Hey all - This is my first story! It's FANTASY, and it takes place in a fantasy world. I don't actually harbor any beliefs about alpha/beta/cuckold stuff in real life beyond just thinking it's fetish stuff. All characters here are of course adults over 18 years old. This story leans heavy on cuckoldry/humiliation/CFNM (and some foot fetish and whipping stuff) so if that's not your thing just be warned. (It's fantasy but my hope is that it's still filthy fucking hot fantasy). My only concern is it starts off too slow. Let me know how I did!
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Lady Mielikki got home late. Tofi heard them -- Lady Mielikki and her Man -- enter the house a little after midnight, through the front door below the bedroom. He sat up in the bed and blinked. He hadn't meant to drift off, and Lady Mielikki would have wanted him ready to greet them downstairs, naked and kneeling like she'd always specified.
He hurried to the house's narrow wooden stairway and padded down the steps as quietly as he could. No sense disturbing Lady Mielikki and her Man now.
About hallway down he froze for a moment. He could hear Lady Mielikki's voice -- bright and carefree; her bell-like laugh amplified a bit by the alcohol they must have had at the feast -- and he could pick out the voice of Ullr, her Man (he'd never be able to unhear the things he'd heard Ullr say to his Lady, the sounds he'd made as he fucked her into another dimension so many nights since she had chosen Tofi as her husband). But there was another voice too -- maybe more than one. Both of them Women and...
...and another Man's voice too.
Tofi swallowed, palms slick on the wattle and daub wall of the stairway.
Lady Mielikki would have wanted him in the house's hall naked and kneeling when she returned from the feast with her Man. That much was certain. And Tofi knew he'd deserve the whip -- and not in a pleasurable way -- for falling asleep instead.
But she'd never had him naked in front of guests other than Ullr, her Man. Tofi swallowed. They'd laugh. He knew they'd laugh.
A cuckold husband's first duty is to his Lady, to suffer all pain and humiliation and humbling she sees fit to provide him, and to be thankful for the same...
He knew those words by heart. Every male in Hela City -- really, across all of Atalantahna -- determined by nature to be a cuckold husband knew those words. They'd had it drilled into all of them.
Tofi pursed his lips. Maybe he could cover up somehow. It wasn't as if there was much to cover up between his legs anyway. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
Heartbeat in his throat, he stepped from the bottom landing into the house's entry hall.
It was worse than he thought.
Lady Mielikki stood in the center of the group, head cocked to one side, looking up at Ullr, who was speaking now. She had her hands on her hips, the lose leather belt at an angle, the hem of her forest-green dress pulled up even higher than it had been, up to the middle of one flawless tan thigh. Tofi swallowed hard as his gaze followed the line of the toned muscles in her thigh and calf and down to (no, don't even start) her perfect feet. God, she was barefoot now, her strappy leather sandals near the door. Lady Mielikki was maybe the best huntress in Hela City; she'd won another championship this feast season. Her body betrayed the hours she spent training and the small, tight dress she'd chosen for the feast hid none of those curves, none of the ways her body rippled beneath the fabric. Tofi hadn't been allowed to touch much of that gorgeous body in a long time. Ullr had though, and Tofi knew it. The thought of Ullr's massive, rough hands all over the slender corded muscle of Lady Mielikki's huntress body was bad enough, but Ullr never stopped there. Oh no. The real punch in the gut came from the way Lady Mielikki -- and everyone else in the room -- was looking at Ullr now, the awed smiles they had on their faces.
Ullr was funny. Ullr was smart. Ullr had ridden into battle with Queen Feronia last year and no one -- except maybe Tofi -- had gotten sick of hearing about it.
Ullr was a Man. Everything Tofi was not. Even as he watched, Ullr made some joke and Lady Mielikki dipped her head and laughed that perfect laugh again, tossed her golden hair over one shoulder.
Then she saw finally noticed him, her green eyes taking in his naked body in a split second.
