My Pants His Seed Queens Ruse

"Is that you getting hard my little puppet?" My Queen teased with her mischievous chuckle. "You want his cum don't you? I knew it!" The chuckle turns into a full on laugh now, Queen doubled over as the waves of laughter took over her.

The sight that so amused her was me in my suit and tie ready to leave for the office, as is usual on a Monday morning. But this morning my belt, button and fly of my trousers were undone, I was pulling the waistband of my briefs away from me to expose my cock and balls to my Queen.

But not just to my Queen. Also to my Queen's new lover, Carl. His dick was in his hand and he was stroking vigorously as he towered over me, his 6ft 2inch frame towering over me, just as must as his hefty dick was now towering over mine, about to deposit his load into my boxers, over my cock and balls.

And yes, most importantly of all, Queen was right, as she always is: I did want his cum so much, no matter how humiliating the circumstances were to be for me. Nothing was important as showing Queen that I was her loyal subject, willing to do anything for her as long as it brought her joy and pleasure. And judging by the tears of laughter she was experiencing at this moment, this latest ruse of hers was on of her best yet.

This was our one year anniversary since we first met. I had promised Queen my loyalty and proven my submission to Queen over the period of several months while chatting on a dating app for female led relationships. I had showered Queen with gifts, I had had followed her every wish and whim, debased and humiliated myself for her whenever asked, and proven that she could trust me by giving her access to all my emails, identity documents and social media. By the time she finally agreed to meet me she was 100% certain that I was who I said I was, and that I would serve her loyally, exclusively and fervently.

We had met a restaurant of her choosing, ate the food and drank the wine of her choosing - I even wore the clothes from my wardrobe of her choosing. (Queen had taken control off my clothing choices a couple of weeks earlier.) We talked openly and almost as equals that first evening, both of us finally meeting the real person behind the on-line persona. I was more nervous and giddy than I had been since my first date as teenager. But Queen was as relaxed, engaging and charming as I had imagined she would be. And of course she was drop-dead beautiful too.

There was nothing flashy about her, just simple home-spun, fresh-faced charm and grace - with her bright eyes, her soft lips, her fine fair hair and pale complexion, touched with pink cheeks. She looked at first glance like the hot mom you lusted after when dropping your kids at school. But with the slightest of expressions she was able to stop you in her tracks and make you realise you were in the presence of true beauty and power, the like of which you had never seen before. She didn't need to shout about this in her dress or appearance because her aura was enough on its own. When the bill for the meal finally came, I paid, knowing that I had met the one I needed to submit to and give my life to.

Our relationship developed from their, and developed quickly. I was a fast learner and was unable to say no to anything Queen asked of me. It wasn't long before I had moved into her home. My house, we rented out to provide enough for my rent and lodgings with her. I was living in the box-room, enough space for a single bed and a wardrobe, nothing else. But I needed nothing else. Queen gave me everything I could ever wish for in life. She made my heart sing, she gave me a spring in my step, a purpose to my life, a warmth to my soul that I had never before experienced. I felt like I was the luckiest man alive. I looked after her every need - I became her cook, cleaner, launderer, masseur, personal assistant, supporter and cheerleader, as well as her live-in slave.

I still kept up my job, because I wanted to pay my way, support Queen, take her on holidays, buy her the finest clothes and jewellery, take her for the finest nights out. But outside of work, Queen was my life. All of it.

So how did I end up with Carl letting go of ropes of his cum into my briefs on this fateful Monday morning?

About a couple of months ago, Queen decided she would take a lover. Not that she wasn't having a happy sexual relationship with me. I pride myself to think she was. My fingers and my mouth were well versed by now in bringing her pleasure, anywhere and everywhere on her body, whenever she needed it. She had made sure this was my number one priority as her slave and took to it like a duck takes to water. Her praise for my efforts was the highlight of my day, whenever it was forthcoming. Feeling her orgasms ripple through her body as my tongue probed her pussy or her ass was the most magical feeling for me. I knew her scent and her taste so well I could tell when she was little off colour, was at the peak of her cycle, or was approaching her period. I loved and treasured everything about her.

