Women Are The Epitome Of Love!

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Recently, I went to an exhibition where I saw a painting showing four women, captioned “Four Generations” and the floodgates of thoughts opened in my mind about what the world of women is made of. This painting had a pretty woman in her twenties, a prettier girl of about five to six years and two of the prettiest old women in their early sixties. What attracted me the most was these sexagenarians who had an aura about them and were depicting something like been there and done that. Thanks to them they reminded me of my mother, sister, aunts and a whole lot of females who keep alive and continue the chain of the human species.

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My dad’s job was just to put an X or Y chromosome in the womb of my mother and then vanish from the scene. She had to nurture that seed there, take care, no bending, no running, no dancing, no twisting, no turning and no foolhardy business lest she could abort me. Eat proteins and healthy food not because she liked it but for me to be born healthy and with all the limbs and organs intact and working. She was past prime of her youth when she conceived me and had a risk of an unhealthy fetus.

I was sucking her bloodstream for all the food, oxygen and water, and in return I was giving her all the waste back. I was growing like a monster day by day by being gluttonous like a maggot and was kicking her and punching her from inside, at my will, and making her puke, cramp, nauseate, but still she was an epitome of love. When I felt enough of that dark room and wanted to come out I literally tore her apart putting her in excruciating pain, torment and agony of the labor. Crushing her stomach, giving her back pain and knocking the wind out of her. She was bent upon birthing me naturally and did not want to cut herself open to ease the pain. With no painkillers at her disposal she showed me the light of the day, and I? Stupid as I was, I sucked at her breasts like I never had food in my short span of nine months.

In spite of my ingratitude, she hugged me, smothered me with kisses as though I was her prized possession. And she took care of me from all the angles till I was old enough to clean my own bum.  She used to call me “mera pyara beta” (my sweet child). Did I deserve it? When later in life I realized what women went through, I started calling her “ your majesty “ a maxim I use for respect and love for women. She was majestic.

I don’t know who said “Frailty, thy name is woman” but I sure know he did not know how challenging it is to be a woman.  Have you ever heard of something called Mother Nature? Oh yeah, she blesses a woman with the arrival, every month. This friend of her hits her and she yells. If you see her sleeping, crying, consuming sweet balls, you should know, it’s her arrival. She is suffering from mood swings. One moment, she wants to laugh but the very next moment, she wants to curl up into a ball and weep. She is an unwanted guest. She also appears at the most unexpected times like an exam, trip, airport, station, office and practically anywhere.

And you know what? It was a taboo to discuss them in a puritanical society of which my mother belonged. It was just not permitted by the society to acknowledge its existence. She was considered impure, possessed, polluted and filthy and was outcast for four-five days. If she wanted me at her side, I had to do full monty and only then I could touch her.

From about the age of ten or eleven, when menstruation starts, a girl’s life is profoundly affected by the activities of the ovaries. Menstrual cramps, breast tenderness, irritability, migraines and the worst thing of all… bleeding, that lasts 5 to 6 days out of 30 days. But wait, there’s more…. Let’s add in PMS that starts a week before and the postmenstrual fatigue that comes after and see how many days of the month a girl feels “good”. And the worries the mother will go through of this tender girl… God bless her.

Add ovulation to the fray… shooting pain for 1-3 days when the ovulation actually occurs as well as the message to the vaginal mucosa to make a lot of sticky and gooey mucus. And add the worries about pregnancy to her stress level. Oh and those pesky ovarian cysts randomly causing stabbing pain that comes and goes without any warning and sometimes making her have a surgery to get relief.

Do you think it has an end? Oh yes. It has. Blissfully it will pause, calling itself menopause. Almost done with the horrors of menstruation, welcome menopause.  Welcome, signs?  No… it comes with its own baggage. Hot flashes, night sweats, vaginal dryness and again with the irritability. Now, she gets to notice hair growing on the upper lip, where it shouldn’t. The bones are cracking from the lack of estrogen and she lives in the fear of getting osteoporosis, hip fractures and some have the horrible hunch back.

