If you’re having someone over for a hook up then you have to make sure you’re presenting yourself in the best possible light. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. If the person coming over has to step over piles of dirty laundry or breathe through their mouths because they can’t handle the smell, then you’re not going to get very far. You have to make sure that you’re fuller prepared to have a stranger over for the very first time. Here’s what you have to do and it’s going to apply to both genders.
Clean your apartment
Your first focus is on your house. You have to clean all of it. That doesn’t mean just brushing the dirty socks and nail clippings off of your bed. Take care of all the laundry and make sure the dishes are clean. You also have to clean the bathroom. The other person is going to have to use it at some point. Clean the piss of the floor and get rid of all the empty tampon wrappers. No one wants to be reminded that all humans are filthy animals that evolved out in the jungle.
Clean your body
Next up is your actual body. You have to make sure that your body is just as spotless as your house. Brush your teeth and take a shower. Scrub ever last inch. You know your balls? Scrub them. You know that grundle between your pussy and asshole? Scrub it. No one is going to want to shove their face down there if it isn’t clean enough to eat off of. Once you’ve made sure that it’s all nice, you can spread your legs or bend over without having to worry about what you’re putting the other person through.
Get your toys ready
Finally, you want to have all of your toys ready to go. They should in arms’ reach by the time the other person shows up. You’re also going to want to make sure that everything has fresh batteries in it. There’s nothing worse than having something die when you’re introducing a brand new person to it. On top of that, you also want condoms and any other prophylactic nearby. After you get all of that stuff squared away, it’s time to act like this clean lifestyle is the way you also live and that you’re not secretly dying from all of the work and cleaning fumes you’ve just inhaled.
No matter how long you hook up with people, you never have the kind of time that you can with a masochist. These are women who like pain and can’t really get off without it. The most important thing to understand here is that most women aren’t masochists. No one else likes pain in the way that these people do. If you go around trying to do what you do with a masochist when you’re other women then you’re probably going to end up in jail. You have to know that she’s a masochist before you start and you have to set all of the limits. If you have total permission to go for it, then this is how you do it.
Set a safe word
This is the time when you really have to make sure you have a safe word. You never know how far things are going to go the first time. You also have no idea how much she’s going to be able to take. You need to have a way for her to stop everything in its tracks. Once you hear that word, you stop. That’s it. There’s no discussion involved, you just stop.
Tie her up
You’re also going to have to bring some sort of restraint with you. That can mean rope or it can mean handcuffs. No matter what it is, make sure that no one can get out of them. If she can just twist them off then she’s no going to feel like she’s at your mercy. That’s what gets her off in the end. She has to be totally under your control and the best way to make that happen is to tie her up and handcuff her down. Nothing else will really do.
Keep it anal
There are very few real masochists out there who want to get fucked in their vaginas. It feels too good for them. More than that, it feels romantic and touchy feely. Nothing is going to turn her off faster than that. That’s why they always want it up the ass. You don’t have to hold back here. Just jam it in and they’re going to love it. You’re going to be surprised as how hard a girl can really cum from anal sex as long as you’re rough enough with it. Just go in hard and don’t hold back.
Use her
Finally, you want to walk away with her feeling like you used her the entire time you were together. You never want to worry about her orgasms unless you’re torturing her with them. If you want to see her cum until she starts crying, then go for it. It you want to gently eat her out and give her a sensual orgasm, then stop. A masochist isn’t for you. You have to take them and use them however you want. They’re there for your pleasure and that’s how they want it. Make her feel used and you might just end up with a masochist for life.
So, there I was just sitting in a bar and this stranger sits right down at my table. I wasn’t planning on meeting any friends, so it certainly took me by surprise. Of course, the really strange part was that this woman refused to look me in the eye. She just kept her head down the whole time until I told to look at me. It was realizing that I had to tell her exactly what to do that told me what was going on. This woman sitting with me was a sexual slave to her mistress. I had to ask the right questions, but I got most of the information that I needed out of her. She was a lesbian and her mistress was punishing her. On top of being a slave, she also happened to be a cuckquean. It was incredibly lucky for me that her mistress happened to be a bisexual. When those two things come together, you just never know how much fun you’re going to be able to have. Her mistress decided to punish her in the most effective way that she possibly could. She was going to punish her cuckquean slave by forcing her to watch her getting fucked good and hard by a man.