But of course my cock was never allowed inside her. That was made clear from the start. Queen was rightly of the opinion of that a man cannot truly submit totally to his Queen if he had any notion of his penis and his seed penetrating her. He could dream it, imagine it, beg and plead for it, but it would never happen. Queen did sometimes permit me to cum, usually with me jerking in front of her into her hand so she could feed my cum back to me. Sometimes she would stroke me to climax, if I had been especially good and attentive to her needs. But I don't think I had ever cum more than once a week since I had moved in with her. Queen understood that a frustrated and needy slave was the most pliable and quick-to-learn slave.

However, as our one year anniversary approached, Queen decided that she should not have to remain in denial of a good fucking any longer. Queen may have been royalty but she was first and foremost a woman in her prime and with needs. So she explained that she would take a lover who could look after her sexual needs. I would still perform my duties in that regard but maybe not as often as before, if the dick inside her was meeting her needs in a more intense way than my tongue could ever achieve.

This news hit me like a train. For several hours I was devastated and felt my life was falling apart. And in many ways it was. I cried like an unconsolable baby for hours that night. Queen, took me to my room and locked me in their until I was in a state where I could discuss this further, calmly and with due consideration to her perspective.

The kindness and generosity she showed me that night will never be forgotten by me. After she had released me from my room and wiped away my tears, she took me over her lap and gave me the hardest but most instructive spanking of my life. Sometimes with her hand, at other times with a paddle, she would remind me that I was in this relationship to serve and to put her needs first. She reminded me that her joy and pleasure was what gave me strength and purpose in my life, that submitting to her had rescued me from my directionless and empty life I had before her. She taught me that my selfishness was understandable and the new arrangements would take time to come to terms with. But she also explained that I would always be hers no matter what, her most prized treasure and possession and that she would never give me up. She knew she had finished with my education when I wept uncontrollably once more, but this time because I was overwhelmed with my love for her and my gratitude for everything she did for me.

She had taken her lover to her bed that Sunday night, our one-year anniversary. I cooked dinner for them, I made her bedroom perfect for the evening and then retired to my bed where I lay awake listening to the sounds of Carl taking my Queen to the heights of sexual ecstasy I could only dream of. I had been told by Queen that in the morning I was to wake them both and be on hand to provide any clean up service she may desire, while they drank their morning tea in bed. My treat was to come later as I was heading out to work. Queen had explained our relationship to Carl and explained that the compensation he should offer me for having to cuckholded by him was for him to send me off to work the next morning with a load of his cum in my pants. I would be ready and dressed and work, about to walk out the door, but Carl's job was to stroke himself to climax while I held open my pants to receive to his cum. I would wear his cum like this all day as a reminder of whose cuck I was, as a reminder of total submission and the purpose this brings to my life.

It was to this thought that my dick got most aroused that first night as a listen to them fuck in the next room. But that night I also fell asleep with a warmth in my heart, and a confidence that all was well with the world. Little did I know the next day would be the start of my greatest challenge yet.

So it was with both nervousness and desire that I knocked gently on the door that morning with their cup tea. I opened the door slowly on Queen's permission, mumbled softly from under the duvet. He, Carl, the lover was under their too, still fast asleep I assumed. I placed their teas on their respective bedside tables and waited at the end of the bed for my next command. The room was fairly light,Queen preferring lightweight curtains so she could be roused gently by the dawn, which was now serving her also. As I waited I watched the duvet shift slightly to the stirrings underneath.

My next task was always my favourite.

Each morning Queen would have me wake her up with my head between her legs. My tongue would gently freshen her most intimate areas and if she was in the mood she would allow me to satisfy her intimate needs also. So as Queen began to stir so did I. As always I was naked for the morning tea delivery and my dick began to swell as I saw Queen begin to move and reveal herself to me. Not her face, but her legs. Queen pulled back the corner of the mattress and indicated with her hand that she was ready for me. I knew what was expected so I didn't hesitate. I slipped under the mattress between her legs and followed my nose, the scent of her sex leaving me in doubt as to the way I should be heading, even in the dark.