95% of men do not understand the pain a woman goes through her life. In spite of these emotional breakers, she keeps you happy, takes care of the home and makes a life of a man blissful and ecstatic. Isn’t she a fantastic gift from God to us?

Let us start respecting women for all that she is.

Jonas & Mistress Eve – A Cuckolds Tale!

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CHAPTER ONE – Meeting Eve

My name is Jonas!   I was in a cuckolding relationship and want to share my story with you.  It began almost ten years ago when I was in my early thirties. Having a successful career in banking and a fiancee whom I intended to marry, everything seemed to be going along swimmingly.  Deposit on a house, owned my own prestige car, plans to have 2.4 kids. You know the story! A safe and secure existence.

Then she came along.  Even now, four years since our relationship collapsed I find it difficult to use her name.  Let’s just call her Eve!

Eve came into my bank one afternoon looking for a loan and was referred to me because of the ‘unusual nature’.  Ushered into my office by my secretary she sat on my leather banker’s lounge in front of my executive desk. I dismissed my secretary and she left the office.

Now let me tell you about Eve.  She was an Amazon standing 5 feet 11 inches tall with blonde hair that was parted on the side and fell to shoulder length.  Her eyes were a grey blue that pierced your sold – it was like she could see right through you when she looked at you. Her pouted lips had bright red lipstick applied which stood out more because of the white foundation applied.  Her nose was straight and perfect.

She was wearing a leather corset that accentuated her hourglass figure and size 36DD breasts.  The top of the corset had two straps that attached to an O’Collar neck and she was wearing leather gloves that came up to her elbows.  The pale skin on her bare shoulders and upper arms showed that she was muscular without being overly so. The skin tight shiny black pvc pants she wore left little to the imagination.

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The sight of her took my breath away.  Generally I am not a nervous type but seeing this beauty had me feeling like a school boy in front of the head mistress.  I stammered, “Hello Mrs Eve. My name is Jonas and I am the bank manager here. The loans department informed me that you have come for a loan but that it does not fit into their categories of eligibility.  May I ask you the purpose you wish to make your loan application?”

She paused, looking right at me for what seemed like minutes but was actually only seconds.  It was like she was scrutinizing me, finding my measure and it felt like I had just been found wanting.

She said, “Certainly!  You may call me Mistress Eve, Jonas.  I need a load to make a dungeon.”

I recall that I was taking a sip of my coffee when she answered me and the shock of it made me splutter and some of the hot liquid spurted and landed on my shirt and table.  I flushed red with embarrassment.

She said, “Look what you have gone and done now Jonas. You wife is not going to be at all pleased with you.  If you were my husband let me assure you that this would not be tolerated at all.”

Instead of putting her in back in her place, instead I blurted out, “I’m not married.”

She said, “Is it any wonder?  You cannot even drink a coffee without spilling it on yourself.  Surely you must see that you need someone like me to take care of you as it appears that you are having difficulty doing so yourself.’

I blushed, got angry, was embarrassed and weirdly turned on by this scenario that was playing out in the place in my life where I supposedly had the most power

I said, ‘Eve, it is irrelevant to you how I live.  You have come to me for a loan. A loan that is quite different from anything I have ever been approached for before.  To be quite honest I believe it is impossible as it would go against our moral guidelines.’

Eve said, “Jonas!  I am aware of the banks moral guidelines.  It covers adult shops, sale of pornography, brothels, prostitution, pedaphilia, beastiality and non-consentual sex.    Nowhere does it mention a Mistress wishing to upgrade her dungeon.’

I said, “Isn’t being a mistress the same as being a prostitute?’

She looked at me with those piercing blue/grey eyes.  The look on her face made me want to hide underneath the table.  It actually brought fear into my soul. She continued to look at me and eventually spoke to me, in a slow measured voice, one that was like that of a parent chastising a child and said, ‘Jonas, it is obvious that you have lived in a bubble.  Ha, lived, I should say existed and you know little if anything about the real world and what is in it. Your idea of excitement would be to watch an action movie or go to a theme park – but be too scared to go on the roller coaster. Who are you to firstly make a statement of something that you know nothing about?  Comparing being a mistress to a prostitute is like comparing a collapsible tent to the foundation of a house. There is nothing wrong with being a prostitute. But a mistress is not a prostitute.’