Cuckqueans like it
The thing to understand here is that cuckqueans really like the pain of knowing their partners are cheating on them. It gets them off for reasons that I’ll never understand. It all has to do with humiliation and all of the feelings that come along with it. If a cuckold is a man who’s partner cheats on him, then a cuckquean is a woman who’s partner does the same. There are more of them out there than anyone could ever know and I was headed right for a night of fun and passion with a hot one. She was skinny with giant, natural tits. You just can’t go wrong with that. She also had long hair and glasses. She had that nerdy thing going on that usually makes my dick jump up. I was just getting to the good stuff after having to spend some time figuring out who she was and what the hell she wanted from me. I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by and that meant that I had to ask the right questions at the right time.
I pressed her
“What are your mistress’s limits with me?” I asked right off the bat. I had to get that out of the way so I knew exactly how far things could go. If this woman was only offering me a handjob in the alley then I’d probably just pass it by. I was more than happy to just hang out by myself if the alternative was to give these two stroke material while I got was a handy.
“Mistress has no limits with her bull. She only asks that he spill his seed onto her perfect tummy.” She told me. That was probably the best case scenario for me.
“Why onto her stomach?” I asked, even though I was pretty certain that I already knew the answer to it.
“This slave is nauseous at the mere thought of taking a man’s seed into her body. Her mistress will see her do it to teach her a lesson that stays with her.” She said.
It was just like I thought. This girl was so far gone down the lesbian rabbit hole that she couldn’t even bear the thought of someone cumming inside her. I was more than happy to do as her mistress wished.
Cosplay is required
I feel like I have to explain the language that’s being used here. It’s not exactly how most people would talk. That’s because when it comes to master/slave relationships, there’s a certain amount of cosplay involved. These people take it all very seriously and they see themselves as being different from other, normal people. They use words and speak in ways that come off as old fashioned. Most of them think that it has to do with speaking in a proper way. Of course, it’s not really proper so much as just a way to play with each other. When you find m/s couples that like to live it 24/7, they’re always talking this way. It’s what does it for them and I know how to play the game. I don’t mind it at all. If it’s what they’re into and it’s what gets them off them I’m all for it. You just have to remember to not break character when you’re doing it. Just a reminder of what these people are actually doing to each other in the real world is usually enough to break the spell and turn everyone off real quick.
I wanted to see her
I figured at this point that it was time to get a look at the mistress. If she was butch and nasty then there was really no point in continuing. She seemed to be the one that I was going to be fucking. I wouldn’t be able to do it if she was what you think of when you think of a femdom. I can barely get it up when a woman is 10 or 20 pounds overweight. Wrap that all in leather and you have a sure way to keep me chaste for the rest of my life.
“I’ll see your mistress. Point her out.” I told her and she obeyed. She turned to the side and pointed out her mistress. I can’t say that I was disappointed. She was tall and had a body that could probably make me cum from across the room. She was dressed in a long leather skirt that ended just above her knee. She has long, raven black hair and pale skin. If you have a thing for goth girls then she’s be the one that makes you lose your mind. She was seated at her own table and I decided to move things forward.
I went in for it.
“Okay, I agree. Bring me to your mistress.” I told her.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.” She responded, l but I could tell that she wasn’t happy about it. Her face fell when I told her that I’d do it. It was clear that she was hoping I’d pass up on the offer, but it wasn’t really something that she was supposed to like. She got up and looked right back down to the floor. I grabbed my drink and followed behind her until we got to her mistress’s table. She was sitting in the opposite corner with her legs crossed. She smiled at me as I walked up and motioned to the seat across from her.
“I take it you’re interested, then? Has my slave made my intentions clear?” She asked.
“Oh, I think so.” I said. “This slave made the mistake of wanting to eat your pussy and you decided that she needs to be punished for it. I and my… thick, hairy manhood… are that punishment.”
She laughed at that and looked at her slave. She could tell that part came right from her.
