from this angle before and he had no idea what to make of it. That was when I smiled cruelly, put my hand on Greg’s face and turn his head. I brought his lips to mine and started French-kissing him.
At first it was just some mild tongue-swirling action, but it quickly escalated into some rather intense making out. I broke away for a breath after a few minutes to get a view of hubby. His eyes were fixated on me, and his mouth was fixated on Greg’s cock. He looked wounded, but he looked like that often. To be honest, he likes being hurt and degraded that way. It really turns him on. This time, though, he was less turned on, and really worrying that I may be falling for Greg. Totally did not pick up on that at the time, so I continued with his punishment by kissing Greg some more.
I had been running my hands all over Greg while we kissed, and he was groping me as well, but I wanted him to grab something different. I wanted Ian to feel totally humiliated, and I wanted this feeling to stay with him, so I decided to go the extra mile. I pulled my lips a mere half-inch away from Greg’s and spoke with a heavy, panting breath.
“Do you like being my slave?” I asked him. I had my left hand on his ass and the fingers on my right hand were gently pinching his left nipple. He groaned as he responded.
“Yes, Mistress.” I kissed him again, passionately. I broke the embrace, once again barely free of his lips.
“Do you want to stay being my slave?” I asked. I felt his response breathed back upon my lips.
“More than anything, Mistress.” He responded. I could see he was getting close to cumming and I wanted to time this right. I kissed him again and then pulled away once more; dragging my nails down his chest to distract him from ejaculating to soon.
“Will you prove your desire to be mine to me?”
“Oh, god yes, Mistress!” He winced from the mild scratch of my nails. I smiled wickedly and looked down at Ian. A look of horror was on his face. I chuckled before kissing Greg again.
I ran my hands up Greg’s chest, over his shoulders and then down his arms to his wrists. I pulled his hands toward me and pulled my face away again, this time farther so he could focus on my face. He looked at me with a confused look on his face as I put his hands on either side of Ian’s head. I changed my expression to one of dominantly seductive lust.
“Make my husband suck your cock. Show him you are going to serve me forever. Show him that you are mine.” Then I looked down at a very distressed husband. “Make my husband learn his place and I will make you my alpha slave.”
“Alpha slave?” Greg asked; not quite sure of what that meant. Regardless, entranced by the moment, he grabbed Ian by his hair on either side of his head and started fucking my husband’s face slowly. Ian did his best to keep up. I moved back in and kissed Greg some more before pulling away to speak.
“It means that you are the dominant slave. You already get more sex and attention, so that won’t be new, but from now on, Ian would have to call you ‘sir’ and obey your commands, within reason. You’ll also be able to speak condescendingly and derogatorily to him. You won’t have to be respectful to him at all. You may not hit him, that’s the Mistress’ right only, but you can order him to please you whenever you’re here.”
“Really?” Greg’s eyes opened almost as wide as Ian’s.
“Yes, really.” I said slapping his ass with my left hand. He flinched. “If I command something to be, then it shall be.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Greg said emphatically. He looked down at Ian with an evil grin. He moved his right hand to the top of Ian’s hair and grabbed a good amount in his fingers. He started pulling and pushing my husband’s head; causing him to suck Greg’s cock even harder. I moved in and kissed Greg again as he face-fucked my husband’s mouth. I broke the kiss off and looked at Greg dominantly.
“No more kissing until you cum! Get to work! Show me you’re my alpha-slave!” I commanded. Greg looked down at Ian again, this time with determination. He started pulling, and pushing, Ian’s head faster. Once the rhythm was established, he let go and let Ian do all the work.
“Suck it harder you little beta-bitch! Hurry up and make me cum! I want to get back to kissing your wife!” He laughed at that point.
I looked down at Ian. For a moment, I thought I saw tears in his eyes, but there was so much slobber from the fellatio, it was hard to tell what was going on. What I could see for sure turned me on. He was working that cock with all he had! I’m not sure how Greg wasn’t already cumming, but the scene unfolding has hot as hell. To be honest, I’ve masturbated to the memory of it three times this last week!
“You can do better than that, you little cunt! No wonder your wife has to fuck me! Your dick is tiny, and your tongue is pathetic!” With that, Ian brought up a hand and began cupping Greg’s balls. With his other, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base. He started pulling up and down on Greg’s shaft as he voraciously sucked the large, bulbous head. “Oh god! That’s it! I’m cumming!”
