Mya’s Cuckold hubby tells his side of the story
MYA`S Cuckold Hubby tells his side of the story.
I know when she’s ready. She goes quiet and distant and dark for a couple of weeks, she won’t let me get close to her and it’s not long before she makes that all too familiar long distance call from my office with the door firmly closed. When she emerges an hour or so later I can already see a change in her demeanour. It’s like a weight’s been lifted from her shoulders and her dark mood seems lifted, she smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close and kisses me fully on the lips for the first time in weeks. This is the pattern of her life that re-emerges sometimes, it’s been almost six months now and when she goes out later, I can see she’s crossed dates out in red ink in the diary planner for several days next week. We both know what this means, it’s an unspoken message that’s become part of her very existence and not open for discussion. She’s already been on-line and booked an open-ended return airline ticket and I don’t even need to look at the destination... It’s always the same one as it has been for the last five years, it would be pointless attempting to stop her.
She seems quite relaxed this time, almost excited somehow, I guess she knows exactly what to expect by now and I’m sure he will have some surprises ready for her, he always does. We never speak his name and if she refers to him at all, it’s the Master. An understated euphemism for a man who is a real professional in his field of work when satisfying a woman’s darkest needs... and Mya has plenty of those.
Ever since I’ve know my wife she’s had a hidden dark side that rarely surfaces. She controls her feelings very well but I’ve seen another side to her. Mya has a deep unquestionable need to submit her body to pain and degradation as a means of atoning for her past sins…to exorcise her inner demons. It’s definitely not for her sexual arousal but a means of punishing herself. It’s always been agreed between us that if I choose, I can watch her torment and she’s aware of how much pleasure this brings not only me, but all the voyeurs that have a desire to share in her pain and torment. She told me it makes it more real knowing she’s being watched and as always, she’s reassures me that the ‘Master’ will send me the encryption code to the video link so I can view her being violated.
I feel dejected. Reduced to nothing but a long distance fractured cuckold voyeur. As I help her pack I can see she’s happier than she has been for weeks and as she waits for the taxi, she kisses me and reminds me it’s what she has to do and how important this is to her. I just hold her in the silence...I love you I whisper, as she discretely slips her wedding band into my jacket pocket, a symbolic gesture to remind me that she is no longer my wife when she is with the Master - she belongs only to him.
Day One
The house feels so lonely now without her and I sleep fitfully and anxiously while I wait the interminable wait... checking the computer in my office every hour with the blinds drawn for news of her existence, I wait for the video feed, I don’t even know if it’s streaming live or a recording? …I never know. Finally the silence is broken and my heart races as I see the email appear, I’m immediately on alert and excited, but a part of my very soul feels a dark shadow of dread passing over me knowing what I’m going to witness on my screen.
I click on the link and nervously type in the Pin code and immediately I can see images appear of dark unfocused shapes moving in front of the lens as the cameraman follows the three men through the gloom into another much brighter large subterranean looking room. I’m a little anxious; I’ve never seen so many men ‘attend’ to her needs before, usually it’s only the ‘Master’ and his camera crew. I can see there in a large foreboding ‘dungeon like’ space with high cement walls and ceilings, timber frames are attached to one wall and as the camera pans over a wide shelf, I shudder as I see his collection of ‘tools of the trade’, various whips, floggers and canes together with trays of surgical equipment and various items of his cruel administrations.
The camera pans round to the right and my heart literally jumps in my chest… immediately I can see an unforgiving white light trained on my lovely wife, she’s barefoot and dressed in an incongruous short white dressing gown. Her head is held high and proud as she’s led by her arm to the centre of the room by one of the assistants, as all the other men, dressed head to toe in black, she looks like a virgin being led to her public torture and execution!… It’s a truly frightening image.
She is manoeuvred into position directly in front of a professional looking mounted camera in addition to the shoulder cam held by the cameraman. Her hair is brushed straight and she’s applied makeup making her look quite presentable almost demure and as always (to me anyway) very desirable. Her face doesn’t betray the fear I know she must be feeling deep in her soul as the cord is untied and her gown is slowly pulled away from her body, revealing her beautiful pale sagging breasts and flabby belly hanging over white lacy panties, I can clearly see the word ‘WHORE’ written in large letters across her upper chest in bright red ink…marking her as distinctly as any tattoo…. my God, my cock is literally throbbing in anticipation, I’m excited but feel such a fucking deviant, no better than those men watching her in anticipation of her suffering.
