Imprisoned and Cuckolded

October the 15th 2007 His dick began to strain in the CB as he watched me close my eyes and work myself into a frenzy. He knew I was thinking of my Bull and how I would enjoy him tonight. For some reason it excited him watching me lying there, moaning about another man while he felt so powerless over me. “M” ordered me on my knees between me legs and grabbed the CB and began rubbing it up and down me wet lips. It was all too much; my head was spinning as I thrust me hips into me. He could feel the heat from my pussy between the slits in the CB but I could not feel him. Talk about denial, but he loved it and I knew it. I knew exactly how to cuckold him and take him to the edge. I came a few times and motioned him off and told him to think about my hot pussy the rest of the day. Around 6:00pm I started teasing him again. I was to call Gareth around 9:30pm. He was leaving Oxford by car late that afternoon and thought he would be checked into the Hilton by then. I informed him that he would be getting me ready soon to meet Gareth. I wanted him to pick out my clothes. I wanted something sophisticated with a hint of sluttiness but nothing too over the top. I wanted to tease Gareth and make him want me. I love to flirt and tease. I teased him for about half an hour and then requested he shave my pussy before my shower. I wanted to be smooth and fresh for Gareth. After shaving me he was ordered to make dinner and pick my clothes out while I showered. He made dinner and then picked out a thin black like bustier with a black blouse to cover it, black panties, black dress and black garter. A nice pair of fuck me stilettos and I approved of his choice. He thought I would leave the top open to tease him, as the bustier would push my breasts up high. I had intended for it to be covered. We ate dinner and I thought I might reward him for being so attentive to me after his flogging the other evening. He asked me what that might be and I said I might unlock him and let him masturbate whilst I was gone but that he was not to cum. He thanked me for being so kind. He loves getting himself into a cuckold state of mind whilst I am out. I finished dinner and said I would unlock him while he dried my hair and put on my make up. He eagerly accepted my kindness; as his balls were beginning to ache from the day’s teasing. After I finiId me make up “M” came back into the bedroom to dress and I could not help myself as I stroked my cock watching me. God I wanted me but I knew I couldn’t have me until later if I was lucky. I looked so lovely and adoring, I always desired me so badly when I is with otme man. I know it was just being part of a cuckold. We had this conversation many times as to why I desired me more when I dated otme men. It use to botme me and at first I thought I had just accepted me for it but as time has gone on I know now I is as much a Cuckoldress as I am cuckold. I had cuckolded the otme men in me life before me even before I knew what was called; of course the difference today is I know it and they didn’t. All I have done is to help me express who I really is and do what I really liked to do. “M” enjoys the excitement of otme men. I always has and always will. I is not a one-lover kind of woman. I enjoys variety and the process of cuckolding. I loves the power, the flirting, the teasing, the dressing sexy and then eventually the man sexually. All the while keeping me on the edge until I is finiId with him and then will have me way with me. I thought the unlocking was a good sign and maybe my punishment was over. I had threatened to spend the night with Gareth but I didn’t think I would do that now. I didn’t dare ask though or I knew I might just to teach me a lesson. I smiled at me as I lay on the bed with my hard cock in hand watching me. I got on the computer to check me mail and I am sure for any messages from him, it was almost 9:30. I picked up me cell shortly afterwards and called him. I could see the expression on me face change as I talked to him. I was smiling and I heard the joy in me voice. Gareth really excited me for some reason. I heard me ask him for his room number and said I would be there in 20 minutes. With that I stood up and walked into the living room ignoring me to get me coat. I jumped up to help me. I gave me a small peck on the lips and smiled at me (I never likes to mess up me lipstick) and said goodbye. I thought my punishment was over but now I wasn’t sure because of me aloofness when I left. I wasn’t sure if I would call me, I wasn’t sure if I would come home afterwards, I wasn’t sure if I would take pics, so I resigned myself to the bedroom to wait and watch the clock. I knew “M” and though I was cool to me, I was hot for Gareth. I fingered meself all day and kept telling me how I was going to fuck his big cock. He had offered to meet me earlier in the day for a drink, but I declined and told him to buy a bottle of wine and I would come to the room. I wasn’t interested in pleasantries and I could guess by the clock what I would be doing. It was 10 o’clock and I would be arriving at his door and he would take me coat off and his eyes would gaze upon me breasts in the bustier. I could only hope that he was pleased with my choice of dress for me. Strange, how we dress our wives wanting the otme man to desire me. I would kiss him at the door and he would invite me into the suit to the couch. He always had a suite and I knew from past meetings that they always started on the couch. He would pour me a glass of wine and I would sit sideways crossing me legs looking at him, teasing him. His prize had arrived in the form of another’s mans wife. He always liked the idea of fucking me while I waited at home. It must be a powerful feeling for the Bull to have a man’s wife be his slut while the husband waits with approval at home. My cucky angst began to rise as it was 10:15 and I knew they would begin touching each otme while finishing their glass of wine. I would not drink more then one glass, I was not there to socialize, I was there to get his cock. It’s funny how well I know me, I understand every part of me being, and I guess its part of being a cuckold from being so attentive to me every need. I see all the otme men post in mee and otme forums how they desire their wives to take another man and they won’t. If the wife only knew how me husband would transform and I would become the center of his world they would all do it. It was 10:30 now and I knew they would be in each otme’s arms, dispensing with the wine glasses. I pounded my dick hard as I thought of me kissing and rubbing him with me long red nails. I is so proud of me nails and I loves to dig them into another mans skin. I tried to read some stuff on the net and chat but time was ticking a way. It was 10:45 and by now someone would be taking his or me clothes off. I figured it would be him as I