Greg shot the first stream of hot jism while still buried in my husband’s mouth; filling the cavity between the roof and tongue. Ian swallowed it quickly. The second pulsing blast was poorly directed and went straight down his throat, causing him to gag a little. Ian backed away and coughed. Greg quickly grabbed his own cock and started jerking off the rest of the orgasms. He grabbed Ian’s hair and pulled him back over; shooting the rest of his load in the direction of Ian’s face. Ian, recovered from gagging already, had opened his mouth and willfully accepted as much of the cum that landed in the receptive hole. Not coming since Monday had made quite a huge load coming from Greg.
Once finished, Greg breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously, with all that pressure gone, he was quite relaxed. At that point, I moved in for another kiss. He responded hungrily. We kissed for another few moments and then I backed away.
“I still want to orgasm some more. I want you to join me on the bed, Alpha.” I said directly. Greg, far more comfortable in his new role than I would have ever imagined, looked down at Ian and spoke.
“Scrape up all that cum on you and eat it, beta. I’m going to go over to your bed and help your wife get off again.” He said before looking at me. “It will be my honor to help you cum, Mistress.”
The two us retired to the bed while Ian knelt there licking himself clean. I pulled out my vibrator and made Greg kiss me all over as I masturbated to the scene that had just been performed before me. After seven, or so, orgasms, I placed my hand under Greg’s chin and brought him back up to my face. We began kissing again. Ian, done cleaning himself, knelt at the foot of the bed, watching us jealously. I pushed Greg on to his back and then cuddled up on his chest.
Greg, suddenly felt something running down his leg and realized his penis was leaking a little now that it had gone completely limp. He broke the kiss with me and looked over at Ian.
“Beta, there is more cum leaking out of me. Come lick me clean.” Greg directed. I was completely surprised by this. Greg never seemed to enjoy it when I had Ian clean him up after he came. I’ve had to order Greg to stay still and let Ian finish his work. This time, Greg was the one demanding another man lick him clean. One more step in the right direction, I thought. Things were looking up for me!
Ian, lethargically rose and made his way on to the bed. He sighed, and then started to bring his head down toward Greg’s exposed and flaccid penis. He stopped when he heard me speak.
“What do you say, beta-slave?”
“Thank you, Mistress, for let me serve you.” He said submissively, and dejectedly, and then started to move his head back down toward Greg’s crotch to lick the dribble of cum off Greg’s inner thigh.
“Not to me. Your Alpha gave you a command. I expect you to respond with a ‘yes, sir’ when he orders you to do something.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Ian responded with a trembling voice. He was bright red with embarrassment.
“Good. Now let’s start over.” I turned to Greg. “Command your beta.” Greg smiled and turned to Ian.
“Lick me clean, beta.” He said demandingly. It was a good twenty seconds before Ian responded.
“Yes, Sir.” He blushed even farther before he went done and cleaned licked up the line of sticky cum on Greg’s leg. Then he worked his way up and put the head of Greg’s magnificent cock in his mouth to clean that as well. Meanwhile, content that Ian was being a good slave, I went back to kissing my boyfriend.
This went on for a minute, or for exactly as long as it took for Ian to have successfully cleaned up my boyfriend. He began to pull away, but Greg placed his hand on Ian’s head to stop him.
“I’m getting hard again, Mistress. May I have two blowjobs this morning?” I smiled at him.
“By all means, alpha slave.”
“You heard her, beta-bitch. Get sucking.” Ian, resigned to the fact that this wasn’t going to end until Greg came again, responded with a ‘yes, sir’, and went to work blowing Greg for the second time in less than an hour. I laughed.
“I forgot what it was like to have a man who could cum more than once in a day, let alone an hour.” I said scathingly. “Hurry up slave. We have other things to do to day besides filling your belly up with your superior’s cum.” I went back to kissing Greg and even grabbed my vibrator for a couple more orgasms.
Eventually Greg came, and we collapsed into each other’s arms again. Ian dutifully cleaned Greg and eventually we all got up. I relocked Greg’s cage, ordered him to get dressed and sent him home. Ian, on the other hand, I kept naked and kneeling. Once Greg was out of the driveway, I turned to Ian.
“Well, that was pretty hot. What’d you think? I believe you’ll make a great little beta-bitch.” Carnal thoughts of all sorts were going through my mind when Ian exclaimed a total buzzkill.
“Do you love him more than me?” He looked like he was about to cry.
I responded with a frustrated scream.