The Master roughly grips her arm and kicks her legs apart with his boot, her wrists are being secured by straps to a bar above her head, chained to a fixing high up in the ceiling which is hoisted upwards, I shudder and take a sharp intake of breath hoping to calm myself and as I lean forward, my senses are on full alert as the cameraman moves around capturing every inch of her familiar body. The thousands of pixels on my large screen display the bright sharp image of her pale vulnerable body dressed in just white panties, secured and twisting hopelessly awaiting her fate. The camera switches to a fixed image and I’m suddenly alarmed to see a banner briefly scroll across the bottom of the screen “Five thousand and counting!”… I’m shocked to read how many guys have paid money to login and masturbate to watch my wife suffering like this and I’m painfully aware they will be wanting their moneys worth. I stare at the screen feeling strangely detached, I somehow feel proud of her and letting my robe fall open, I’m daring myself not to stroke my already hardening cock as I see her Master walk up and down inspecting her inviting womanly body. In contrast to her milky pale skin his completely black clothing looking extremely menacing.
Facing her, he pulls on a pair of black nitrile gloves and grips her large breasts hard, pulling at each of her nipples and then I watch fascinated as his hands explore her beautiful curves. There is something mesmerising and very sexually arousing watching another man intimately exploring your wife’s body with his hands, he certainly loved holding and groping her overhanging belly fat and it wasn’t long before his nitrile clad finger found its way into her cunt and I’m surprised to see her reaction is to smile and slowly grind her hips against his finger, she’s playing with him, taunting him almost. Withdrawing his finger he brings it up to her lips so she can savour her own unique sweet musky aroma as I watch her sucking his outstretched black finger like a whore.
I know that she’s not allowing her body to be violated like this for sexual pleasure or arousal, shes not a masochist as such, she’s giving her body and soul for punishment… she needs to be severely punished and corrected and this is the only way she knows how. Perhaps only her and myself truly understand that.
He lifts his forefinger towards his assistant who momentarily disappears from view while the Master continued to enjoy fondling and groping her breasts but what really catches my eye is the horse riding crop that’s been handed to him. Holding it in his gloved hand he taking pleasure in tracing the leather tongue over her soft skin, lingering over her large hanging breasts, flicking his wrist to deliver stinging strokes on her ass and stomach as he circles her. Her smile quickly disappears as I watch her flinch as the pattern of warm up flick increases. Suddenly he reaches round roughly grabbing a handful of her long red hair pulling her head back before drawing back phlegm in the back of his throat and forcefully releasing a torrent of spit right into her beautiful face! Huge globules of phlegm dribble down her cheek and neck. I’ve seen men do this to a woman before to show their total disgust and disrespect and it’s clear this was his intention as he’s starting to break her, but what he doesn’t realise of course is that she’s been broken for some time.
He reaches forward with his black gloved hand and lifts up one of her pendulous milky white breasts before expertly delivering a hard stinging swipe to her right nipple. The camera zooms in capturing the exquisite pain on her face, mascara and spittle running as silent tears streak down her beautifully contorted face. This is pure torture for her and incredible sexual pleasure for the ever increasing number of deviant men watching her on their screens around the world and I’m momentarily ashamed to realise that I’m one of them.
He continues walking round her mature restrained body, her fleshy udders sagging down ready to accept the inevitable stinging pain delivered by numerous well placed blows from the leather tongue of the horse crop. Her head is hanging down now as she silently suffers each relentless strike, he expertly delivers a well placed blow on her overhanging belly quickly followed by another between her open legs, she screams in exquisite pain and I can see her contorted face clearly on my screen desperately fighting her many demons.
“That’s just a warm up bitch” he spits as he signals to his assistant to hand him a fearsome looking flogger… OMG! I can hardly believe what I’m seeing as he grips the handle of the multi tail black flogger. I watch transfixed as he circles her hanging vulnerable body, running the long ‘Falls’ between his fingers directly in front of her wide terrified eyes, “I wonder how many women have been flogged with this beauty” he says caressing the fearsome rubber tendrils then walking behind her running the back of his hand over the smooth unblemished skin of her back, assessing her vulnerability he stands back then expertly judging the distance takes a ‘royal stance’, he unleashes a sickening lash to her vulnerable exposed white skin.
