Life as Mandy’s cuck - 1
Part 1
My cuckold wife Mandy and I own a number of short term rental apartments. They are pretty much always full, and provide us with a reasonable income. We have them managed by a local holiday agency. As is the custom, the agency brings in casual cleaners after each rental to make the place ready for the next booking. So one day, when I walked in during a clean to touch base with the manager, I was not surprised to find her there with two cleaners I hadn’t seen before.
The manager greeted me when I walked in: “Hi, Chris. You haven’t met these new girls. Let me introduce you. This is Vicky, and over there is Amihan ... She’s just arrived from the Philippines.”
I walked over and greeted them. Vicky was in her twenties, a skinny k** who looked to me like she had a d**g habit. The one from the Philippines wasn’t so young - I’d say in her late 50s - she was plain looking, with a flat nose and large lips on a round face, on top of an equally round body. Her clothes were far too tight and her skirt far too short to be appropriate, but showing surprisingly good looking thighs - rounded, large and firm, which I liked. And in looking at her body, I realised I was getting a little aroused. Not surprising, seeing Mandy had forbidden me masturbation for the last two weeks, after I’d gone online and inadvertently arranged a pindick for her, despite the fact he had been young, muscular and good looking. She has been furious. She was very particular about what she liked in her cunt. Dicks long and as thick as possible. And most of the time it was my job to arrange them for her, other than when she picked them up herself and brought them home. She’d kicked the guy out, after smacking him in the face for being a liar, with his little erection (not much better than mine), which had been poking up hopefully beforehand, now looking pretty limp. I had been in her bedroom with them that day, looking forward to sucking his cum out of her after she’d been fucked and then being allowed to masturbate. But instead, she’d kicked the guy out, then went out to the bar at the nearby international hotel to find a decent fuck, not returning home til the next day. And not before berating me for fucking up with this guy and locking me in a cage, telling me I was a dickless wimp. Anyway, while staring at Amihan’s legs, I realised I had been visualising them around my head as I sucked cum out of her cunt. This got me wondering. Would I be able to get her to meet some of my needs?
Looking up at her face, it was obvious she was aware I had been ogling her and in that moment I could feel the power of control clearly shifting in her direction. So much so, she looked me up and down more than disrespectfully as I greeted her, and then stared me mockingly in the face, as if to say what a cunt I was. I tried to recover and attempted to make small talk. Gradually, she opened up and told me that she and her 35 year old daughter had only been in the country for a few months, had only just got work, and still didn’t have enough to be able to buy the basics and get properly set up; and was still short on basics. She and her daughter lived on their own in a small unit nearby. The daughter still wasn’t working, and they were both looking for more work. But, she quickly added, looking over at the manager on the other side of the room, that she was really happy at the agency. If only they had more work for her, they had so many bills and she was hoping to be able to buy a car soon. I knew she wouldn’t be paid much for the cleaning work - maybe $20 per hour. She’d have to work a lot of hours to get even a basic income. I started thinking about possibilities.
While she was talking I looked more closely at her. From the way she was dressed - skimpy, tight shorts, with a pretty obvious cameltoe, about which she obviously couldn’t care less - she was clearly no prude. Her legs were strongly muscled and firm; and from the significant amount of skin I could see trying to escape her undersized, stretch top, I could see she had pretty sizeable breasts. I really felt there was a big opportunity here, if I could somehow get her to look after some of my libidinous needs. But even if successful, I had to be careful about Mandy finding out. As her cuckold, she held me on a pretty tight rein, controlling very precisely when I was allowed to masturbate, which other than the humiliation she metered out, she assumed was my only sexual release. Fortunately, she let me hang loose most of the time, trusting me and requiring masturbation on my knees in front of her at the designated times, so she could see me releasing ejaculate (which she would either personally spoon feed me, or had whoever happened to be around so do so - a special treat she’d give me). But if I wasn’t able to produce the goods, she assumed I’d been jerking off without permission and would cage me for a month. Fortunately, she had never quite realised I could jerk off daily without any difficulty, since sex with the wife, when it had been allowed, had never been enough for me in the days past, and either brothel sex, masturbation in front of dominas and their staff, or private jerk offs, were essential secondary release. I had always needed so much more.
So as far as Mandy ever knew, the only sex I had in my life was the regulated masturbation she meted out, and the humiliations she provided, such as allowing me to witness her fucking other men, or emasculating me in front of her friends at gatherings. And she knew I was desperate for such humiliations. Mandy indulged herself frequently with other men - but only occasionally invited me to her party, so to speak. She knew I loved, and would even beg for, humiliation as her cuckold, but she rationed it to me like a slot machine. Clearly she did this to ensure my compliance as her servile house boy. So when she did indulge me my gratitude was considerable, and she was always assured slavish, fawning obedience from me. And by the way, I knew she really got off on watching me being humiliated. Not as much as the main course of being fucked by the house guests it was my duty to source, but certainly as a side dish. However, while I was grateful for what she gave me - it wasn’t enough. I never stopped fantasising about other women. Particularly about women who got off on mentally castrating men. That’s why I now fantasised about Amihan. And hoping she was the sort of woman who loved castrating men - metaphorically speaking of course - which her behaviour had already given clue to.
