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Her Masters House Pt 2

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James gave one final, deep thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside your wife. A low, satisfied groan escaped him as he came, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his seed. Your wife cried out in release, her body shuddering violently as her own orgasm crashed through her, her eyes still locked on her reflection in the mirror, flushed, ruined, and utterly claimed. Only when James had finished did he slowly withdraw, his heavy cock glistening with their combined juices. A thick trickle of his cum immediately began to leak from your wife’s swollen, well fucked pussy and ran down her trembling thighs. James stepped back, tucking himself away with casual satisfaction, and snapped his fingers toward the shadows near the heavy velvet curtains. “Come, cuck. Your wife needs cleaning.” From the corner of the room, you emerged. You were completely naked except for the small, gleaming steel chastity cage locked permanently around your cock. The device was cruelly tight, specially fitted so ...
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Her Masters House Pt 1

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The grand salon of the château glowed under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, its heavy silk drapes the colour of old gold framing the scene like a living painting. James stood motionless in his black tuxedo, a crystal glass of cognac held loosely in his long fingers. His gaze was cool, appraising, the same look he had given your wife, Lucy, the very first night he had claimed her. In front of the large gilded mirror, your wife stood bare-breasted, the deep crimson gown pulled down to her waist like a banner of surrender. The fabric clung to the swell of her hips, shimmering with every shallow breath. Her nipples, already tight from the cool air and the weight of his stare, brushed against the edge of the mirror as she leaned forward slightly. She could see herself clearly, flushed cheeks, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, eyes wide with that familiar mixture of shame and aching need. Behind her reflection, James’s silhouette watched. A second woman, Scarlet, another of the c...
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Missing you

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The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated her face in the dimly lit bedroom, casting gentle shadows across the exposed curves of her body. She sat cross legged on the rumpled bed, the patterned duvet twisted beneath her, wearing nothing but a sleek black bra that barely contained her full breasts and sheer black stockings that cling to her toned legs like a second skin. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her focused expression as her fingers danced across the keyboard. The brick wall behind her and the potted plants nearby made the space feel intimate, almost domestic, except for the faint scent of another man’s cologne still lingering on her skin. Subject: Missing you… but things have changed Dear Timmy I hope this email finds you well on your trip. A whole month away… it feels like forever already. The house is quiet without you, but don’t worry, I’ve been keeping busy. Your boss has been so thoughtful, checking in on me almost every day since you...
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Le Cuck Institute Pt 2

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LeCuck Institute Pt 1

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The room at the LeCuck Institute was sleek, modern, and deliberately intimidating. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, but every eye in the conference room was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the long mahogany table. Her name was Tara Brown, lead instructor at the Institute, and she commanded the space like she owned every inch of it. Short platinum-blonde hair framed a sharp, beautiful face. She wore a tailored black blazer that strained across her full breasts and a pencil skirt so tight it looked painted on, ending high on her powerful thighs. Black platform heels clicked softly as she shifted her weight, one hand resting on her hip while the other gestured toward the large screen behind her. On the screen, elegant text read: Cuckold Preparation and Service Training • Ritual Bathing and Grooming • Lingerie and Outfit Selection • Strict Chastity Protocol • Prostrate Milking and Pegging Seated around were a number of wives, all dressed in professional atti...
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Old Flame Pt 2

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Ellie pushed open the front door just after 9 a.m., stepping into the house with a radiant, well fucked glow that lit up the entire hallway. Her blonde hair was slightly tousled, her skin flushed with that unmistakable post-sex radiance. The short beige ribbed dress clung to her curves, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs. She still had that satisfied, dreamy smile on her face as she closed the door behind her. Neil had been pacing the living room all morning. He’d barely slept, his tiny caged cock throbbing uselessly against its cruel confines every time he pictured what was happening. When he heard the door, he rushed over, heart hammering. “Ellie…” His voice cracked as he took her in. She looked incredible, more alive and beautiful than she had in months. She smiled at him warmly, stepping forward to cup his face with both hands. “Hi, baby. Miss me?” Before he could answer, she pulled him into a deep kiss. He could taste the faint trace of sake and something unmistakably ...
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Old Flame Pt 1

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The soft glow of the restaurant lights danced across the marble table as Ellie leaned forward slightly, her smile radiant and genuine. She held her glass steady while Matt poured the chilled sake from the green bottle, the liquid glinting like liquid silk. Her light purple nails tapped lightly against the stem, and the little blue key on her necklace—Neil’s key—swayed gently between her breasts with each breath. She looked stunning tonight in that fitted ribbed top, her long blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, the perfect picture of a woman enjoying herself. Matt grinned down at her as the sake filled her glass. “You still drink it the same way, huh? Straight, no chaser.” Ellie laughed, that warm, throaty sound he remembered so well. “Some things never change.” But a lot of things had changed. She’d chosen Neil because he was safe. Reliable. The kind of man who remembered anniversaries, paid the bills on time, and looked at her like she hung the moon. Marriage material. Matt had n...
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