I apologetically said, “I’m sorry Eve’.

She said, ‘You can call me mistress!  Jonas your apology is not accepted and I would appreciate it that when you talk to me you only talk about things that you actually know about or things pertinent to this loan application.  I will explain to you that a mistress does not have sex for money. A mistress accepts gifts from clients that she looks after. A mistress takes control of her clients and does what she feels is best for them, that will give them a better and higher quality life.  She allows them to relinquish control and thereby giving the freedom to live their wildest desires. A mistress will choose whom she will have sex with and when. The sex will be to please the mistress and often she will never have sex with a client. Do you understand Jonas?’

As she said this last sentence she got up from the lounge and moved over to my side of the table and sat on the corner facing me, towering over me.  Her presence was electric and overpowering.  I could not help but feel an insatiable lust and wanted to take her here and now on my desk.  These erotic thought circled my brain and my cock stood to attention and began to throb.

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Office Desk Sex

I answered, ‘I understand Miss Eve.”

She said, “Call me mistress Jonah.  I can see down there that you have become aroused by my closeness to you.  Let it be known that nothing is going to happen down there until all this banking business if finalized.  Do you understand me Jonas?”

I said, “Yes mistress.”

She said, “Now about that loan.  If you can get your secretary to get all my details, I will be on my way. I expect it to be approved and the funds available by the end of the week.  As a bank manager you are allowed to approve a loan up to a million dollars in house and the amount will be well under that. You do not have to concern yourself about the amount or repayments – everything will be in order.  It always is with me.”

I called my secretary in and gave her instructions and she and Miss Eve left the room. Watching her rounded ass in those tight shiny pvc pants as she sashayed out of the room had my cock standing to erection again.  The lust I felt made me feel really alive for the very first time.

Everything went to her plan, the loan was approved and funds transferred at the end of that week.  I did not see her again for four weeks. Patiently I waited, hoping she would come in to thank me, to see me, to speak to me, to be with me, but she never did.  Each day passed I became more depressed, I could do nothing but think of her and the comments she made about ‘down there’. Trying to have sex with my fiancee now became a joke at best – if I could get it up I would blow in seconds – she began to ask me why.  What was I to say?

Everyday I would go to the toilet at home and at work and fap away thinking of Mistress Eve.  It was the only joy that I could derive in life. My concentration at work began to fail, I was making mistakes.  Everybody around me was concerned for my well-being as I was not functioning the way I had before – something was missing.

At the end of the fourth week I had made up my mind.  It was imperative that I meet with Mistress Eve, Her address was on the loan application as was her telephone number.  Should I ring or just turn up. I could make out that I was just checking up on the renovations and had some additional paperwork for the loan.  Going to my computer and opening her account I could see that everything was in order. She had made her weekly loan repayments and the paperwork was in order.  My decision was made – I would visit her after work and with a superfluous document I will say required her signature. That was it – the plan was hatched for me to see her again.

Ringing my fiancee to let her know I would not be able to meet up with her that evening because ‘something had come up’ proved to be a difficult conversation.  Nothing ever ‘came up’ in our relationship we led a measured and what I now know to have been a boring existence. I could come up with no excuse except that it was an important meeting I had to attend to.

As I left the bank I opened the uber app and requested a pick-up.  Within minutes I was in a car headed to the home of Mistress Eve and thought to myself ‘what the hell are you doing?’.  You have only met this person once in your office and you are now going there unannounced to her home of an evening. Second thoughts were entering my mind.

The car stopped and the uber driver said, “Your destination sir.”

I got out of the car and my mouth dropped.  The address was an old church that had been converted to a house.  It was surrounded by large trees on both sides and the rear. The front fence was metal picket with ornate patterns.  There were two concrete pillars on either side of the entry gate that stood about 8 feet tall. There was a intercom and camera on one of the concrete pillars and I pressed the intercom buzzer.

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BDSM Church

The church was gothic in design and substantial. The bell tower and spire reached skywood and I could not help but take in the solid double timber doors that allowed entry into the building.  These doors had stained glass windows on either side and above and I could see a gentle light trickling through.

