I saw this image from a video about a real life cuckolding wife and her husband. I thought about adapting the method shown for bitch-boy but decided against it as, for the last three years plus, every single one of his orgasms has been while in severe bondage and after a session of nasty dickie-discipline. That has to be his way of life now. So good for his complete subjugation to my will. It would be such a shame to interrupt the lengthy duration that has now passed.
However, my imagination was ignited as to the back story to the image. If I had another regime for bitch-boy, in another life, how would it go? Here are my musings.
Another life regime
Poor pansy-cuck gets a proper orgasm on the 31st of each month. Yes, that does mean no proper orgasm during February, April, June, September and November. It does get a prostate milking or Magic Wand release every three weeks while its cock cage is still locked firmly in place. The cage only comes off for its proper orgasms.
The date was 31st of May. I had passed pansy-cuck the key and instructed it to remove its cock cage and stand in the corner, arms folded behind back until I could be bothered to deal with it. The previous night I had had a torrid, exhilarating night with my current lover. I was reading an excellent novel relaxing on the sofa. It was very warm and I had partially disrobed. I finished a chapter and spoke coldly to pansy-cuck.
‘Pansy-cuck, get over here and get it over with then. You know the drill.’ I moved my hand so the open palm was ready for it. I returned to my excellent novel. I could hear it panting. What a treat it had to see so much of my body while it was masturbating. Without taking my eyes from the pages of my book, I spoke with spite.
‘Come on, get on with it. I haven’t got all day!’ I heard its panting reach a crescendo and then felt the warm splatters as its filth dropped into the palm of my hand and pooled in the centre. Its breathing began to return to normal. I spoke with the same spite.
‘You have exactly two minutes to wash that disgusting object and get your cage locked back on. Go!’ He very quickly returned to me and the scent of soap gently wafted by. He put the key on the arm of the sofa. I did not speak. It knew what to do. It began to lick the palm of my hand clean. It hates doing that. That’s why it’s good for it to do it! I eventually felt my hand was reasonably clean. I then felt the wet-wipe being gently applied to my hand to properly clean it. I spoke calmly.
‘I hope you enjoyed that pansy-cuck. That’s it now till 31st July. I do spoil you letting you have any sort of sex life at all. Perhaps I’ll prohibit it all together in due course. Only prostate or Magic Wand spoiled orgasms? We both know it’s not good to spoil a pansy-cuck husband. Now thank me for my kindness and then fuck off out of my sight and get on with your chores.’