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My cuckold wife Mandy and I own a number of short term rental apartments. They are pretty much always full, and provide us with a reasonable income. We have them managed by a local holiday agency. As is the custom, the agency brings in casual cleaners after each rental to make the place ready for the next booking. So one day, when I walked in during a clean to touch base with the manager, I was not surprised to find her there with two cleaners I hadn’t seen before.
The manager greeted me when I walked in: “Hi, Chris. You haven’t met these new girls. Let me introduce you. This is Vicky, and over there is Amihan ... She’s just arrived from the Philippines.”
I walked over and greeted them. Vicky was in her twenties, a skinny k** who looked to me like she had a d**g habit. The one from the Philippines wasn’t so young - I’d say in her late 50s - she was plain looking, with a flat nose and large lips on a round face, on top of an equally round body. Her clothes were far too tight and her skirt far too short to be appropriate, but showing surprisingly good looking thighs - rounded, large and firm, which I liked. And in looking at her body, I realised I was getting a little aroused. Not surprising, seeing Mandy had forbidden me masturbation for the last two weeks, after I’d gone online and inadvertently arranged a pindick for her, despite the fact he had been young, muscular and good looking. She has been furious. She was very particular about what she liked in her cunt. Dicks long and as thick as possible. And most of the time it was my job to arrange them for her, other than when she picked them up herself and brought them home. She’d kicked the guy out, after smacking him in the face for being a liar, with his little erection (not much better than mine), which had been poking up hopefully beforehand, now looking pretty limp. I had been in her bedroom with them that day, looking forward to sucking his cum out of her after she’d been fucked and then being allowed to masturbate. But instead, she’d kicked the guy out, then went out to the bar at the nearby international hotel to find a decent fuck, not returning home til the next day. And not before berating me for fucking up with this guy and locking me in a cage, telling me I was a dickless wimp. Anyway, while staring at Amihan’s legs, I realised I had been visualising them around my head as I sucked cum out of her cunt. This got me wondering. Would I be able to get her to meet some of my needs?
Looking up at her face, it was obvious she was aware I had been ogling her and in that moment I could feel the power of control clearly shifting in her direction. So much so, she looked me up and down more than disrespectfully as I greeted her, and then stared me mockingly in the face, as if to say what a cunt I was. I tried to recover and attempted to make small talk. Gradually, she opened up and told me that she and her 35 year old daughter had only been in the country for a few months, had only just got work, and still didn’t have enough to be able to buy the basics and get properly set up; and was still short on basics. She and her daughter lived on their own in a small unit nearby. The daughter still wasn’t working, and they were both looking for more work. But, she quickly added, looking over at the manager on the other side of the room, that she was really happy at the agency. If only they had more work for her, they had so many bills and she was hoping to be able to buy a car soon. I knew she wouldn’t be paid much for the cleaning work - maybe $20 per hour. She’d have to work a lot of hours to get even a basic income. I started thinking about possibilities.
While she was talking I looked more closely at her. From the way she was dressed - skimpy, tight shorts, with a pretty obvious cameltoe, about which she obviously couldn’t care less - she was clearly no prude. Her legs were strongly muscled and firm; and from the significant amount of skin I could see trying to escape her undersized, stretch top, I could see she had pretty sizeable breasts. I really felt there was a big opportunity here, if I could somehow get her to look after some of my libidinous needs. But even if successful, I had to be careful about Mandy finding out. As her cuckold, she held me on a pretty tight rein, controlling very precisely when I was allowed to masturbate, which other than the humiliation she metered out, she assumed was my only sexual release. Fortunately, she let me hang loose most of the time, trusting me and requiring masturbation on my knees in front of her at the designated times, so she could see me releasing ejaculate (which she would either personally spoon feed me, or had whoever happened to be around so do so - a special treat she’d give me). But if I wasn’t able to produce the goods, she assumed I’d been jerking off without permission and would cage me for a month. Fortunately, she had never quite realised I could jerk off daily without any difficulty, since sex with the wife, when it had been allowed, had never been enough for me in the days past, and either brothel sex, masturbation in front of dominas and their staff, or private jerk offs, were essential secondary release. I had always needed so much more.
So as far as Mandy ever knew, the only sex I had in my life was the regulated masturbation she meted out, and the humiliations she provided, such as allowing me to witness her fucking other men, or emasculating me in front of her friends at gatherings. And she knew I was desperate for such humiliations. Mandy indulged herself frequently with other men - but only occasionally invited me to her party, so to speak. She knew I loved, and would even beg for, humiliation as her cuckold, but she rationed it to me like a slot machine. Clearly she did this to ensure my compliance as her servile house boy. So when she did indulge me my gratitude was considerable, and she was always assured slavish, fawning obedience from me. And by the way, I knew she really got off on watching me being humiliated. Not as much as the main course of being fucked by the house guests it was my duty to source, but certainly as a side dish. However, while I was grateful for what she gave me - it wasn’t enough. I never stopped fantasising about other women. Particularly about women who got off on mentally castrating men. That’s why I now fantasised about Amihan. And hoping she was the sort of woman who loved castrating men - metaphorically speaking of course - which her behaviour had already given clue to.
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