"Hi Tofi," she said, her smile only widening as the laughter in the room died down. "Disobeying orders again, I see. We were wondering where you were."
We.
It was only then that Tofi registered who else stood in the entry hall along with them.
Duchess Cybele stood next to Lady Mielikki, one hand raised to her lips in a vain attempt to cover the smile spreading across her lips as she took in Tofi's naked body, the collar around his neck. Again, Tofi felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut.
It had to be Duchess Cybele, didn't it? They'd been friends. He'd always kind of had a crush on her, and she'd always felt sorry for him, once he'd found out it had been determined he was a cuckold. She'd been at the wedding, but he hadn't talked to her much since he'd become Lady Mielikki's husband.
Now, as he watched, Thormud slid a hand from the small of her back to one warm curve of her hip, clad beneath a shimmering red skirt.
Thormud.
Tofi had been friends with Thormud once, but that, of course, had changed once it had been determined Thormud was a Man, and Tofi a cuckold.
"Oh...Mielikki," Duchess Cybele said, lowering her hand now and offering a perfect view of the shy smile crossing those perfect lips now. "I don't think...you didn't say..."
"That my dear cuckold husband has a tiny dick and a useless, pathetic body?" Lady Mielikki asked as Ullr gave her an audible smack on the ass and pulled her closer to him. She moaned in pleasure, and spun, stood on her toes -- offering Tofi a perfect, gut-wrenching view of that same perfect, toned ass -- and kissed her Man on the lips.
"Yeah," she said, turning back around and falling against Ullr's chest. "Sorry Cybele, I should have warned you -- I know you two were friends. Just between all the dancing and the mead and everything --"
"No it's, I mean...." Tofi felt Duchess Cybele's eyes move across his naked body, and now she just laughed. "I knew he was a cuckold, it's just...funny."
"He's earned himself a spanking, by the way," Lady Mielikki said, a slow smile playing across her own lips now and a sadistic gleam alight in her green eyes. "With the whip. He was supposed to be kneeling naked in the entryway when we came home from the feast."
She locked eyes with Tofi.
"Wasn't he?" She asked.
"Yes Lady Mielikki," Tofi said, eyes on the floorboards between them. Not on the gorgeous temptation of her bare feet. Not on her body. And certainly not anywhere near Duchess Cybele's direction.
He felt his face grow hot.
Now Duchess Cybele actually laughed.
"Oh Mielikki, come on," Duchess Cybele said. "You're going to spank him? With the whip? Just for that?"
"Trust me," Lady Mielikki said, disentangling herself from Ullr's embrace. "If you do decide to marry one day, Cybele, you'll understand."
She snapped her fingers and Tofi looked up before he'd even registered he needed to. She'd trained him that well, at least.
"Wine, Tofi," she said. "And my whip, too."
Duchess Cybele burst out laughing; so did Ullr. Thormud -- maybe because he'd once been a friend -- stopped short at just a grin.
Tofi swallowed hard.
"Yes Lady Mielikki," he said, and turned, headed back into the house's small kitchen. He retrieved the bottle of wine -- three quarters full -- from a cupboard and four goblets on a shelf below.
Then he turned his attention to the whip.
Lady Mielikki could only be described as a connoisseur of whips. She owned more than a dozen. He didn't know which one she'd wanted him to bring her, and maybe that was by design. Maybe it was an excuse to give him a few more lashes, just for the sake of entertaining the guests.
He settled on the one she kept in the kitchen, a smaller thing with a worn, wooden handle and an intertwined body with forking tails at the end.
He knew that whip well.
He wrapped it around one hand and took up the bottle and goblets with the other, then headed out of the kitchen into the house's small dining room.
What he heard on the way froze his blood.
"You're really considering nullification?" Duchess Cybele asked as Tofi stepped into the room.