Setting terms
It’s always best to set your terms for a hook up before you get to bedroom. That’s especially true when it’s a hook up that’s set as deep into the fetish world as this one was. No one can know everything, so the more time you spend hashing it all out, the better it’s going to be. There’s nothing worse than getting into it with someone only to find out that they’re not interested in doing what you want to do. Since we were all just sitting right there in the bar, I was going to use it all to my advantage. I wanted to make sure that it was all laid before we got down to it and there was no way that I was going to do it all through the slave girl. That would have been a terrible idea. I had to go right to the source and find out what she had in mind for us. I still had plenty of time to back out if I didn’t like where things were heading. As soon as she started talking about treating me like a slave or a gimp, I was going to pull the cord and go right back to sitting by myself for the rest of the night.
More next time
I’ll tell you more about it next time. I want to make sure that I’m explaining as much of this lifestyle as I possibly can while I go on. If you ever find yourself in a situation like this, it’s best you have a good understanding of the basics. You can fill out your knowledge later on, but no one is going to deal with a total newcomer to the whole thing. That’s just the way that it is the fetish world.
I told you what a cuckquean is last time. If you don’t remember, it’s the female version of a cuckold. Just so where’ all clear, a cuckold is a man whose wife is sexually unfaithful, often regarded as an object of derision. Like I said last time, it’s the derision that makes it a fetish for him. That means that he’s being humiliated by the whole thing. That’s what gets him off. He loves the fact that she’s fucking other men because it makes him feel like shit and that’s what he jerks it to. Just like a cuckold, a cuckquean is the female version of the cuckold. You’ll have to hit up the Urban Dictionary to get the definition, but it’s accurate. According to them, a cuckquean is a wife who is compliant in her fetish for her husband’s unfaithfulness or adultery or the female equivalent of the male cuckold. It comes from the Old English word cwene, meaning Queen. The true cuckquean will be a willing participant in the sex act between the husband and the third part female and may be subjected to humiliation and degrading sexual acts by both husband and partner. She’s the woman of my dreams and I’ve had the fortune of hooking up with a few of them over the years. One of the best times is what I started talking about last time.
I was alone at a bar
It was the middle of the week and I was alone at a bar. I was sitting at a table in the corner and just enjoying myself. I had my eyes on my phone when I felt the table move. I looked up and there was this strange woman sitting with me. I had never seen her before and I had no idea who she was. She had a skinny body and big tits and I was at half chub just looking at her. She also have a long face and wore big glasses. Anyone who’s into the whole nerd or librarian thing would have bust a nut right then and there. Anyway, I was ogling her for a few minutes and she never said a thing. In fact, she never even looked up at me. She just kept her eyes down at the floor the whole time. It wasn’t until I decided that I had to speak up that I got any reaction out of her at all.
I started off slow.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
I really had no idea how else to open up a conversation. It’s not every day that someone just sits at your table and says nothing. I have to say that I was extremely relieved when she finally spoke and didn’t slur her words at all.
“Yes, sir. I’m very sorry to bother. I didn’t want to interrupt you, but I’ve been ordered to do it as my punishment.” She said.
She was very formal in the way that she spoke. It was as if she had been trained to speak to other people in a certain way that showed respect and submission to them. I’m not sorry that I was able to pick up on this right away. I’ve been with more submissive women than I can possibly count and the trained ones always come off this way. I knew what kind of person she was right away and I knew exactly how to play into it. The first thing I’d have to do is give her permission to look up at me. She wasn’t going to do it on her on and I was going to have a hell of a time understanding her is she kept talking to the table.
I stepped into the role
“Look at me when you speak.” I said.
I made sure that it was causal and not from a place of a lot of authority. Dominants really hate it when you try to order their submissive around and I was well aware of that. Luckily, she just looked up at me and thanked me. It was that simple. She was clearly incredibly submissively in every single way. It wasn’t just to whomever owed her, either. She saw everyone as being above her. That meant that she was naturally going to submit to anyone she crossed paths with. That always puts you in a position of power with them, but you have to watch it. I’m sure that I could have just told her to get under the table and suck my dick right there. As long as she didn’t have any orders against it, she would have. The problem is that I’d be overstepping my bounds with her owner and that’s always a shit show just waiting to happen. It was in my best interests to simply use this time to figure out what was happening.
I pressed on
“That’s too bad.” I said. “What did you do to get punished?”