The intercom crackled to life and I heard Mistress Eve’s voice say, “Yes, who is it?”

I said, “Mistress Eve, it’s Jonas from the Bank.  I have a document you must sign.”

There was a pause and after a minute or so she said, ‘Can it not wait until Monday?  I can come into the bank then.’

Gaining courage I said, ‘It is quite important.’

She said, “Alright then, come in.’

The gate then buzzed releasing the electronic lock and I walked towards the front doors.  A sweet pungent unmistakable smell of jasmine came from the garden. As I walked up the five steps to the doors I again heard a buzzing sound of the electronic locks from the front door disengaging it.  Another surveillance camera was directed to this entry vestibule. My courage was waning but I continued on. As the doors opened I was greeted with the huge open plan of the living area of the church. Towards the rear of the church a second level had been built that I assumed would hold the bedrooms.  Underneath this was a huge galley kitchen with concrete bench tops, breakfast bar and lots of stainless steel appliances. Mistress Eve sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar and I walked towards her across the vast expanse of the open living area. It must be a similar feeling to a dead man walking as she seemed to look at me with feigned interest.  It made me feel small and insignificant.

Finally, I stood before her.  She said nothing, she did not offer me a chair or a drink.  Just sat there looking at me and it seemed like she had a glint of amusement in her eye.  Like when a cat is playing with a mouse. I said, ‘Mistress Eve, there is a document that my secretary failed to get you to sign.  Sorry for the intrusion but the loan was, may I say, a little unusual, and I do not want this getting back to head office for obvious reasons.’

She continued to look at me.

I said, ‘So if I just get you to sign the document here!”

She continued to look at me, without moving.  Finally she said, “Jonas, you and I both know that there is no document that needs signing.  Everything is in order as it always is. You have realised that your pathetic life is meaningless and have come here in the hope that perhaps I can bring meaning into your life.  That you will find a real purpose and to experience more or at least something.’

I broke in, “I assure you….”

She spoke sternly, ‘Jonas do not speak whilst I am.  You will listen to what I have to say without interruption.  After I have finished if I wish it you can respond. If I do not you won’t.  Do you understand Jonas?”

I said, “Yes Mistress Eve’.

She said, ‘Okay then.  I knew you would come. It was unclear when but I could see your life was meaningless and you sought direction.  Up until now I have been thinking if I should help your pathetic existence or not but as you did get me the loan I figured why not – it should be a challenge.  I want you to become my cuckold. My previous one I disposed of a few months ago and I am desirous of having my cuckold look after me. Do you know what a cuckold is Jonas?”:

I said, “No, not really.”

She said, “I am not going to go in details now as I have a client waiting for me in the dungeon right now as we speak.’

Feelings of jealousy and anger went through me knowing there was another in the church with us now.

She laughed, “Your face is easy to read.  What did you think that I had been waiting for you and only you.  You are pathetic!”

I said, “How can you say…”

She said even more sternly, “ENOUGH!!  Did I already not tell you to speak only when asked to?  You are not giving me confidence in your insubordinate start.  Anyway continuing on, in short a cuckold is a man that serves his mistress.  His mistress will control him and choose if and when he is allowed to have sex or in fact even please himself.  Do you want me to be your mistress and you be my cuckold?”

Without thinking of the repercussions I immediately said, “Yes, mistress.”

She said, ‘Good, so listen carefully as I am only going to say this once.  A cuckolds life is not always easy so in order to make sure that we can make this relationship work we need you to undertake some cuckolding training.  If you complete your training successfully we will enter into a mistress and cuckold contract. This contract will protect you and I in this relationship. In the meantime you should prepare to get all your affairs in order as after we enter into the contract you will have to move in here with me.  Your old life will be no more. Do you understand this?”

The impact of what she said hit me.  My life would be totally different and eagerly I embraced it.  I said, “Yes I understand.”

She said, “Leave now then.  I will contact you sometime next week by phone at the bank and tell you when your cuckolding training will commence.”

I said, “Of course mistress” and left.


Jonas needs to be free from his fiancée so that he can undergo his cuckolding training.