I heard the dull ‘thud’ first then her screams, she barely has time to recover her senses before a second fearsome lashing is delivered leaving a red mark across her back. I’m fully aware this guys very experienced as I watch him consistently work the same areas of her exposed skin, concentrating on the areas protected by her body fat, particularly her ass then the back of her thighs before working her body avoiding any unwanted ‘wrap around’. He steps away for a moment as his assistant lowers the securing chain a few inches allowing her feet to fully touch the cold concrete floor before releasing the leg spreader bar and pulling down her dirty panties. Using his foot he forces her to open her legs as wide as possible ready for the masters next assault and she didn’t have to wait long as standing behind her, he lifted his strong arm and unleashed his expertise… the wide flat rubber flails snaking between her legs finding her inner thighs and sensitive cunt lips….she screamed pitifully now and writhed hopelessly against her restraints, her abused body shaking in mild shock.
I was stroking my pathetic cock harder now, basic instincts taking over flooding my brain with endorphins as my deviant pleasure exploded.
He continued working her whole body now, delivering sickening thudding blows to every safe area of her skin available, only avoiding her and face. Her quivering ass cheeks were showing bright red punishing marks as watched him work her large breasts with his expertly positioned ‘less severe’ lashing, watching her soft breasts submit to his punishment literally pushed me over the edge, I was yelling at the screen willing him to punish her harder with each damaging blow.
She’s certainly no stranger to being flogged and has been whipped with a bullwhip on one occasion and I know from experience that she will be working through the pain as her battered body starts to release pleasurable endorphins into her system. She once described the differences of being flogged as either a stinging sensation or more of an almost pleasurable hard massaging effect depending on the chosen flogger.
After an hour or so she’s let down and released from her restraints. Her beautiful curvaceous body now showing the marks of a professional flogging and she lifts up her arms and spreads her legs as an assistant spends a few minutes moving round her body spraying a cooling mist over her abused skin giving her obvious relief. She even manages a smile for her unseen audience. I think she’s probably feeling quite proud of herself having undergone the first part of her ‘treatment’
I know when she’s ready. She goes quiet and distant and dark for a couple of weeks, she won’t let me get close to her and it’s not long before she makes that all too familiar long distance call from my office with the door firmly closed. When she emerges an hour or so later I can already see a change in her demeanour. It’s like a weight’s been lifted from her shoulders and her dark mood seems lifted, she smiles and wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close and kisses me fully on the lips for the first time in weeks. This is the pattern of her life that re-emerges sometimes, it’s been almost six months now and when she goes out later, I can see she’s crossed dates out in red ink in the diary planner for several days next week. We both know what this means, it’s an unspoken message that’s become part of her very existence and not open for discussion. She’s already been on-line and booked an open-ended return airline ticket and I don’t even need to look at the destination... It’s always the same one as it has been for the last five years, it would be pointless attempting to stop her.
She seems quite relaxed this time, almost excited somehow, I guess she knows exactly what to expect by now and I’m sure he will have some surprises ready for her, he always does. We never speak his name and if she refers to him at all, it’s the Master. An understated euphemism for a man who is a real professional in his field of work when satisfying a woman’s darkest needs... and Mya has plenty of those.
Ever since I’ve know my wife she’s had a hidden dark side that rarely surfaces. She controls her feelings very well but I’ve seen another side to her. Mya has a deep unquestionable need to submit her body to pain and degradation as a means of atoning for her past sins…to exorcise her inner demons. It’s definitely not for her sexual arousal but a means of punishing herself. It’s always been agreed between us that if I choose, I can watch her torment and she’s aware of how much pleasure this brings not only me, but all the voyeurs that have a desire to share in her pain and torment. She told me it makes it more real knowing she’s being watched and as always, she’s reassures me that the ‘Master’ will send me the encryption code to the video link so I can view her being violated.
I feel dejected. Reduced to nothing but a long distance fractured cuckold voyeur. As I help her pack I can see she’s happier than she has been for weeks and as she waits for the taxi, she kisses me and reminds me it’s what she has to do and how important this is to her. I just hold her in the silence...I love you I whisper, as she discretely slips her wedding band into my jacket pocket, a symbolic gesture to remind me that she is no longer my wife when she is with the Master - she belongs only to him.
