The quality of submissives, slaves and cuckolds in Manhattan are unlike any other place. Maybe it’s because of the sheer volume of people, which is quite likely a factor, but there’s also an openness about sexuality, fetishes and alternative lifestyles that you don’t see in other cities.
We met two new cuckolds, generous and quite submissive. There’s nothing quite like getting a pathetic submissive so worked up and then denying him the pleasure he so craves.
Cuck #2, as we’ll call him for this writing, showed with flowers and a small gift. Meeting at the bar, he presented his offering and asked permission to sit, which was granted in a very dismissive manner. The bartender immediately noticed, as did the two patrons sitting just off to the corner. Once allowed to sit, he was told to order a cranberry & vodka, no lime, which he did, all the while, playing the part magnificently. His existence was a mere inconvenience because the Bull sitting across the room was the target of desire.
This was a man who could satisfy and as the evening progressed, they started to talk and became increasingly less concerned with the cuck and more intent on satisfying their hedonistic pleasures at the expense of this useless cuckold.
Upon arriving in the hotel room, the cuck was ordered to fluff the Bull, humiliating even further. The Queen slowly raised the zipper that went from the hem of her skirt to the waist, exposing a panty-less ass. The Queen’s heels, a finely crafted pair of Louboutin shoes, shined to perfection and a true indicator of the Queen’s sophistication. As the cuck fluffed the Bull, she watched approvingly. As she cinched the harness to her waist and thighs, she became aroused, reached over, grabbed the Bull by the back of the head and kissed him passionately, intentionally stepping on the cuck’s chest.
The cuck was ordered to get off the floor and bend over the bed. The “do not disturb” sign was intentionally left off the door with the knowledge that the staff would pay an afternoon visit to make sure the room was clean. This frightened and excited him both. Once he was on the bed, the Queen positioned herself on all fours, with her pussy just inches from his face. The Bull mounted her from behind, rhythmically and slowly pounding her and gradually pounding harder and harder until her ponytail swung from side to side and the cuck’s excitement grew to the point of orgasm. She grabbed his throat with her gloved hand and squeezed, cutting off the air.
“You don’t breathe until he cums, so hope it happens soon”, she snarled at him, her fingers tightening. Now, the Bull was pounding rapidly and more intensely and she could feel the beginning of her first orgasm. Sessions like this typically brought on multiple and ever increasing orgasms, sometimes ten or more. She exploded and immediately began to feel the next and the next and the next. Now the cucks face was red because of the lack of oxygen and she gripped even harder and she felt the Bull’s cock starting to throb and the frequency of his thrusts slowing, indicating he was close to a massive explosion inside of her. Within a minute, she felt that explosion and gripped the cuck’s neck even tighter telling him, “now you’re going to taste him” letting the cum drip from her pussy and onto his face.
And then he was ordered to leave. “Maybe I’ll come home tonight, but not likely. I’d rather spend it with a real man”.