Mistress Eve gives all of herself to Jonas for one night only.


Mistress Eve calls Claire to see the chained up Jonas.  Claire and Mistress Eve get it on in front of him.


Mistress Eve begins Jonas’s cuckold training in earnest


Jonas enters into his cuckold contract.


Mistress Eve is the keyholder for Jonas’s first male chastity device.


Mistress Eve locks up Jonas in a cell and uses time torture on him.


Mistress Eve takes Jonas to a BDSM event where he is publicly humiliated.


Mistress Eve has group sex and then dresses Jonas in women’s clothing and pegs him.

Teasing Or Torture! Which is It?

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He brushes his fingers in between your thighs, a smile overcomes your face and you giggle, he lingers there just for a moment then takes it back. Your concentration should be on the road ahead of you but you glance at him in approval. Moments later he pokes your side for any random reason again you giggle and glance at him.

He slaps your thigh, and tingles are sent through your body. You lose yourself for just a moment…

Playful teasing is all about creating the tension, tension that is a turn on because he uses any excuse just to touch you.

He goes in for a kiss you stand there and lightly embrace it for just a moment, then pull away. Smile at him in an oh so ever cheeky way and linger for a moment looking at him until he grabs you again and pulls you in. let him kiss you again, but change it up take control slightly and bite his lip just a little, then pull away again.

He will be bewildered, inside he will want you more than ever, show him that cheeky side and leave that lasting impression that nothing is ever as easy as it seems.

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Tension is the feeling of being pulled towards someone, but it is also experiencing resistance. You have a sexual desire to be with each other but delaying it can be the most exhilarating way to build the tension and end result.

The art of teasing is to give just a little and then take it away, and always leave them wanting more. It may be surprising to some but women are mostly in their heads. By penetrating her mind and thoughts you can begin to make an effect on her.

Tension is a thing that starts in the mind and spreads through the body.

The benefits of flirting

Flirting makes us feel good, and when we feel good we want to continue to feel this way. Butterflies give that spark to a relationship and nothing makes butterflies stronger than with sexual tension and teasing. That anticipation can sometimes be more exciting and fulfilling than the actual act itself.

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What can playful teasing involve?

There are many aspects to playful teasing and can include:

  • Play fighting
  • Thumb wrestling
  • Tickling
  • Ass spanking
  • Hair pulling
  • Nipple squeezing
  • Humiliation
  • Bantering

Anything can be teasing as long as it’s in a light-hearted manner.

What does playful teasing say about you?

Teasing sends all the right messages; age is irrelevant it will always turn women and men on.  Through the art of teasing you are subtly letting the person know a few things:

  • You like them
  • You find them attractive
  • You are interested sexually
  • You are confident
  • You are comfortable with them
  • You are fun to be with
  • You see this person as your equal.

These are powerful abilities to have because the power of attraction is always linked to the power of mystery and what’s coming next. You can practice your playful teasing skills on a date!

Sexual tension is the most powerful tool in your arsenal.

If you want your man to be obsessed with and constantly thinking about you, sexual tension is the most powerful tool you can use. Even if you’re not completely confident in bursting out into wales of erotic flirting, subtle hints and messages also work with no issues and more mystery. A sneaky text message or whisper into his ear stating “I hope you behave yourself tonight” leaves everything up to the imagination. Allowing his mind to wonder and fill in all the possibilities of what “behaving” he and you will be doing.

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Physically teasing him is giving him almost what he wants. Pull him close, almost kiss him and linger at his lips then back away and give a little cheeky giggle or smile. Brush past him and either touch him gently somewhere intimate like the neck, ear, butt, inner thigh and when he reacts act like you didn’t do anything, say a cheeky “what?”.

Eye contact is always the subtlest way to build the allure of sexual tension. Being able to make eye contact is powerful especially when your facial expressions match your desire for him or if you quietly whisper something sexual just enough for him to do a double take.

Let it build, slow and steady wins the race

Not to mention the pure act of teasing your man is also working on you as well and the desire becomes even more heated, and eventually, when you do break well you get the picture….