A look of shame definitely crossed her face at this point. That gave me a whole lot of information to use in figuring out what was going on. It told me that she was extremely trained. It’s one thing for a submissive to apologize for doing something they were told not to do, but its’ absolutely another to actually be ashamed of it. Just think about when someone gets caught doing something. Most people are just sad that they got caught. It takes someone with actual self-awareness to know that what they did was wrong and to be ashamed of doing it. That’s why politicians and celebrities pretty much only apologize for getting caught. They lack even the most basic self-awareness of their misdeeds. I’m getting off track. Though. I just think that it’s important to really understand the mentalities at play here. It goes a lot deeper than most people believe and it takes a lot to understand that this woman actually liked what was happening to her. It’s more than a surface enjoyment, though. It’s a fulfilling of their souls that they just can’t do without.
She was bad for being good
It was only a matter of a second or two before she answered my question. It’s not like she was just staring at me. I just had to go on a tangent.
“I begged my mistress to allow me to pleasure her with my mouth.” She said.
That was about as telling as I needed it to be. It’s not uncommon in the slightest for a submissive to beg her dominant to let them pleasure them. It happens all of the time. It’s also not uncommon for the dominant to turn them down. What made this a little bit different was the way that it was all coming together. There was the way she refused to look up until I told her to. Then there was the way that she spoke. After that came the fact that she was being punished for just wanting to eat out whomever the hell her mistress was. All of this was telling me that this woman wasn’t a submissive. This woman was a slave, through and through and through. She was also very good at being one. I took a quick look at her throat to confirm it all and there it was. She was wearing a collar. Now I really knew who I was dealing with and I was starting to get pretty excited about the whole thing.
I brought it all home
Now it was time to unravel the rest of this mystery and figure out why I was being involved. I know it was going to be easy to figure it out now. I just had to ask the right questions.
“Why am I a part of your punishment?” I asked.
“My mistress has chosen you as a potential way to teach this slave her lesson.” She responded.
“How many other potential ways are there?” I knew I wouldn’t get a straight answer here, but I figured I’d ask to see how high up on the list I feel.
“This slave is not allowed to pretend up understand the mind of her Mistress. This slave only does as this slave is told.” She said, giving me exactly the answer I figured I’d get.
“Okay,” I said, leaning in close to her. “How am I to help teach you a lesson, slave?”
“By fucking this slave’s Mistress with his thick, hairy man parts while this slave is forced to serve.”
More next time
That was obviously the big turning point of the night and I knew that I was up for some fun. There was just something about the way that she said “thick, hairy man parts” that explained a lot. Not only did she choose to use those words, but she said them with disdain. That let me know that she was a full on dyke and her mistress was really punishing her by making her help her fuck a guy. That just got me really into the idea and I’ll let you know what happened after that next time.
If I could choose one type of fetishist to hook up with for the rest of my life then it would a cuckquean. These are filthy little perverts that I love more than any others out there. I’m sure that not everyone knows what a cuckquean is, so I’ll explain. You probably already know what a cuckold is. It’s a man whose wife is having sex with other people. In fact, the actual definition is: a man whose wife is sexually unfaithful, often regarded as an object of derision. It’s that addition of derision to the wife’s unfaithfulness that turns the whole thing into a fetish for him. What’s derision? Well that’s simply contemptuous ridicule or mockery. That means that the man is being humiliated by his wife having sex with other people. He loves the feeling of being so pathetic that his wife has to go out and get laid by someone else and that brings us back to the original term. What is a cuckquean? It’s the female version of the cuckold. You’ll have to hit up the Urban Dictionary to get the definition, but it’s accurate. According to them, a cuckquean is a wife who is compliant in her fetish for her husband’s unfaithfulness or adultery or the female equivalent of the male cuckold. It comes from the Old English word cwene, meaning Queen. The true cuckquean will be a willing participant in the sex act between the husband and the third part female and may be subjected to humiliation and degrading sexual acts by both husband and partner.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise
So, realistically, what does all of this mean? It means that if I were to ever settle with a single person, she would have to be a cuckquean. It would have to be a woman who loves being humiliated by the fact that I’m fucking as many other women as I want behind her back. In fact, I’d like to take it even further. There’s a whole subset of cuckqueans that get off on never getting off. They want to be treated like they’re so undeserving of their husbands that they can’t even get laid by them. It doesn’t matter how desperate the guys get. They’re never going to lower themselves to having sex with their wives. It works for everyone involved. Not only would I get to fuck as many other women as I want but I’d also never have to put in the work of making my wife cum. That gets really boring really quickly. I need my sex to be interesting and you just can’t get that with a wife. The sex is the same thing over and over again and you just can’t stand having it anymore. That’s the kind of life I need.
