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I once slept with a girl that I met at the gym… she trained all the time and I asked her for a pair of her smelly used gym socks… she gave me a pair that stunk (like vinegar)… she thought I wanted them to sniff myself…

I took them home and pretended to take them off my feet… then playfully held them over my girlfriends face saying ‘do my socks smell?’ Laughing…. She laughed too, saying ‘ew they stink… get them away from me’….

I playfully held them over her mouth and nose ensuring she got a good taste of the smell…

Found it a huge turn on

I’ve been fucking my ex GF for several months now… she has a new BF who’s oblivious and I really get off on small acts of cruelty to him.

It started off simple, I’d have her blow me before she left and tell her to give him a fresh kiss right away when she got home.

More recently I’ve fucked her in their apartment while he’s at work and I’ve rubbed his toothbrush up my ass crack, pissed in his shower gel, and of course fucked in their bed and wiped my cock on his pillow case after…

Anyone enjoy similar things? She enjoyed the bj kiss so I’m hoping to get her more involved in the future… any ideas welcome 🙏

Been with my GF for just over a year, she’s confident, and she enjoys playing the dom role in and out of the bedroom.

I told her about my findom kink early in the relationship and we often go on shopping trips where I carry the bags and pay.

I’m thinking about taking it to a new level, doing a full financial power exchange: Signing over all of my assets (house I bought before we met, live savings account, car etc.) so that everything is in her name…

I would be turned on by the power she has over me… knowing that I’m a tenant in ‘her house’ etc. and she could leave me broke at a moment’s notice … the ultimate power exchange… which I’m hoping she’d also enjoy.

I was wondering if anyone else had considered doing anything similar? If so, how did it work out?

*Trying something new so feedback welcome 🙏 *

I’ve been with my Girl Friend Sarah for just over 3 years, she’s a very confident, outgoing person and she enjoys playing the dominant role in and out of the bedroom.

I’m more of a quiet, introvert, who enjoys pleasing others, especially Sarah, for my own enjoyment. I work in an office as an engineer and am fairly well off financially.

We’re both in our mid 30’s and I ‘came out’ to her about my submissive kinks early in the relationship, firstly with Financial Domination. She didn’t seem surprised and seemed to take to it naturally. We began going on shopping trips where I essentially acted as her assistant, holding items she picked around the shops while she bossed me about, carrying the bags, and obviously paying for everything.

I told her that I enjoy her ordering me to pay for things or ‘demanding’ my card when she goes out with her friends.

She’s been discrete about it and hadn’t told any of her friends or family (as far as I’m aware), and she never took it too far, always staying within the limits she knows I can stretch to.

We rarely argue and I would say that I trust her fully.

Around a year ago I introduced the idea of cuckolding. Saying how much of a turn on it would be if she were to go on dates with guys, which I would pay for, and she could tease me about it when she came home.

I was over the moon when she agreed to it and she created a Tinder account and had a couple of solo dates, with some sexual contact but didn’t go all the way.

Life seemed great and a few months ago I began thinking a lot about taking the financial domination play to a whole new level by doing a full financial power exchange: Signing over all of my assets (house I bought before we met, live savings account, car etc.) so that everything is in her name…

I found the idea incredibly hot and but was wary of the risks… When I finally plucked up the courage to Sarah I made it clear that nothing would noticeably change but I would be constantly turned on by the power she has over me… knowing that I’m a tenant in ‘her house’ etc. and she could leave me broke at a moment’s notice … the ultimate power exchange… she seemed VERY keen and thought it would be a good way of spicing things up, as we hadn’t had sex in weeks. Not through lack of me trying.

She took the lead and told me that in order to heighten the tension we should abstain from physical contact until everything was signed… I wasn’t to cum until it was all hers…. she certainly knew how to push my buttons!

I wasn’t so horny that I spent the next few days setting the transfers up with my bank and solicitors … both of whom warned me about the risks but I wasn’t too horny to listen.

We visited the solicitors office together and I officially signed over the deeds to my house, £180,000 life savings, my car and my classic motorbike… Sarah had dressed in business attire, with high heels. When the documents were all signed she at me smirking and I almost came in my pants there and then. She told me to drive me back to her house.

