Angel's Submission

You never forget your first time.

That goes double for a cuckold.

We started out with a pretty normal relationship, but after a while her true dominant traits started to emerge. Randi, by now Mistress Randi, started openly salivating about other guys and mocking my small cock.

I never thought she would actually cuckold me though.

I was wrong.

It was a hot summer afternoon. I had just come in from doing some yard work she wanted done. I found her putting on her makeup, and she had that hot little dress that was my favorite. I was instantly aroused.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well she said," as she applied deep red lipstick to her upper lip. "You're not going anywhere."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

She saw me just standing there with a blank look on my face and laughed.

"Aww, poor baby," she said. "Are you upset that you have to stay home while I go on a date?"

My face must registered my shock, which made her laugh even more.

"Remember the guy from work that I am always talking about?"

Now I went from shocked to angry. Lee was a prick. He was about 6'3" with blond hair and tanned skin who always treated me like dirt at company functions. Randi always laughed at me and told me I was just jealous. She seemed to like taking his side over mine.

Worse, she had started calling out his name during sex with me.

Now she was going on a date with him?

"You look like such an angry little bitch," she laughed.

She was an expert at using humiliation to put me back in my place. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there fuming.

"I think he wants to fuck me. Would that be okay with you?"

I started to answer but she stopped laughing and suddenly sounded very serious.

"I really don't give a fuck. In fact, I love knowing that you are going to be just laying here thinking about what he's doing to me."

I was too humiliated to say anything in response.

Then she smiled.

"That's better, cucky," she cooed. "I knew you would get used to it. It's hard though, isn't it. You know, having such a little cock that your woman has to get satisfied from the guy at work?"

I felt a mix of emotions that I couldn't express.

"Take a shower, and I should be ready to go."

I couldn't stop thinking about it as I rinsed off. She looked amazing when I finally came back into the bedroom, which made it worse.

"Do you like my earrings, cucky?"

I hated that nickname already. It was worse when I noticed she was wearing the earrings I had given her for our one year anniversary.

She laughed at the look on my face.

"Now take your small dick and crawl into bed."

I dropped the towel and slid into bed naked.

"Hands up."

I hated this. She had a pair of handcuffs permanently attached to the headboard, and she clicked them around my wrists.

"I am so wet right now," she said. "Do you think I should suck him before he fucks me?"

I could see she loved tormenting me by putting those pictures in my mind before she left. That sleaze getting what I never got anymore.

As she headed out the door I could see the short dress leaving her legs on display for him. The tight material hugging her every curve.

I lay there in the darkness for hours. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I was too caught up in my anger and humiliation. My mind couldn't stop wondering at what they were doing, how she was laughing at his jokes...and worse.

I finally must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is the sound of the door opening. The light was streaming in the window. I was angry and humiliated all over again. Both emotions felt stronger in the cold light of morning.

She came into the room looking tired and disheveled. Her dress was noticeably wrinkled, and she was smirking.

"Good morning, cucky."

She came over and kissed me, lingering especially long. She must have sensed that I hated having her lips rubbing all over mine after they had been all over him last night.

"Aren't you going to ask me how my night was?" she said in an innocent tone.

"How was it?"

I didn't really want to know, but I knew her question was really a command.

"It was amazing," she gushed. "He took me to a great sushi restaurant, and we had so much fun talking. He's really an interesting guy."

I stared up at her, trying to mask my anger.

"But the real fun was back at his place."

She started undressing.

"He has such a huge cock! Of course, anything seems huge after you."

She was totally naked now, but my humiliation denied me even an erection.

"I loved sucking it."

Now she was sticking the knife in. I hadn't had her mouth anywhere near my cock since that first night with her. I couldn't even remember how good that felt.

"And he has such stamina. I couldn't believe it, but this morning he was ready to go again, right before I came home to you. Aren't you lucky?"

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say.

"How am I lucky?"

She moved to the bed and began to straddle my body. For a second I thought that I might get his sloppy seconds.

"Well, cucky," you're lucky because I brought you home a little present. "Open up."