I knew a guy
Just to really get my point across, I’ll tell you about a guy I know. He had a cuckquean for a wife. She was also that kind of cuckquean who wanted to be despised by her husband. He would never touch her, no matter how hard up he happened. Of course, no matter how much you want to avoid it, at some point, you’re going to give in. It’s like fucking the fat girl at the bar. You’re horny and desperate and you’re willing to close your eyes and cover your nose and give it to her. He found a way around all of that, though. When he was super desperate, he had a Fleshlight on standby. He wouldn’t use it on himself, though. He would humiliate his wife by making her use it on him. He was horny, but he would literally make her fuck him with a fake pussy before he ever shoved his dick inside hers. That’s some hardcore shit and I fucking love it.
He was a master at humiliation
I still have to talk about the things he did because they’re what I attain to. He took it to such a level that it would destroy any healthy person’s mental state. It all came down to one of his favorite things to do. He would go out and fuck his favorite mistress until he was exhausted and ready for bed. Then he would show up back at his house but he was would have something with him. He would head home on those nights with his mistress’s used bra and panties and tell his wife to put them on. That way, he’d be able to smell his mistress in bed next to him instead of his wife. We would humiliate her on a level that would be torture for anyone who wasn’t getting off on the whole thing. It was all consensual and it was all amazing. If I could make that my life then I’d be a very happy man.
I’ve gotten close
Although I’ve never been able to live it all out as a married man, I’ve been able to play around with the whole thing a few times. There’s one time that sticks out in my mind as one of the better ones. It’s probably because I was actually the other man. That makes it sound like I was fucking the wife of a cuckold, which I’ve done many, many time, but not this one. I was, in fact, able to fuck the wife of a cuckquean. That’s because the couple I’m talking about was a lesbian couple. The dominant lesbian was more than happy to give her submissive wife what she wanted. She humiliated her all of the time and fucked around as much as she wanted. Luckily for me, the dominant wife was bisexual. The cuckquean was a full on lesbian, but she knew well enough to do anything that her wife told her to do. If she didn’t then it never would have been as much fun as this whole thing ended up being. Believe me when I tell you that this was a fun time for everyone involved.
I was at a bar
Anyway, this whole thing started one night when I was at a bar. It was in the middle of the week, so there weren’t a ton of people in there. Actually, this is a good tip. If you ever want to get yourself into some trouble, or some fun, go to a bar in the middle of the week. That’s when adventurous souls are usually about. The normal people out there can’t drink in the middle of the week. When you’re a little off to the point of doing what these women did, then you’re more than okay with getting shitfaced on a Wednesday. So, there I was, just sitting at a table and minding my own business. I was a few beer in and just fucking around on my phone when I felt the table move. It shifted up and then back down again. I was a little shocked, to say the least, and looked up to see what the fuck was going on. It turned out that the table moved because a total stranger had decided to sit down at my table with me. I had no idea who she was, but that would change very soon.
I took her in
I took a minute to look at her and figure out what I was dealing with. It didn’t seem like she was drunk. That wouldn’t have surprised me in the least. She wasn’t though, but it was kind of difficult to tell. She kept her eyes down the entire time I was looking at her. It was like she had been trained to never make eye contact with anyone. I could still get a good look at her, though. She had shoulder length brown hair that was straight and in a ponytail. Her body was skinny but hot. She had a really nice set of tits on her. There’s really nothing better than a skinny body and big tits and I could already feel my cock start to pulse just looking at them. I could also tell that she had a longish skinny face with big glasses. In fact, if you’ve ever seen that Cock commercial about nerds and remember the girl with glasses who plugs something in, this was an exact copy of her. I have to say that I was intrigued right away and I was really hoping that she was in the market for some dick rather than just some drunk college whore who happened to sit down at the wrong table after puking her ass off in the restroom.
More next time
I’ll let you know what happened next time. This was just the start of it all and I had a really good time that night. I had to spend a lot of time explaining what the hell a cuckquean is, but it was worth it. In fact, if there’s anyone reading this that also happens to be a cuckquean, then send me a message! I think we can have a good time together!
