Snapshots of Our Journey – The Cuckolding Pitch

“What if I told you that I never want to be with anyone besides you again?  That I want you to lock me up and control my orgasms?  Most of all, I want you to have the freedom to fuck anyone you want.  You deserve a loving fiancé and bigger, better lovers – the best of both worlds.  I want you to have that.”

I can still recall the exact words my fiancé said when he introduced me to the world of cuckolding.  I’ve come to learn a lot about how crucial this moment is.  I’ve talked with married cuckolds yearning to learn the best way to share their desires with their wives.  I’ve received countless inquires from single cucks asking how my fiancé introduced me to the lifestyle and how to achieve the elusive “Yes, I’m willing to try” response.  I’ve come to call this moment the “Cuckolding Pitch”, as it does resemble on a basic level a sales pitch.  However, I realize that terminology is definitely a simplification of an immensely personal, relationship my experience.

My fiancé did an excellent job introducing me to the cuckolding lifestyle.  I’ll provide some of our story to give the appropriate context to our conversation.  My cuckold and I opened our relationship about a year and a half before transitioning to cuckolding.  We decided to transition from a monogamous relationship to a swinging/kink relationship.  This decision was mutual as I had a working knowledge of swinging relationships and the kink/bdsm world.  However, I quickly realized that our “swinging relationship” was very different than the other swinging couples we knew.  My fiancé seemed perfectly happy having MFM threesomes with me, or quickly ending his participation in a full-swap play session to watch me play.  I can recall many Friday evenings together where I would ask if he wanted to have a couple over so we could all play.  “No babe,” he’d reply, “Just get a single guy over, it’s way easier.”  I didn’t realize it until later, but my fiancé was certainly playing out his cuckolding fantasy before he was willing to share the truth about his desires with me.

This swinging phase of our relationship was crucial to our development. I was able to rediscover my sexual prowess and gain confidence and he was able to explore and solidify his true desires. I began to feel more empowered in my sexuality, and it wasn’t long before I was exploring new fantasies. My birthday was quickly approaching, and a swinger friend asked if he could organize a party for me. “Honestly, I’m really more interested in a gangbang.” He quickly responded, “Oh, really?! That could be arranged!” For a moment I hesitated, wondering what the conversation would be like whenI proposed these birthday plans to my fiancé. How laughable in hindsight!

I never postpone an awkward conversation; so as soon as I got home from work that evening I sat down next to my fiancé, the man I was betrothed to marry, and told him about my birthday wish.  For a moment, he became very quiet.  His eyes broke contact with mine and fell to the floor.  He bit his cheek like he often does when thinking deeply.  Feelings of anxiety rose from my stomach and I began to wonder if I had upset him terribly-if I had gone too far.  It was at that moment that he uttered the words I quoted at the beginning of this post.  A cocktail of emotions washed over me.  Curiosity, bewilderment, concern, excitement.  A drove of hurried thoughts rushed through my brain.  What does he mean by “lock him up?”  He wants me to put a chastity device on his cock?  Why would anyone want that?!  I would loose my shit if I had to wear a chastity belt!  I asked each of my questions and he responded to each insightfully and carefully.  Although I was overwhelmed I could hardly sleep that night, I was far too stimulated by the possibilities.  Needless to say, I got my gangbang and he got his cage.

There are definitely some things I wish my Cuck had articulated differently during his cuckold pitch.  Like many cuckolds who have only dwelled in fantasy he was a connoisseur of cuckold porn, erotica, and captions.  That material definitely piqued my curiosity and I devoured everything that he shared.  However, I soon discovered just how shallow and unhelpful cuckold porn and erotica is after attempting to use them as a resource in forging our cuckolding relationship.  Luckily, I found the Keys and Anklets podcast very shortly after we transitioned our dynamic and I began learning from real couples leading this lifestyle authentically.  

What shone through my cuckold’s pitch was a genuineness that spoke to something deep within me.  His vulnerability, willingness, and courage shone a beam of light into a part of myself I had tried time and time again to unsuccessfully shutter permanently.  Without delving to deeply into the spiritual realm of acceptance and freedom this lifestyle provides me, I would like to believe this was one of the few namasté moments in my life.  I learned long ago that that one simple word actually has a mind-bending meaning: I honor the place within you in which the entire universe dwells.  I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light, and of peace.  When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one.

We are one.  My strengths perfectly complimenting his short-comings.  My flame of passion fanned by acceptance.  “You deserve the best of both worlds.  I want you to have that.”  How right he was.