loved to suck cock and I really enjoyed his big cock in me mouth. “M” has told me Gareth is amazed at how I can deep throat him and I was sure I was taking his thick prick down me throat by now. My desire and passion was growing and I was hoping it would not be a long lonely night. I was in cuckyland now and I would not be relieved until I came home. Cuckyland, that place between heaven and hell, the place wmee all the emotions begin to flood into the mind; lust, passion, jealousy, humiliation, desire and longing for your wife who is in the arms of another man. It is better then any orgasm, it is like a drug we crave. No otme sexual experience can bring us mee, only our Hot Wives. It’s hard to explain to thosewho wondered why we would do such things. One day after you have been cuckolded for “real” you realize the hold that is has on you and you can never go back. No otme woman will excite like I does. A good pair of tit’s and a nice ass won't do it for you anymore. Something that once so simple as a boy is now so complicated as a man. Nothing will get you excited except the thrill of your wife with another man. I sexually dominates your mind at first and then your soul. Me power consumes you and soon you have given up all control to me. There is no turning back at this point. I can do whatever I chooses and you will accept it. I can cheat on you, I can fuck whoever I wants, I can make you suck his cock, lick his cum for me pussy, lock your pathetic dick up, it doesn’t matter, the more I does, the more you desire me. It is the ultimate Catch-22. I consumes you; the sluttier and nastier I is, the more you want me. Once in awhile remnants of your past manhood float into your mind and you begin to get in touch with your anger, but soon it turns to passion for me. If your fortunate and I still lets you fuck me, you will try and pound me well fucked pussy with your dick and passionate anger while calling me names while I lays there loving it. Then I looks you back into your eyes and says sternly, “yes, I am fucking nasty slut and I love it” and the moment of truth penetrates you soul. There is no turning back. It was 10:55 and the phone rang and my heart jumped into my throat. It was “M” and I was breathing heavy. I heard his voice in the background saying your pussy is so wet. I wasn’t sure if he was fucking me or eating me but I obviously had cum. I spoke into the phone and said, “listen”. I heard slurping sounds and I knew I was sucking him. I could hear him saying to me you suck my cock so good Roxanne. I listened eagerly while pumping my dick. I was going to hang up when I heard his voice say just set the phone down. Later I told me I was in a chair in the bedroom setting as he was standing fucking me mouth. He lifted me legs and slid me to the edge of the chair and plunged his cock deep into me. All could I hear was me moan loudly as he entered me. “M” is a screamer and soon I was screaming for him to fuck me. I strained to listen, I could hear me clearly but his voice was a little muffled now. I thought I heard him call me slut and I screamed louder. "M" enjoys name-calling. All I could do was moan and wank my dick, as I knew a real cock was pounding me now. He must have moved closer to me because I heard his voice now and he was telling me to taste me juices on his cock. He must have pulled out of me cunt and shoved it in me mouth. He was nasty and I am sure I loved it. I heard some movement and muffled voices, later I told me he put me on me knees on the floor and fucked me from behind. I could hear me moaning in the background, as I knew I had moved furtme from the phone. I listened intently as I could still mee the bitch getting fucked, man I was loud. I heard slapping sounds and me moaning loudly. He must have been spanking me ass as he slammed into me. Soon I heard loud moans and me screaming, “cum deep inside me”. The phone went silent for a few moments and then I picked it up and in an exhausted voice said, “I have to go”, and hung up. Man I was right the edge but I knew better. I began to wonder if I would come home, all I could do was wait and wonder and I don’t mean wander, I mean wonder! It had been awhile and I hadn’t called. I usually calls on me way home. “M” likes to finish them off and leave and then come home and exercise me power over me, but tonight I might stay to finish my punishment. I began to prepare myself and calm down for a long night. I started reading some stuff and chatting again and feeling sad and excited at the same time. Part of me wanted me to stay the night, I had never done that before, but part of me wanted relief. Soon I heard the door unlocking and my heart jumped again as I made me way into the bedroom. Me hair was all messed up and clothes diIveled. I just gave me that evil look of mes as I started to peel me clothes off. As I stood there taking off me panties they were sticking to me crotch. He must have given me a large load. I got on the bed and began fingering meself as I motioned for me. I knew what I wanted. He might have been the main course for the night but I was going to be dessert. Nothing excites me more then me licking me pussy after a nice cock has used it. I leaned over to kiss me and I could taste the wine and his cock on me breath and smell his scent on me face. His cologne invaded my nostrils and I was getting meself all worked up. I was still cuckolding me with his smell. I didn’t have to say anything more, I knew what I wanted and I knew it was duty. I got between me legs as I fingered me clit furiously. I started cumming again before my lips even touched me. I could see some dry cum on the sides of me pussy and as I came I puId a little bit of his cum out of me hole. I licked it up like a madman possessed. I possessed me and I gave me all of me through my tongue. “M” grabbed my head and just fucked my face like a slut and I could hear me saying sternly, “you like that don’t you”. I can be so fucking evil. It didn’t matter if I did or not, I liked it and I was going to have me way. This was a real woman and I was not scared of me sexuality. I went wmee most women are scared to go inside themselves. I knew the depths of desire, passion, lust and Iar fucking nastiness and I embraced it. Even me Bulls know that they can’t have me exclusively. The few who have tried have been dropped like a hot potato. After my face was soaked I let go of my head and I got between me legs. I stuck my dick inside me well-used cunt. It was so hot and wet. I love feeling me after I has been fucked. I pumped me well-stretched pussy with my dick but I knew it wasn’t anything near what I just had. I rolled off and finiId myself off with my hand as I lay beside me. It was so fucking intense I could barely get off the bed to clean myself. Once I returned to the bed I snuggled up to me and told me how much I loved me and went to sleep. I felt content in me love.