When we got through the door I couldn’t wait to finally have a release… she followed slowly up the stairs, her heels clicking as she climbed. She told me to strip and lay on the bed… I did as I was told and laid back, she slid her hand up and down my cock and whispered in my ear ‘everything is mine now’ … I came instantly and she giggled… ‘that was quick’ she laughed. ‘Maybe I need to go on one of my dates to get satisfied properly’ she raised her eyebrows teasingly and continued to chuckle as she left the room.

I lay on the bed, my mind a blur, post nut clarity mixed with feelings of nervousness and excitement.

…….

Later that night Sarah told me that, following our ‘chat’ earlier, she thought it would be fun to get back on Tinder again for some more dates. The thought turned me on immensely but I played it down.

‘That sounds good’ I replied.

‘Errr … I wasn’t ASKING, I was TELLING’ she said playfully… ‘I’m the boss now, remember?’

‘Sorry, of course’ I said keenly.

She laughed ‘That’s better…. Because I found someone familiar on there… my ex Simon.’

My stomach dropped. Sarah had told me about Simon before. They had dated before for several years… He sounded like a true ‘alpha’… tall, muscular, tattooed, and worked in construction…. He had a gambling addiction which led to them breaking up… She had told me previously how devastated she was when they ended it. I knew this would be playing with fire…. But I couldn’t deny how turned on it made me.

She grinned at the look on my face and continued ‘we matched earlier in the week and we’re meeting tomorrow….. you don’t have a problem with that do you?’

I realised that this had been going on while the transfer was being finalised… I felt an uneasy feeling in my gut…

‘Errr… no’ I said sheepishly ‘I love the thought of you having fun’

She burst out laughing ‘oh this is going to be fun alright!’ She continued laughing and got back on her phone.

I walked upstairs and stood in the bathroom looking in the mirror. My body a mix of every emotion; nerves, regret, jealousy, excitement.. but most importantly lust….. What had I let myself in for???

…. To be continued…

I can tell you from experience that hardsports is definitely one for the ‘fantasy only’ realm

My mind had been racing all day with thoughts of what could happen next, the best and worst case scenarios. My mind was still drifting as I heard Sophie’s keys in the door, then the click of her heels on the wooden floor as she walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, where I was preparing dinner.

I expected her to be angry but the expression on her face was one of pity.

‘I’m so sorry’ I said desperately.

She came towards me and put her hand on my arm.

‘It’s ok’ she said reassuringly ‘I know you didn’t mean to upset me, and I probably overreacted a lot bit. It was just a bit of a shock. I didn’t know you were into anything like that.’

I looked at the ground ‘it’s just a fantasy…. I wouldn’t expect you to do it or anything.’

‘Wellll actually….’ She paused, a smile forming on her face. ‘I was speaking to Claire about it today…’

A knot began to form in my stomach…. She’d shared this with Claire, her friend, who never seemed to like me.

‘….. and she’s heard about this kind of thing before. She said it’s quite common and she wasn’t surprised that you were into it.’ She giggled.

I was annoyed that she’d shared it so openly with Claire (who was known to be a bit of a gossip) but I also found it incredibly hot.

She continued. ‘She told me how some guys were naturally more “alpha” types and some were “beta”. She said she knew you were a “beta” type, caring, loving, but not dominant or masterful.’

I couldn’t believe how accurately Claire’s analysis was, as I’d only met her a couple of times. But then I realised that Sophie must have told her about me. The good points and the bad.

I tried to respond.

‘I do really care about you!’ I said, conscious of how desperate I sounded.

‘Awww’ Sophie responded ‘I know you do hunny… Claire explained that you’re probably just trying to make me happy by allowing me to getting that “alpha” treatment that you struggle with… Is that right?’

‘Absolutely…’ I said, realising how pathetic I sounded ‘your pleasure is what turns me on.’

She smiled ‘okay, well Claire said she’d help us…’

I could feel my cock harden. She continued.

‘She’s been back on the dating scene recently and she said there are a lot of “alpha” types out there… She thought it would be fun if she set me up with an “alpha” guy and we go on a double date.’

‘That sounds great!’ I said excitedly. She looked down at my stiff cock and chuckled. Then she placed her hand over my crotch and started gently stroking.

‘Well you’re definitely reacting as Claire said you would..’ she said teasingly. Continuing to stoke ‘… you like the thought of a couple of big “alpha” men taking me and Claire out for dinner?’