An Ode to the Oral Service of Big Black Cock

It’s not difficult for me to select my favorite sex act with my bulls.  My answer would always be, without a moments hesitation, sucking their beautiful, ebony cocks.  The strong surge of emotions I feel when I’m on my knees before one of my bulls is unparalleled and so intoxicating.  Opening up the back of my willing throat to receive a hard thrust from the dominant man so deserving of my oral service is an apex experience.  I’m just starting this blog post but I can tell I’m already getting carried away describing the subject…yet I could easily go on and on!

I’ve always had a competitive spirit and thoroughly enjoyed a challenge.  I’ve also always been orally inclined.  I can recall many conversations with girlfriends who did not enjoy providing their boyfriends/husbands with oral sex.  I’ve heard them describe it as a nuisance, or as something they are only willing to do on special occasions like a birthday.  I’ve always been puzzled by these attitudes, as I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed giving head.  I was 19 when a partner told me I had given him the best blowjob he’d ever received.  I can imagine I was glowing with pride in that moment, because I’ve wanted to hear that same review from every man who’s cock I sucked since.

Taking a man into your mouth is the surest way to really get to know him.  His taste…his smell…it’s a complete sensory overload.  Exploring his phallus with my tongue and throat allows me to understand the girth and length of his cock in a way touching it with my hands never could.  Any woman who has sucked a small cock will be likely tell you that it feels extra small in your mouth.  In contrast, sucking a well-endowed man gives me the feeling that he is larger-than-life.  When I strain with each forward stroke to swallow another another inch, and then another, I physically respond in an uncontrollable fashion.  I’ll bounce on my knees to build up the momentum I need, tears my run down my face as my sinuses respond to the head of my black bull’s cock being forced deeper down the back of my throat.  My focus is completely narrowed on the task before me, and I am swept up in a primal desire to taste the cum I’ve come to crave.

I’ve never seen a big, black cock I’ve been daunted by orally servicing.  I’m aware that I can’t completely swallow some of my biggest bulls, but I’m never going to give up the attempt.  I long ago lost the desire to ever take a small man into my mouth again, and I would not ever suck a white dick-no matter how large.  My cuck is not pussy free (yet), but he has surrendered forever the feeling of my lips around his penis.  If I’m brutally honest, the thought of sucking a small, white dick only brings about a feeling of revulsion.  It’s the same palpable feeling that arises when looking at a plate of very unappetizing food. The physiological response from the gut signals the body’s clear message: “I don’t want to ingest that, nor do I want it anywhere near me.” Imagine the difference between that feeling and the mouthwatering anticipation when you haven’t eaten all day and a server approaches the table with a cut of perfectly grilled prime rib.  That’s almost exactly how I feel when I’m on my knees before one of my bulls while he’s unbuttoning his fly.  

The reaction I hope to receive most from my bulls as I try to swallow them is surprise. I hope their internal monologue contains a few of these remarks: Damn, she’s really going for it. I can tell this woman loves to suck cock. She’s been at it for a while, let’s see how long she can go. I love to receive indications of how much my bull is enjoying my service. It may come in the form of a strong hand grasping my hair and pushing me further and further down his shaft. Sometimes he might pull me away so I can see my saliva glisten on his beautiful black cock before giving me a playful slap on the face. The bulls that are truly close to my heart are those that know what a cock-hungry BBC whore I am and use it to their advantage. They want to hear me beg for it before allowing me the immense pleasure of servicing them, and I oblige with enthusiasm.

I enjoy giving the kind of sloppy, wet head that isn’t exactly dainty or cute.  After an evening with a bull I’ve become accustomed to my visage in the mirror-it always looks the same.  The eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara I meticulously applied for an hour before he arrived has run down my cheeks in ravines formed by my tears.  My lipstick has all but rubbed off and my face is flushed in a red, glowing hue.  I can’t help but smile and let out a small laugh – I’ve proven once again just how much I love sucking big, black cock.

Clarifying A Declaration

I recently created a twitter profile and joined the vibrant and thriving cuckolding community on twitter.  As I was crafting my bio, I wrote the following sentence and decided it was crucial to include:

No onlyfans, no findomme, I lead my lifestyle authentically.

I have since wanted to clarify why I so clearly state that I don’t have an onlyfans and that I am not a findomme.  My thoughts on both matters are complex, and I don’t want anyone who sees my profile to begin making assumptions based on that sentence.  So I thought it might be beneficial to write a blog post detailing the reasons why I personally reject both financial dominance and onlyfans (paid content promoting).

