A True Account of a Submissive Husband's Journey to Becoming Cuckold
My name is JR. That is my real name. I am dating myself when I tell you that the name came from the TV show, Dallas. One of the characters was JR Ewing. My initials are JR and the name stuck. I am a retired college professor with a PhD and many years of teaching and research experience. I consider myself an intelligent and strong man. I am not a wuss. I played Div III football and I am still in decent shape.
In my public life I am assertive, gregarious and one of the boys. I still hang out with my buddies and enjoy many sporting and social nights with the guys. In private, I have been a slave to my beautiful wife, Heather, for many years. None of my friends have any idea of my enslavement to my wife. I would be ridiculed if they knew. They all think that she is hot and think I am a lucky man to be her lover. If they only knew.
Heather is a beautiful lady who, at age 56 still turns heads of younger men. She is a professional business woman and a very intelligent person. I introduced Heather to the idea of D/s many years ago. She, initially, had no idea about submissive men and our D/s relationship started out as foreplay to other sexual relations. Over the years she began to enjoy her control over me and our role play game of Mistress/slave flourished into a lifestyle where she is in complete control of me. In public, we role play the typical married couple for the benefit of friends and family. In private I am her slave and she cherishes her power over me.
Through the years, my enslavement to Heather has increased from cute submissive acts (opening doors, holding her coat, etc) to more degrading acts (licking her shoes and boots, licking her ass, etc) after some time Heather stopped seeing me as her equal and saw me as her slave. If I was going to use my tongue to clean her dirty boots and her soiled ass, she did not want to be kissing me on the mouth. Our romantic relationship diminished quickly. I have written many accounts of my enslavement to my wife and I stress, each time, that this is not some thing that happens over night. You do not turn a beautiful housewife into a Dominatrix with a simple request "Honey, I want to be your slave". The wife has to enjoy her role as the dominant one in the marriage. My advice to other men seeking to be submissive their wives or girlfriends.....be patient.
With me groveling at her feet and performing degrading acts, Heather started thinking about dating other men. She said that she wanted to be with men whom she saw as her equal, not a slave. I loved the idea. I had always had fantasies of Heather with other men and now she was hinting about the idea. I encouraged her to consider any offers for dates, dinner or drinks if other men offered. Believe me, Heather had a lot of men interested in her. Heather had been a faithful wife, mother and grand mother for many years. She, like most wives, is not a woman who would just have sex with any man. First, it would have to be her idea and secondly, she was not going to allow a man to abuse her. Heather is very picky and has very definite tastes in many things, including men. Heather is always in control.
The first step toward dating other men was an offer to have dinner with a business client. Heather had business meetings over lunch and dinner with many men in the past but this time she admitted that this guy was "a hunk" and she really liked him. She admitted to having had sexual fantasies about him.
The night of her "date" I helped her dress and found myself getting excited, knowing that I was dressing my wife to look great for another man. Heather is a classy lady and dressed appropriately for the dinner date. She wore a simple black dress with pearls and black high heel pumps. I helped her get dressed and put the shoes on her feet. Before she left for the date, she stood in the foyer and ordered me to lick her shoes so that they would be shiny for her date. Licking her shoes is a daily ritual in our home. Each morning Heather stands in the foyer as I tongue polish her shoes and or boots as she gives me my instructions for the day. I greet her in the same position at night when she comes home, cleaning her soiled shoes and boots with my tongue in the foyer so that she does not track dirt, mud and snow through the house.
The night of her first date, she stood over me and teased me, telling my to be sure I licked her shoes well. She wanted to see her face in the shoes. Hearing her degrading words just made me all the more excited. I licked her shoes knowing that I was doing it so she would look good for another man. When she was tired of me licking her shoes, she pushed my face away with her shoe and simply said, "Enough" She told me to be up when she came home and to be in the same position in the foyer. It was exciting to be on my knees in the foyer as I watched my wife leave to meet another man at a restaurant.
At around 11:30 pm my cell phone rang. It was Heather calling from the car telling me she was around the corner and to be waiting on my knees in the foyer. I quickly made my way to the foyer and knelt, waiting for Heather to come into the house. After a wait of about 10 mins I heard Heather's car pull up in the driveway. I waited in anticipation for the door to open. I placed my head lower to the floor to greet my Mistress. Heather walked in, threw her keys in the basket in the foyer and extended a shoe for me to lick. I instantly began licking the top of her high heel.
"Welcome home, Mistress." I stopped licking long enough to greet her. My tongue immediately went back to licking her shoe. I could taste the salt from the winter streets. Her shoe was a little wet from the damp night and the water on the ground. As I licked her shoe, Heather removed her coat.
"Quickly, the other one! I am tired and want to sit down."
Heather held the other shoe in front of my face and I licked the entire surface of the shoe with my tongue. My tongue picked up small amounts of dirt and salt stains as I licked.