Queen parts her legs for me as I near her, permitting access to her pussy. Queen had shaved for her new lover which at least meant it would be easier to clean her this morning. Her sweet and spicy aroma was stronger than usual, mixed with the unmistakable and acidic scent of stale cum. Her lover had clearly left his seed where I knew I would never be given the opportunity to but longed to more than anything. It was with mixed feelings of passion and pain that my tongue met her lips and began to lick her clean of their juices and sweat, around her lips, in those hard to reach places where the inner thighs merge into the groin, along and between the labia, under the hood and around her clitoris, gently slipping my way inside her, as deep as my tongue would allow. I knew every millimetre of my Queen's pussy by touch alone. I longed for her scent too - nothing was quite as intoxicating for me. I lapped at everything, trying to leave Queen as clean and fresh as I possibly could.

As I finished I hesitated about what next. Sometime Queen would have me clean and lick her bottom too, along her valley, around and inside her anus. Would today be one of those days I wondered, I hoped. Nothing tased quite as divine as her her ass. What exactly it was about the musty, earthy but sweet and tangy ass that drove me so wild I am not sure. But it never failed to arouse me.

"Thank you puppet. You are always so good to me in the morning. That felt wonderful. If it wasn't a Monday morning and so much to do today I would allow you to pleasure me more." She said, her hand stroking my head and cheek as I waited under the duvet, still nestled between her thighs.

"Thank you Queen. You are the greatest treat I could have in the morning." I replied, feeling happy that she was pleased with my attentions.

"Ok but I think its maybe time you woke up Carl properly too." Queen said as she nudged Carl awake. She encouraged across to Carl with her hand and gave Carl the heads for what was about to happen. "Carl, open your legs, my boy has a treat for you."

As Carl wriggled himself free from his entanglement under the duvet, he laid on his back with legs apart. Queen had made me practice for this moment many a time, but it was still with a sense of trepidation that I worked my way towards his crotch just as I had to Queen's barely ten minutes earlier. He smelled very similar. I could smell Queen on him and I could smell his stale dried cum too. But mostly I could smell his sweat. He had clearly worked hard last night and the heat of two bodies under the duvet had made this a very humid place to be. I could feel his heat too as I neared his groin. Although it was to dark to see I could sense his cock was rock hard bye the heat that was now radiating from it just an inch from my nose. But I decided to leave that til the end. I started by lick around his balls, cleaning his perineum, each side of his sack, and then taking the balls into my mouth one at a time, licking them and moistening them. When I released them I would breath every so slightly across, knowing the evaporating saliva and slight breeze would cause a chill that would tickle and delight. He sighed and gasped to indicate his pleasure.

"Good puppet. He likes your work. Make sure he doesn't enjoy it too much though. The cum in those balls has a reservation already hasn't it - so no accidents!" Queen joked, to her own delight and that of CArl's too. I was a little more measured in my response, wanting his cum now more than ever though. I didn't waste any time taking his cock though. It was I had predicted, as hard as rock. I lifted it vertical and licked it from balls to tip and back again. First the front, then each side. He was long and thick, I could tell from touch alone. Maybe it was the darkness that exaggerated its size but I feared his cock was going to be another humiliation for me.

I knelt now, between his legs, leaning forward wo take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I pulled back his foreskin and used my tongue to clean every part of his crown, taking care to clean around his frenulum, before taking his cock as deep inside my mouth as I could.

"Hugh"was the only sound Carl could muster as I took his shaft into my mouth and little into my throat. I wanted him to know that I was Queen's chosen slave and would do anything for her, it was y honour and privilege, and that I would also be bloody good at it too! This was a strange way to try to prove my worth and my manhood I would agree, but that is what serving Queen does for you eventually!

It was only when Queen intervened that my fun was brought to halt: "Now puppet, stop being a slut and leave that cock alone. Its mine, not yours remember!" And with that her hand slapped the side of my head firmly but not too had to make me release the cock from my mouth.

"Off you go. You need to get dressed for work. Hurry now, before Carl's erection goes down."

"Yes Queen" I responded as I shuffled down the bed from under the duvet and went about my morning ablutions as quick as I could muster.

So it wasn't long before I was stood at the door about to leave, my trousers open and my underpants held away from me so Carl could deposit his seed all over my cock and balls. And I was as hard as rock now too waiting, so excited to be proving my submission to Queen by taking my humiliation and degradation to a new high.