Go ahead… release that sexual tension. You can even playfully tease your partner with sex toys.

Morgan x

Author: Morgan is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

My Lucid Dreaming Made Sex Last For Hours

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One rainy morning I woke up from an incredibly erotic dream during which my boyfriend Ben made love to me for hours on end. It felt like he had been going all night whilst I slept and I felt my face flushed with a huge smile the second I woke. It was a familiar dream that I had many times previously and I usually woke to find myself with a dripping wet pussy and bursting with an almost unbearable hunger to be fucked for hours on end.

This was quickly followed by frustration at the reality of mine and Ben’s sex life. You see, Ben was an incredible lover who never failed to make me orgasm however he had an issue with the length of time he could fuck me for. The longest we’d had sex for over the 2 years we had been together was 45 minutes, with this a far stretch from the 20 minutes he usually lasted. Ben would want to fall straight asleep the split second he came which annoyed the crap out of me because I always wanted to go all night!

I rolled over to Ben for a morning snuggle and found him wide awake grinning from ear to ear. “You must have had some interesting dreams last night,” he said whilst sniggering. “You kept me awake for most of the night with your moaning.” “Ahh sorry babe, another one of those dreams” I said, feeling guilty that I’d kept him up. “Don’t apologize my love, it was super sexy, I ended up rubbing my cock until I came at like 2am” he said with a slight blush in his cheeks. “Oh wow, look at you, masturbating next to a sleeping woman” I laughed, turned on by the thought of my man cumming next to me in the middle of the night without knowing it.

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“You keep having that dream don’t you?” he asked.  I nodded, aware that I had shared it several times before with him. “It’s probably a good idea for me to do something about fulfilling this fantasy for you don’t you think?” he said, ever so seriously.  I sniggered at his suggestion, thinking that there was no way he could satisfy this one for me. “I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for it to happen” I said as I gave him a cheeky wink.

The day went on as usual and like many times before, I kept the fantasy from my dream alive to get me through the tedious tasks at work. I got a message from Ben saying that he was going to be a little late picking me up from work that evening but assuring me it would be worth it. “Hmmm, what’s he got up his sleeve?” I wondered with anticipation.

I hopped in the car at the end of the day, relieved to be done with work and looking forward to a night of movies on the couch cuddled up next to my man. Ben leant over to kiss me and I, only anticipated the usual quick peck on the lips, was shocked by the force and passion he used as he took my lips and tongue in a juicy embrace, he ran his fingers firmly through my hair which caused me to squirm in surrender. As he begun to slowly pull away, I opened my eyes and caught his gaze as he looked at me with a hunger to devour. “I’m happy to see you, beautiful woman. How was your day?” I always welcomed him paying me such attention at the end of his day considering he worked in such a high stress job. “My day has taken a dramatic turn as of 60 seconds ago when you kissed me like that.” I said right before I planted a juicy kiss on his lips, yearning to taste him again. “Well I’m glad that made all the difference to your day. Now, let’s get you home straight away so I can kiss you like that all over.”

As soon as we got home, Ben firmly instructed me to jump in the shower with him so he could wash my body – I loved when he was so dominant with me! As I let the warm water run down my body, Ben began soaping up my body on my front side, leaving almost no part untouched. As he ran his hands over my breasts and around my stomach, I felt a heat building in my pussy which caused my hips to circulate in anticipation of him touching me there. But he didn’t much to my disappointment. He told me to lean on the tiled wall with my arms up and ass sticking out so he could wash behind. Whenever he got closer to me, I could feel his hard cock prodding into me, begging for my touch. He made his way up my legs, spending a great deal of time on my inner thighs. The heat kept building and building almost unbearably so. He then finally placed his hands between my legs, rubbing my pussy ever so gently causing me to press hard onto his hands in order to feel satiated.

“You want to play like that do you?” he whispered in my ear as he placed his cock against my pussy lips, rubbing back and forth until I was begging him to fuck me. He willingly thrust his cock inside my welcoming pussy and fucked me in slow and fast rhythms for what seemed like a lifetime until I exploded into a quivering mess of pleasure.