As a disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing but respect for sex workers and the profession of sex work.  I believe that sex workers should be given the same benefits and protections entitled to any other working citizen.  This post is not and should not be interpreted an attack on financial domination or paid content promoting.  That is not my intention at all, and I fully respect individual’s right to engage in one or both of these practices.  I am simply clarifying why I, personally, don’t engage in financial domination or paid content promoting.

To preface this discussion I wanted to highlight something I’ve been noticing in the online cuckolding community (the most prevalent community I am currently engaged in due to COVID). I’ve noticed that a great many members of the online community are engaging in cuckolding in novel ways.  I’m coming to realize that the way I express my lifestyle as a cuckoldress (My cuck and I are in a long term relationship, we were vanilla and evolved toward cuckolding over the course of our relationship) can almost be seen as “classic cuckolding.”  Now, it’s common to run across “cuckolds” who’s mistress may live hundreds of miles from him, but is his key holder and financial dominant.  It’s common to run across BBC bulls who are financial dominants to submissive white males.  It’s common to see “cuckold couples” build a brand new profile on fetlife, SLS, quiver, and of course twitter, and every single post in their history has a link to an onlyfans page and a sexy plug.  I’ve watched this trend and I have mostly experienced excitement and joy that the lifestyle I love and enjoy so greatly is gaining traction.  But a small part of me has wondered-what is the true motivation for some of these individuals?  That will likely be a topic for another blog post, but it is that small wonderment that has contributed greatly to the reason I do not engage in financial domination or paid content promoting.  

No findomme.  In all honesty, I don’t fully understand the world of financial domination.  As a cuckoldress, I have crafted and fostered my sexually dominant side with one specific man in mind, my cuck.  I dominate him both because we both enjoy it greatly and it enhances my confidence.  The domination tactics that I employ with my cuck are highly personal, and the immense trust in our relationship allows me to unleash my mentally sadistic tactics on my willing emotional masochist.  It’s a beautiful, complex interplay of humiliation, teasing, and denial. 

There’s no way I could replicate that for some guy who cash apps me $50.   It would feel cheap and hollow, and it would remove so much of the enjoyment I receive when I dominate my cuck.  So, for me, findomming is a no go.  I’m in this lifestyle to pursue pleasure and explore trust; and financial domination is, for me, a world apart from cuckolding.  That’s why I am so glad that Cuckoldress Venus has made a point to vocally proclaim #findommeisnotcuckolding.

No onlyfans.  I first heard of onlyfans about a year ago.  One evening after a long fucking session a bull I was seeing explained onlyfans to me and suggested I join.  I’ll admit that it was definitely a tempting proposition, especially because I have a fuck-load of sexy media and I absolutely love to share my pics/vids in the right circles.  I thought it over, discussed it with my cuck and a few other trusted cuck friends, and decided it wouldn’t be right for me.  I just couldn’t see myself plugging a link at the end of my tweets/posts, putting previews of longer content out there just to “hook” my following in.  It’s simply not what I want to bring to the cuckolding community.  

I understand that onlyfans brings some value to the cuckolding community, as many newbie cucks are finally able to see real cuckold couples in action instead of horribly produced, fake porn.  I am a huge fan of Cassie Bender and some of the other real-life cuckoldresses and hotwives that have made the leap into adult entertainment.  That’s simply not possible for me due to discretionary needs, so I believe paid content promotion is best left to the professionals.

I lead my lifestyle authentically.  My desire in sharing my experiences has always been to promote the legitimacy and validity of healthy cuckolding relationships.  I believe the best way to achieve this goal is simply to be my authentic self without feeling to need to perform or cater to an audience.  I appreciate everyone willing to follow me, converse with me, and share in my experience.  

Lastly, I want to share my gratitude and the abundance of respect I feel for Michael C. Of the Keys and Anklets podcast and Cuckoldress Venus of the Venus Cuckoldress podcast.  These titans in the lifestyle are using their platforms to promote the cuckolding lifestyle, and I was so grateful to find these valuable resources to aid in my cuck and I’s journey.  We need more authentic voices to join them in the promotion of the lifestyle, and that’s my aspiration.

I love how wonderfully unique everyone’s expression of cuckolding is.  If you’re a cuck couple with an onlyfans page, hats off to you.  If you’re a single cuck who has a findomme, thats perfectly fine if it brings you happiness.  I appreciate your willingness to hear my perspective and preferences.