‘Yes’ I gasped… My horny thoughts has been brewing all day and I felt close to cumming as she stroked harder.

‘You know Claire only dates black guys’ she teased. ‘You’re ok with that too… a big, strong black man taking me out on a date?’

‘Yes….’ I stammered ‘That’s so hot!’

I was breathing heavy and felt the cum release in my boxers… Sophie pulled her hand away and held it up… looking at her moist hand then at me.

‘Well that didn’t last very long!’ She laughed, breaking character. ‘I was enjoying that.’ She smiled.

I flushed with embarrassment. ‘I’m sorry. It’s… just… that was so hot….. I really enjoyed it.’

‘I can see’ she said, raising her eyebrows. ‘I’m sure you’ll enjoy it even more when I go out on a date.’

I tried to smile back ‘oh… I thought… that was…. Just…. Roleplay?’ I said unsure.

‘Oh no, that’s happening!’ She laughed ‘Claire is really excited and isn’t gonna let it go… she loves being “matchmaking” and says she’s really good at it.’

‘Are you excited about it?’ I said sheepishly.

She paused in mock thought ‘yeah, I suppose I am…’ she said teasingly ‘…. I’ve never been on a date with a BIG, STRONG, black man before.’ She emphasised the last part and chuckled.

I felt myself getting hard again. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips.

‘Now, joking aside I need to wash my hair.’ She smiled and headed upstairs. I stood alone in the kitchen. My head buzzing with a mixture of nerves, excitement, embarrassment, and sheer lust.

…………………….

Sophie washed her hair and we ate dinner together. The conversation went back to more mundane topics, but at the back of my mind I couldn’t stop thinking about this date.

Sophie was right, Claire wouldn’t let this go, so there was a very real possibility that it could actually happen.

Any uncertainty was removed later that night, as we lay in bed together, Me reading, Sophie watching videos on her phone, with her headphones on. I heard her phone buzz, she giggled and began typing furiously.

‘Oh…my… god!’ She said giggling, taking out her headphones ‘Claire’s just messaged me about this date.’

My stomach churned as I knew what was coming but I still tried to act casual.

‘Oh yeah… what did she say?’ I kept my eyes on my books pretending to read.

‘She says she’s found the perfect guy… The friend of the guy she was out with last night.’ She continued typing and her phone buzzed with responses.

‘Wow she doesn’t hang around.’ I faked laugher, trying to act calm, but I felt excitement surge through me. ‘Did she say anything about him?’

‘All she says is that she knows hes perfect’ She responded remained fixed to her phone in text conversation with Claire. ‘That he’s a proper “alpha” and really good looking.’

My cock stiffened.

She turned looked at me nervously ‘are you SURE you’re up for this?’ She look concerned ‘because… she’s really gonna set this up if you want it?’

I looked at her and knew that this was probably going to be my last chance at ending this without consequence… The keep it as ‘fantasy’ forever, or to live it for real… in those few seconds all of the outcomes flashed before me; the risks, the rewards, the reality.

I looked into her eyes ‘I do want it, but only if you do too… I wouldn’t want you to do it if you don’t want to…. do you want to ?’

She paused, flushed, and gave a nervous smile ‘yeah I think it could be fun.’

I smiled back ‘let’s do it!’

‘Ok’ she responded excitedly and her attention went back to her phone… she typed away and the responses buzzed back.

After a while of pretending to read I rolled over and pretended to sleep… Sophie put her phone away and laid back shortly afterward… I was facing away from her but could feel movement and knew she was masturbating…. I felt a rush through my body, knowing that my fantasy was going to come true….

But as the old saying goes ‘be careful what you wish for’

‘

It’s funny how quick life can turn around and fantasy can become reality.

Like many guys, I’ve harboured cuckold fantasies for years but never had the guts to mention it to girlfriends, for fear of their reaction.

I’d debated with myself internally on how I could go about broaching the topic, in a noncommittal way, and then, when an opportunity presented itself I finally confessed to my long term girlfriend Sophie.

The opportunity came when I heard about a Netflix documentary series on ‘extreme lifestyles’, which contained an episode on couples who enjoy cuckolding. Initially, the idea of just watching the show with her turned me on, seeing her reaction and fantasising about what she was thinking. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw that it was the perfect opportunity to raise the topic in a controlled way.