Day One
The house feels so lonely now without her and I sleep fitfully and anxiously while I wait the interminable wait... checking the computer in my office every hour with the blinds drawn for news of her existence, I wait for the video feed, I don’t even know if it’s streaming live or a recording? …I never know. Finally the silence is broken and my heart races as I see the email appear, I’m immediately on alert and excited, but a part of my very soul feels a dark shadow of dread passing over me knowing what I’m going to witness on my screen.
I click on the link and nervously type in the Pin code and immediately I can see images appear of dark unfocused shapes moving in front of the lens as the cameraman follows the three men through the gloom into another much brighter large subterranean looking room. I’m a little anxious; I’ve never seen so many men ‘attend’ to her needs before, usually it’s only the ‘Master’ and his camera crew. I can see there in a large foreboding ‘dungeon like’ space with high cement walls and ceilings, timber frames are attached to one wall and as the camera pans over a wide shelf, I shudder as I see his collection of ‘tools of the trade’, various whips, floggers and canes together with trays of surgical equipment and various items of his cruel administrations.
The camera pans round to the right and my heart literally jumps in my chest… immediately I can see an unforgiving white light trained on my lovely wife, she’s barefoot and dressed in an incongruous short white dressing gown. Her head is held high and proud as she’s led by her arm to the centre of the room by one of the assistants, as all the other men, dressed head to toe in black, she looks like a virgin being led to her public torture and execution!… It’s a truly frightening image.
She is manoeuvred into position directly in front of a professional looking mounted camera in addition to the shoulder cam held by the cameraman. Her hair is brushed straight and she’s applied makeup making her look quite presentable almost demure and as always (to me anyway) very desirable. Her face doesn’t betray the fear I know she must be feeling deep in her soul as the cord is untied and her gown is slowly pulled away from her body, revealing her beautiful pale sagging breasts and flabby belly hanging over white lacy panties, I can clearly see the word ‘WHORE’ written in large letters across her upper chest in bright red ink…marking her as distinctly as any tattoo…. my God, my cock is literally throbbing in anticipation, I’m excited but feel such a fucking deviant, no better than those men watching her in anticipation of her suffering.
The Master roughly grips her arm and kicks her legs apart with his boot, her wrists are being secured by straps to a bar above her head, chained to a fixing high up in the ceiling which is hoisted upwards, I shudder and take a sharp intake of breath hoping to calm myself and as I lean forward, my senses are on full alert as the cameraman moves around capturing every inch of her familiar body. The thousands of pixels on my large screen display the bright sharp image of her pale vulnerable body dressed in just white panties, secured and twisting hopelessly awaiting her fate. The camera switches to a fixed image and I’m suddenly alarmed to see a banner briefly scroll across the bottom of the screen “Five thousand and counting!”… I’m shocked to read how many guys have paid money to login and masturbate to watch my wife suffering like this and I’m painfully aware they will be wanting their moneys worth. I stare at the screen feeling strangely detached, I somehow feel proud of her and letting my robe fall open, I’m daring myself not to stroke my already hardening cock as I see her Master walk up and down inspecting her inviting womanly body. In contrast to her milky pale skin his completely black clothing looking extremely menacing.
Facing her, he pulls on a pair of black nitrile gloves and grips her large breasts hard, pulling at each of her nipples and then I watch fascinated as his hands explore her beautiful curves. There is something mesmerising and very sexually arousing watching another man intimately exploring your wife’s body with his hands, he certainly loved holding and groping her overhanging belly fat and it wasn’t long before his nitrile clad finger found its way into her cunt and I’m surprised to see her reaction is to smile and slowly grind her hips against his finger, she’s playing with him, taunting him almost. Withdrawing his finger he brings it up to her lips so she can savour her own unique sweet musky aroma as I watch her sucking his outstretched black finger like a whore.
I know that she’s not allowing her body to be violated like this for sexual pleasure or arousal, shes not a masochist as such, she’s giving her body and soul for punishment… she needs to be severely punished and corrected and this is the only way she knows how. Perhaps only her and myself truly understand that.
