Unspoken Desires: The Forbidden World of a Submissive Cuckold Husband

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As a submissive cuckold husband, Michael had all the time struggled with unspoken desires – the need to see his wife with another man, the need to feel humiliated, the need to be dominated. For years, he had buried these desires deep within himself, afraid of what he might discover if he let them out into the open. But one night, at a hotel bar in the city, he found himself face to face with the woman who would change everything.

Her name was Samantha, and from the moment Michael laid eyes on her, he knew that he was in trouble. She was tall and elegant, with long blonde hair and dark, smoldering eyes. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her curves, and when she spoke, her voice dripped with honey and seduction. Michael couldn’t help himself – he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Samantha saw the hunger in Michael’s eyes, and she knew that he was exactly what she was looking for. She was a dominatrix, and she specialized in training submissive cuckold husbands like him. She saw something in Michael that he didn’t even see himself – a deep-seated need to be humiliated, to be controlled, to be used for someone else’s pleasure. And she knew that she could give him everything that he craved – if he was eager to pay the price.

They talked for hours at the bar, drinking one too many glasses of wine and losing track of time. Samantha was everything that Michael had ever wanted in a woman – confident, assertive, unafraid to take charge. She told him stories about some of her other clients, about the things that she had done to them and the things that they had done for her. Michael’s heart raced as he listened, each word sending electric shocks through his body.

At the end of the night, Samantha handed Michael a card with her phone number on it. “Call me,” she whispered in his ear, “if you’re ever ready to take things to the next level.”

For weeks, Michael struggled with temptation. He knew that he shouldn’t call Samantha, that he should try to forget about his unspoken desires and focus on his wife instead. But every time he reached for his phone, the memory of Samantha’s smoky voice in his ear would stop him in his tracks.

One night, after his wife had gone to bed, Michael finally gave in. He dialed Samantha’s number, his heart pounding in his chest. She answered on the first ring, her voice throaty and alluring. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said.

They arranged to meet at a local hotel the next night. Michael was a bundle of nerves as he drove there, his mind racing with anticipation. When he arrived, Samantha was already waiting for him in the lobby, dressed in a tight leather corset and thigh-high boots. She looked stunning, and Michael could feel his pulse quicken as he approached her.

She led him up to a room on one of the upper floors, her hand resting provocatively on the small of his back. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface. In the center of the room was a large four-poster bed, draped in silk sheets.

Samantha wasted no time in getting started. She pushed Michael down onto the bed and began to undress him, her hands roaming freely over his body. He could feel her power, her strength, as she took control of him. It was everything that he had ever wanted, and more.

Before long, Samantha had stripped him completely naked, leaving him lying on the bed with nothing between him and her but his own desires. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, and began to tease him with long, slow strokes of her hand. Michael’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his body straining for release.

But Samantha was just getting started. She ordered Michael to flip over onto his stomach, and then began to knead his back and shoulders with her strong, sensitive hands. Every touch sent shivers through his body, and he gasped with pleasure as she found the knots and tension points in his muscles.

Finally, Samantha pushed him back onto his back and climbed on top of him once more. This time, though, she didn’t stop at a simple hand job. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began to ride him with increasing speed and intensity. Michael felt himself building to a fever pitch, his body trembling with need.

And then, all of a sudden, it was over. Samantha climbed off of him, leaving him lying there panting and desperate. “That’s enough for tonight,” she said, her voice cool and controlled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

With that, she left the room, leaving Michael alone with his unspoken desires and his unanswered questions. But one thing was for sure – he was hooked. Samantha had opened a door in him that he never knew existed, and he was desperate to explore what lay beyond.

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