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.