“Dry yourself off and meet me in bed so I can spend the rest of the night with my cock inside that incredible pussy of yours.” “All night?!” I wondered out loud, thinking how he could possibly fulfil such a statement. Ben just looked at me with a satisfied smirk, his cock still rock hard waiting to enter me again. I believed him in that moment and true to his word, he kept me up all night, more than satisfying the hunger I had been holding all day after my dream. My sexual fantasy had turned into a real erotic story, it had come true.

The next morning, after calling in “sick” due to being absolutely exhausted from the longest sex marathon of my life, I asked Ben how he managed to keep going for such a long time. “That’s for me to know and you to never find out” he laughed. Little did he know I had already seen the bottle of QTTC Penis Sex Oil he’d left on the bathroom cabinet. This bottle of male excite oil was something that we could use over and over again…

The A-Z Of A Cuckolding Lifestyle!

A cuckold lifestyle is not for everyone

Many men find the thought of their wife becoming an adulteress threatening of their relationship.  That it is a breach of their marriage vows allowing their HotWife to fulfill her sexual needs whilst often insisting that he not only remain faithful, but often also in chastity to be had only when she deems it fit.  Relinquishing one’s power both sexually and in lifestyle can be daunting and challenging.  However, those that live a cuckold lifestyle enjoy the relinquishing of the responsibility of satisfying an often insatiable woman.

Some cuckold lifestyles are extreme and will incorporate bondage, discipline, humiliation and sadism to varying degrees.  But domination is in all cuckold relationships, and the HotWife will control just how much and what will be allowed.  There is some specific terminology used in cuckolding society and here is a basic A-Z glossary for cuckolds.

Glossary and definitions for cuckolds


The HotWife that is in a relationship or married that has an affair or affairs with other men.


A cuckold is often bound in order to further his training.  When the HotWife begins to have affairs in front of her partner he is often bound so that he cannot participate in or stop the actions.


The husband or partner of an adulteress who is an object of derision and humiliation.


The HotWife will dominate her partner or husband in all matters of sexuality that may spill over to everyday life as well.

Erotic Power Play

Used when first entering the cuckolding lifestyle and that power is given to the adulteress.


A HotWife often not only dominates her partner sexually but may also incorporate domination in other facets of lifestyle.

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Cuckold Feminzed


During punishment and humiliation exercises a HotWife often feminizes her partner by making him take on female characteristics including clothing and make-up.


CBT and Chastity play are commonly used during cuckolding sessions.


Is a woman in a relationship who is free to have sexual relationships with other men and women.

Internal Enslavement

When the cuckold is ordered by his HotWife to do something – like stand in a corner – without being bound  and will remain in that position until he is released of that command.

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A HotWife during feminization training have the man she is having an affair with top the cuckold.


When incorporating male chastity in a cuckold relationship the adulteress becomes the keyholder.


Is a person that totally becomes absorbed in the lifestyle of a particular fetish like cuckolding.


The HotSpouse when incorporating bdsm and chastity play in a cuckold relationship becomes the mistress.


The cuckold must negotiate with his HotWife when or if he be allowed to participate in any sexual activities.  This will also apply to other everyday lifestyle actions.  Negotiations can take place at different intervals of the relationship.


The cuckold must be obedient to his HotWife at all times.


If the cuckold misbehaves, is disobedient or does not please the HotWife he will be punished.  Punishments should already have been determined in the negotiation.


The same as facesitting but may incorporate the use of a chair for the comfort of the HotSpouse.


The cuckold must have respect for his partner at all times.


A cuckold is there to serve his HotWife and please her.

Total Power Exchange

Where all decisions are made by the HotWife and there is no longer any negotiation.  The HotWife has turned into a full blown mistress.

Urethral Chastity

Often used by the HotWife to punish the cuckold by inserting a solid pee stopper  so that he cannot urinate.

Voice Training

The HotWife may train the cuckold to talk a certain way during feminization or at other times in a particular manner when serving her.


A term used for newbies when they first try cuckolding until they become familiar and comfortable.


An electronic prod often used by the HotSpouse when the cuckold has been misbehaving badly.

So there are a few simple terms that are often used in cuckolding society.