I belong to this community in fits and starts. I’m currently wearing a cage but it’s not locked tight, so I live in unenforced chastity. My marriage is open and polyamorous, and I am a bisexual submissive partner. I hope to share more of my personal journey soon…
Right now, though, I want to tell you about last night:
I’m kneeling on the bed between her legs, naked beneath a silk robe. My 7.5” erection is solid and impressive, only three days out from my last release. She spent yesterday with a new man, and we’ve been riding that shared energy since.
It feels strange sometimes—a bit of a waste for someone like me who craves denial and emasculation to have such a fine cock on display. My masculine pride still wants to speak up. “I possess the biggest and best cock among all your lovers…” “That may be true, but it isn’t your role to fuck me in the same way they do. It just doesn’t seem… entirely right somehow. When I think about having you inside me, I know I’d enjoy your cock, yet there is something compelling about denying you that pleasure.”
“Play with my nipples and tease me a bit. If you’re skilled enough, I might allow you to eat out my pussy.”
“I believe I will let you be the only one permitted to taste my pussy. The others can fuck me, but only you may perform oral on me.”
“Suck on my vibrant cock.”
We engage with our energies, and she is very talented at it. I gave her an invisible partner a magnificent blowjob; I could feel myself gagging slightly as the head of that phantom member pressed against the back of my throat. Every subtle movement of my tongue and mouth inside—movements she might not consciously sense yet—is perfectly synchronized with my actions, causing her body to respond in kind. She nearly orgasms.
The night before, she had a full-blown orgasm just from nipple stimulation while wearing her nightgown and feeling the energetic connection between us. But tonight, she desires me to perform orally on her.
It has been quite some time since I ate her out. When I claimed that my mouth is my primary sexual organ, I meant it literally. I am a sucker for cocks and an eater of pussies. This was a long, slow, intensely hot session. She praised me as a good sub who pleases her well. I felt like I was in heaven. My own cock remained full, hard, and largely ignored while I worshipped her with my face. She reminded me that she owns my cock, keeping it for herself alone. “You will go suck men and let them bang your ass all night long, but they cannot touch your cock.”
Music to my ears.
My competitive spirit rises when she sleeps with another man, especially if I hear he lacked a substantial member or left her wanting something more. This last guy was pleasant enough, but not particularly dominant. He probably won’t be the kind of man I want to submit to as a cuckold. But yes, I am HER cuckold. I am happy serving her and following wherever her desires lead.
However, both she and I wish for her to be taken by a stronger male. We shall see how it develops; there are aspects of this current arrangement that please us. It is fine.
But when the thought occurs to me that I can flip a switch and become the HOT TOP she needs, it doesn’t quite feel immediate or natural. She has never really embraced me in that specific role before. Having a hard cock is one thing; wielding it with Alpha male authority is another matter entirely.
I am her best lover, yet simultaneously her submissive queer husband, and we both seem genuinely content with this dynamic at the moment.
When our session ended, my face was wet with her juices, my grin wide, eyes bright, and my cock hard and untouched. I felt perfectly happy and right where I belonged; she looked blissfully satisfied beside me.
This morning, she held my head firmly in her hands and gazed down at me. I felt safe, secure, and correct in the world. I am deeply in love with my wife, adoring my Domme.
I consider myself lucky.