He lifts his forefinger towards his assistant who momentarily disappears from view while the Master continued to enjoy fondling and groping her breasts but what really catches my eye is the horse riding crop that’s been handed to him. Holding it in his gloved hand he taking pleasure in tracing the leather tongue over her soft skin, lingering over her large hanging breasts, flicking his wrist to deliver stinging strokes on her ass and stomach as he circles her. Her smile quickly disappears as I watch her flinch as the pattern of warm up flick increases. Suddenly he reaches round roughly grabbing a handful of her long red hair pulling her head back before drawing back phlegm in the back of his throat and forcefully releasing a torrent of spit right into her beautiful face! Huge globules of phlegm dribble down her cheek and neck. I’ve seen men do this to a woman before to show their total disgust and disrespect and it’s clear this was his intention as he’s starting to break her, but what he doesn’t realise of course is that she’s been broken for some time.
He reaches forward with his black gloved hand and lifts up one of her pendulous milky white breasts before expertly delivering a hard stinging swipe to her right nipple. The camera zooms in capturing the exquisite pain on her face, mascara and spittle running as silent tears streak down her beautifully contorted face. This is pure torture for her and incredible sexual pleasure for the ever increasing number of deviant men watching her on their screens around the world and I’m momentarily ashamed to realise that I’m one of them.
He continues walking round her mature restrained body, her fleshy udders sagging down ready to accept the inevitable stinging pain delivered by numerous well placed blows from the leather tongue of the horse crop. Her head is hanging down now as she silently suffers each relentless strike, he expertly delivers a well placed blow on her overhanging belly quickly followed by another between her open legs, she screams in exquisite pain and I can see her contorted face clearly on my screen desperately fighting her many demons.
“That’s just a warm up bitch” he spits as he signals to his assistant to hand him a fearsome looking flogger… OMG! I can hardly believe what I’m seeing as he grips the handle of the multi tail black flogger. I watch transfixed as he circles her hanging vulnerable body, running the long ‘Falls’ between his fingers directly in front of her wide terrified eyes, “I wonder how many women have been flogged with this beauty” he says caressing the fearsome rubber tendrils then walking behind her running the back of his hand over the smooth unblemished skin of her back, assessing her vulnerability he stands back then expertly judging the distance takes a ‘royal stance’, he unleashes a sickening lash to her vulnerable exposed white skin.
I heard the dull ‘thud’ first then her screams, she barely has time to recover her senses before a second fearsome lashing is delivered leaving a red mark across her back. I’m fully aware this guys very experienced as I watch him consistently work the same areas of her exposed skin, concentrating on the areas protected by her body fat, particularly her ass then the back of her thighs before working her body avoiding any unwanted ‘wrap around’. He steps away for a moment as his assistant lowers the securing chain a few inches allowing her feet to fully touch the cold concrete floor before releasing the leg spreader bar and pulling down her dirty panties. Using his foot he forces her to open her legs as wide as possible ready for the masters next assault and she didn’t have to wait long as standing behind her, he lifted his strong arm and unleashed his expertise… the wide flat rubber flails snaking between her legs finding her inner thighs and sensitive cunt lips….she screamed pitifully now and writhed hopelessly against her restraints, her abused body shaking in mild shock.
I was stroking my pathetic cock harder now, basic instincts taking over flooding my brain with endorphins as my deviant pleasure exploded.
He continued working her whole body now, delivering sickening thudding blows to every safe area of her skin available, only avoiding her and face. Her quivering ass cheeks were showing bright red punishing marks as watched him work her large breasts with his expertly positioned ‘less severe’ lashing, watching her soft breasts submit to his punishment literally pushed me over the edge, I was yelling at the screen willing him to punish her harder with each damaging blow.
She’s certainly no stranger to being flogged and has been whipped with a bullwhip on one occasion and I know from experience that she will be working through the pain as her battered body starts to release pleasurable endorphins into her system. She once described the differences of being flogged as either a stinging sensation or more of an almost pleasurable hard massaging effect depending on the chosen flogger.
After an hour or so she’s let down and released from her restraints. Her beautiful curvaceous body now showing the marks of a professional flogging and she lifts up her arms and spreads her legs as an assistant spends a few minutes moving round her body spraying a cooling mist over her abused skin giving her obvious relief. She even manages a smile for her unseen audience. I think she’s probably feeling quite proud of herself having undergone the first part of her ‘treatment’
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