Used Twice by My Cuckoldress - From the Diary of schlemieltje

“Used Twice by My Cuckoldress - From the Diary of schlemieltje” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by schlemieltje.

We've just got back from holiday, and after putting everything back in its proper place, things start to get tight down below. I've been in long-term denial and my CB has been in my way for days. It might sound kinky, but being in chastity for that long is pretty intense. An orgasm is an outlet for me (and for many men). It brings relaxation. So I ask my cuckoldress whether I might be allowed a little release. "Sure!" she says, to my great surprise. "But only with the CB on. You get 10 minutes."

Didn't work

It flashes through my mind straight away that this isn't going to work for me, but I still grab the chance to get a little bit of satisfaction this way. “One minute, two minutes, three minutes...” I hear her counting down. Eventually I hear her say: "Nine minutes, nine minutes and 30 seconds, 50 seconds and STOP!" "Didn't work, did it?" she jokes. I grumble that I really need more time. "Actually I thought the rattling of your CB was quite funny, but anyway, now it's time for me to play with myself. I'll free you from your CB and you can kneel in the corner, but with your mask on and a condom on your cock. You may only come when I say so. Understood?!"

I pick up the mask and my love laces it nice and tight around my head. I love it when she does that, because then the tube sits snugly in my mouth, which means I have to carry on with my mouth open. Then come the little padlocks to secure the mask. These locks give me the feeling that I am completely dependent on her. She decides when the mask comes off. Then I put the condom on myself and kneel down in the corner.

Soft moaning

I wait patiently and after a while I hear soft moaning in the background. Quietly, I hear the buzzing of her wall vibrator. The sound turns me on, together with the powerless feeling and the thought that I'm allowed NOTHING and she ignores and humiliates me, while she casually takes what she is entitled to. Imagine another person DOES get her love. The mere idea sends heat racing through my body. Before I know it, I come spontaneously and quietly. The buzzing stops and I hear some rattling of her bracelets, followed by the clicking of her heels on the floor. I hear her coming closer...

"Legs apart!" I spread my legs and feel her patent shoe tap against my balls, smooth and cold. A few gentle taps at first, then a firm kick against my balls. I groan out loud. "You glory hole of mine, you came without permission. What are you going to do to fix this problem?"

I really have no use for you at all

It is quiet for a moment, but then I hear her voice again. "Well, any time now! No, of course not, I've never heard anything decent come out of your mouth. Maybe something decent going into it will work better. I really have no use for you at all. It's time for some dates so you can do what you were made for. Cleaning up messes and catching them, being useful and keeping your mouth open. Now turn around, and no, don't stand, you stay on your knees. You look fine like that. Carefully roll that condom off your cock. Carefully, because if you spill any, you get to lick it up!"

With her hand she gently kneads my balls. I can feel they are encased in latex. Carefully I carry out what she has instructed me to do. Meanwhile she asks: "By the way, do you know what a glory hole is?" I shake my head stupidly. "It's a hole in a wall or partition, in your case a mask, through which body parts or objects can be pushed, for example a dildo or a real cock. You can't see each other, and this way you can have anonymous sex…"

Disgusting head

"I like the idea that you don't know who I'm seeing, and that afterwards you won't know whose cock was in the little hole of your mask for you to lick clean. Besides, there's nothing for you to see with a mask over your head anyway. After all, I don't want to have to look at that disgusting head of yours. It would be a total libido killer."

"It actually only gets better, and above all more practical, you as my mobile glory hole. When the club has found a new play location, I'll see if you can do a trial run there. Let me have a nice plate engraved for your mask right away. Piss & GloryHole. That way it's clear to everyone who and what you are, isn't it?"

"And now your CB goes back on. That cock of yours is useless anyway. Hand the condom to me, because I don't want my strap-on getting dirty with your drool when you suck me off. I'll roll the condom over my cock, so that after use in your gloryhole it can go back in the cupboard clean."

I can feel and taste what's going on...

While I put on my CB, I hear her rolling the condom off, and before I realise what that actually means, a dildo is pushed deep into my mouth, and as I feel my head being held firmly in place, I feel and taste what is going on…

"Now that's what I call practical. Using a condom twice! Now you can start practising for when I have a date later and you have to facilitate. This is fun fun fun. Oh, it makes you gag?" I hear her laugh loudly. "I'll pour some liquid into your little hole straight away to dilute that cum taste. Or would you prefer my spit or my natural nectar?"

I nod, because I can feel the retching coming on. "I love the sound of you gagging. Get used to it! And now LIE DOWN!" And luckily she pours liquid into my little hole so the taste of the cum fades. "KNEEL!" I crawl back up and kneel. There goes that dildo in again, and I get a little kick against my balls…

I like it

"Every time I stop, I want you to say that you like the taste of cum and that you do this gladly for me, out of love. Preferably 100 times! And sputtering, I repeat after her. Every time I say it, I get a face slap and a kick against my balls."Good boy! Who knows, you may get to come again," she says, laughing. "Suck on that cum dildo and repeat," she dictates, while I feel her hand come down hard on my cheek. Then she lets some more liquid run in.

Finally this torture ends, and exhausted I lie in the corner as I am given the last bit of liquid in my little hole.

Fun, isn't it!?

"That was fun, wasn't it! Now you can enjoy the afterglow in the corner with your mask and CB on while I go online looking for a nice date. Because although social cuckolding is fun, in the end there has to be a real replacement for you. For you there will then be a spot in the shed, in a cage or in the toilet."

"In about 30 minutes, which is roughly the time sluts like you need to recover from an orgasm, you'll be willing again to please me."

I stay sitting in the corner. In the background I hear her enthusiasm. "Oh, this one is rather nice. Maybe a tiny bit young, but he looks tasty..."

schlemieltje, private sub of Mistress Moriah (aka 2bees)

Source

Text: schlemieltje
Photography: 123rf.com