"I've already decided," Lady Mielikki said, perched on Ullr's lap now, her delicious bare feet -- dusty from the road outside -- swinging as she made spun in Tofi's direction to take the goblet of wine he handed her.
"Mielikki..." Duchess Cybele said, the smile on her face now equal parts amusement and disbelief. She didn't so much as look up when Tofi approached; Thormud accepted the wine for both of them. "Nullification...that means he'd never have an orgasm again."
"As the Queen Under the Mountain intended," Mielikki said, and raised the goblet to her lips. "He'll live in a constant state of sexual frustration and also a burning desire to please me in any way I see fit, one that will build over time and one from which he'll never find relief. We built Atalantahna on the nullification of cuckold males, Cybele. The country still runs on it."
"I...that's a conservative reading of the texts, I guess," Cybele said, and sipped the wine. "Which I guess I should expect from you."
"Atalantahn women are starting to choose nullification for their husbands at higher rates again," Lady Mielikki said. "It's coming back into vogue. The Witch --"
She spun on Ullr's lap, turned to Tofi, then snapped her fingers again and pointed at the ground. Tofi knelt and even now -- even hearing that Lady Mielikki was going to subject him to the Ritual of Nullification -- all he could think about was licking those dirty, dusty soles of hers until they were clean. Between her toes. Along her heel.
The anklet she wore winked at him in the candlelight, teasing. Lady Mielikki only dabbled in sorcery, but she'd cast an ongoing spell of compulsion on him, one that had him hypnotized by her anklet.
Never mind the fact that she was only doing this absently now, caught up in the conversation and the drink. He knelt in front her and Ullr, whip in hand.
"Like I was saying," Lady Mielikki said, once satisfied Tofi had knelt. "The Witch told me she's booked solid for Nullifcation Rituals this coming full moon."
Duchess Cybele put her goblet on the table, shook her head, and laughed again.
"He won't have a penis," she said.
"Just like the Queen Under the Mountain intended for cuckold males," Lady Mielikki said. "I don't think I would have been this conservative before I was a scholar, Cybele. Or before I chose a cuckold husband. But like...you saw him tonight..."
She paused, turned to Tofi again, and hopped off of Ullr's lap.
"Which reminds me," she said, as she bent to take the whip out of his hands.
Even just her scent could make Tofi weak at this point. There was the rose water she'd worn earlier in the night for the feast, and the teasing aroma of mead and wine on her breath, but then below that the deeper scent of her sweat, a product of a night of drinking and dancing and celebrating Atalantahna's founding as a gynarchy.
Tofi wanted her. Wanted all of her. He could feel it deep in his gut, a marrow-deep ache, a throb in his testicles.
And now -- if she was telling Duchess Cybele the truth -- she'd made up her mind about the Nullification Ritual. She'd have his penis removed, and he'd go slowly insane from sexual frustration and the hopeless desire to serve her every whim.
A Woman's right in Atalantahna, of course. The practice had gotten less popular in recent years -- some Atalantahnan women had opted for a more egalitarian marriage even though they kept Men on the side -- but it still wasn't exactly unusual for wives to choose Nullification for their cuckold husbands. It was still legal. And there were still Witches throughout Hela City -- and across Atalantahna -- who made a good living performing the ritual every full moon.
She just hadn't told Tofi she'd made up her mind, despite his begging.
She snapped her fingers at him, pointed to the center of the room. Tofi made his way there, on his knees, eyes down.
"Bend over," she said, uncoiling the whip.
Tofi swallowed hard and bent over, putting his face against the house's rough floorboards.
"Turn your ass toward Duchess Cybele," Lady Mielikki said. "And get that ass in the air."
Duchess Cybele stifled a giggle. Tofi did as he was told, his face burning.
"Look up, into the mirror, and into her eyes," lady Mielikki said.
Tofi's stomach dropped. There really had been a time -- once, maybe not even long ago -- when Duchess Cybele would have thought of him as an equal.
