Keep Calm: Worship Your Black Master
An important message for every cuck husband out there.
Keep Calm: Worship Your Black Master
When you know your Black Master is on his way to come and see you, it’s best you present yourself as being your best: already you have gotten your hair done, fixed your nails, and selected your preferred outfit to entertain him for the day. Your husband has lent a hand in making you look your best, too. You wash yourself in aromatic oil, wear your Master’s favorite perfume, put on your ‘fuck me’ high heels and pantyhose under your skirt, and then you wait.
There comes the door bell ringing. Your husband drops his newspaper and goes to see who it is. He opens the door and welcomes your Black Dom into your home.
He comes bearing gifts — a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses. He’s all dapper and his aura exudes such confidence it’s enough to make your husband appear small before his eyes.
“You’re welcome, sir,” your hubby says to your Dom. “Please make yourself at home while I go get her for you.”
Your Dom settles in the living room while your hubby rushes over to inform you. You take one last look at yourself in the mirror before leaving the room.
“Ah, there’s my little sunshine,” your Master murmurs as you come into his arms and accept his kisses.
“I hope you love what I’m wearing, sir.” You spurn around for him to appreciate how tight your dress is on your body, showcasing your plum buttock and your 36’D set of knockers.
“You sure look good enough to eat, bitch,” he paws your ass with both hands, and murmurs appreciation. “Hmmm. So fucking sexy-looking.”
“Thank you, Master Ike.” You press your hand against his crotch, and it warms your heart to feel his bludgeoning erection. “I’m glad it excites you.”
“Good looking out, cuck-boi,” your Dom addresses you’re hubby for taking excellent care of you. “Your bitch is looking mighty fine today.”
“Thank you, sir,” your husband gives a courtesy bow. “I do my best with her everyday.”
“You wearing your cage, boi?”
“Yes sir,” your hubby unzips his fly to present his chastity-caged penis then zips it up again.
“Good. Go put the wine in the fridge. We’ll pop it open later. For now, I wanna see what my bitch is about.”
Your wife falls into his arms and starts kissing him. She cannot wait to get him out of his clothes for him to get her naked and fuck her. You, likewise, cannot wait for the same thing, too. Your only obstacle is your chastity cage that you’re wearing, but nothing you can do about that. You have no choice but to let them be free with themselves. It is your home, but you’re not the one in command. Not when your Black Master is around.
Your role is to receive and obey whatever command that your wife or her Black Master issues you; no questions asked nor complaints given. Knowing that you wish to become a part of their circle, you should do whatever is necessary to be as submissive of a cuck that you can possibly be. When the time comes for you to be invited to clean your wife’s pussy, your Black Master is readily afford your entry.
And after you are done cleaning up your wife, never you forget to thank your Black Master for the opportunity of serving him.
You might find this activity displeasing, but know that many husbands out there would crave to be in your place. Consider it an honour to serve your wife and her Master in your home, than if she were to head over to his place and not take you along. At least this way, you get to watch your wife in her natural element in your home. You get to see her as the actual slut whose image you’ve harboured in your head for a long time.
great introduction Sir. maybe the cuck-boi can welcome the Master with more deference, like kneeling and bowing down, kissing his feet.