A Meeting With The Counselor

"I'm in a submissive relationship with my wife," I started. I sat across the counselor. She was highly rated as the best counselor in the city, especially for kinky relationships. She was a beautiful woman with a slender body and brown hair. She wore a white blouse and black skirt that was just shy of knee length. I would be lying if I said that I didn't find her attractive, but my heart belonged to my wife.

She noted something on her clipboard. "Continue."

"I made my desires clear from the beginning of the relationship, so we never had sex."

"Interesting." She noted something again: "Are you a virgin?"

I was taken aback by this question. She was so quick to ask that; I had planned to reveal that much later. "Yes," I replied, a little embarrassed.

"It's perfectly fine," she said as she crossed her legs. She always wrote something on her clipboard after speaking.

"She's very enthusiastic about dominating me, and I'm grateful for that. But her bull is very rude to me." I had finally revealed it.

"Oh, you're a cuckold? Hmm.. Makes sense. Do you get access to her pussy in any way?" There was no hint of humiliation in her words. She was being as kind as possible.

"Yes, I'm allowed to perform oral. But only on days when her bull doesn't plan on having sex with her. On days when he has sex with her, I'm only allowed to perform oral after he's done." It took me just minutes to reveal my deepest, darkest secrets.

"According to your wife, are you good at oral?" She asked, looking up from her clipboard.

"I'd say yes, because she asks me to go down on her at least four times per week."

"And how often does she have sex with her bull?"

"Maybe six to eight times per week. But they go for multiple rounds in a single day. They meet three days on average."

"Very good." She looked impressed. This confused me because I had never implied that I enjoy cuckolding myself.

"I actually don't like her bull--"

"Yeah, that's fine." She interrupted me. "Do you hate cuckolding?"

"Not really... It allows my wife to experience things that I simply cannot provide her."

"Very good. You're a good man; I'm impressed. Most men that walk in through that door only talk about their own needs."

I felt a strange sense of pride at this statement. She basically said that I'm a good husband. "Thank you."

"Describe the bull; feel free to speak in detail."

"He's an MMA fighter; fitter than me; has a bigger penis. He's also very dominant."

"He dominates your wife?" She interjected.

"Yes, he has rough sex with her sometimes. He spanks her, pinches her nipples, and makes her wear a butt plug; sometimes he even denies her sex and only makes her perform oral on him."

"And she enjoys all of this?"

"Very much so." I felt humiliated, but I had to be truthful for this to work.

"It must've been hard to admit that here." It was almost as if she was reading my mind. "I'm so glad you've been able to open up so soon. Continue."

"He is also dominant towards me." She looked impressed again and noted something on her clipboard. "He has certain rules for me. I am to always refer to him as 'Sir', I am to always be on my knees in his presence, and I am to remove his shoes whenever he comes over. Sometimes he even makes me undo his laces with my teeth. He punishes me if I disobey." Everything that I had hidden away for so long was coming out. All of my frustration was right in front of her.

"How does he punish you?"

"For most minor stuff, it is slaps. He slaps very hard. He leaves fingerprints on my face in just one hit."

"It appears you've been punished today as well." She pointed at my cheek with her pen.

"Yes," I said shamefully. I paused for five seconds and decided that continuing would be much better. "If I've been particularly bad, he spanks me over his knees--sometimes with his bare hand, often with something more sturdy--like a hairbrush. Sometimes he makes me lean against a wall and uses his belt on me. Only once he took me to a dungeon and used a cane and a whip on me."

"Why did that happen?" She inquired.

"It was Valentine's Day, and I wanted to spend the entire day with my wife. I told him to not contact us. My wife invited him over at night anyway, and I shut the door to his face. He made my wife open the door and dragged me to the dungeon. I cried that night."

"Aww..." This would've felt mocking if anyone else said that, but the counselor seemed genuinely concerned. "So, do you want your wife to take on another bull?"

"I don't know. She's happiest when she's with him, but I just want him to be gentler with me."

"Have you considered that maybe your wife loves him so much BECAUSE he's so mean to you?"

I had never considered that. "No. Why would she?" I was genuinely curious.

"See, women generally want a manly man. I hope you take no offense to this, but you aren't one. He sees that. So, in order to elevate himself, he puts you down. This increases her attraction to him even more, making sex with him even more satisfying. Plus, you're a virgin. In most women's eyes, you haven't yet earned your man card. The kind of attraction she feels towards her bull can only be obtained by being cruel to the cuckold."

I was extremely sad at hearing this. I knew it in my heart, but I was unwilling to accept it. She saw how my facial expression suddenly changed.

"Hey, it's okay. I wouldn't have said all this to you if I didn't have a solution." I was excited again. "You are fighting your true nature. Society has conditioned you to fight your true nature. Don't fight. Accept yourself. You like to be humiliated, you like to be hurt, you like to be emasculated, and you like to be put in your place. Accept your place."

I could feel a tear forming. She had spoken the truth. I was lying to myself all these years. I would no longer lie. I will accept my place.