I’d been with Sophie for 5 years and lived together for 4 of those, in a small house which I’d bought when I was younger. We were both in our early 30’s when we met via a dating app and were happy.

People sometimes seemed surprised that we were together, as she’s well above me in the looks department. I’m relatively short at 5’7 and not in the best of shape, as most of my time at work is spent sat at a desk. Sophie is around the same height and although not a ‘super model’ she has a girl next door beauty, with long blonde hair, bbw curves, and large breasts.

We would watch TV together most evenings, and on Friday nights this would often be accompanied by a bottle of wine.

On this particular Friday I bought and chilled a bottle of Rose’ (her favourite) wine and brought it into the lounge after dinner. We sat on the sofa together, her bare legs draped over my lap, as she sipped her wine and I massaged her feet.

I took the remote and, after a few minutes of scrolling, ‘came across it’ the show and suggested we put it on. We sat watching and I tried to subtlety gauge her reaction, although her facial expression didn’t change much and frustratingly, she was distracted by her phone, which kept pinging with messages from Claire, a friend of hers from work who was out on a date.

She seemed to be more interested in the text conversation with her friend than the show and I felt the opportunity beginning to slip by.

‘This is pretty wild stuff isn’t it?’ I said

She glanced up from her phone to the TV, then at me.

‘Yeah, I suppose.’ She said, shrugging her shoulders and looking back at her phone. ‘It’s abit weird.’

‘How do you mean?’ I asked

‘Guys who want their wives go out and sleep with other men… a bit weird.’ She said, raising her eyebrows, still looking at her phone. She took a large gulp of wine.

In the back of my mind I knew that this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, I tried to hide my nerves as I gathered my courage and responded as casually as I could manage, continuing to look at the TV.

‘I think most men find the idea of their partner being with another guy quite hot.’

From the corner of my eye I saw her face (still focused on the phone) contort into a look of confusion.

‘Most guys?’ She said casually, shaking her head. ‘Do you find it hot?’

Nervous energy filled my body, as I tried to stay nonchalant.

‘Yeah, the idea is definitely a turn on.

All of a sudden her eyes left the phone screen and met mine. ‘What?’ She said incredulously ‘you find the idea of me going out with another guy hot?’

I tried to play it cool but I could feel myself shaking.

‘Yeah, well just the idea… not like cheating or anything…. but the fantasy of you doing it with my knowledge… just fantasy… does turn me on.’

She put her wine glass down and took her legs off my lap, staring ahead, a look of confusion on her face.

‘Are you serious?… how could that turn you on?’

‘I don’t know’ I replied, too scared to maintain eye contact ‘it’s just a turn on, not even sex or anything just the thought of you out with another guy…’ I tried to backtrack ‘not in real life, just fantasy.’

‘What?!’ She said, standing up. She looked upset. ‘And then you would be with other women, is that right? You’re disgusting!’

‘Never!’ I said desperately, looking up at her ‘I would never want another woman. I love you and only ever want you.’

I could see that she was getting angry. Her hands moved to her hips.

‘So you love me but you want me to fuck other men?!?’

‘It’s just a fantasy!’ I pleaded ‘it doesn’t have to happen….. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you.’

She laughed sarcastically ‘didn’t mean to upset me?! You’re sick!’ She stormed out of the room and upstairs. I heard our bedroom door shut and the lock turn, knowing I wasn’t welcome in there that night… maybe any other night.

I put my head in my hands, regretting what I’d done. Kicking myself for being so stupid. Worrying that I might lose everything.

But part of me was relieved… and an even larger part was excited…

I’d finally confessed …. And the seed had been planted.

The next morning was Saturday and Sophie went out early. I woke up to hear the sound of her closing the front door on the way out and felt a dull sense of guilt and regret.

I sent her a text apologising and asking her to forgive me. I told her I felt terrible and I wanted to make it up to her.

She’d still not responded by mid afternoon and I began to worry. I sent another message of apology and asked her to let me know if she was ok and safe.

She responded a few minutes later.

‘I’m fine. I’m with Claire… Will be home later and we can talk xx’

I felt relieved that she was ok and seemed to be less angry, but i was also filled with dread at the ‘talk’ we would be having when she got home.

It was evening by the time she returned home and I was pleased to see that she didn’t seem angry….

Question for the cucks…Other than the obvious fact that someone who pleases your wife/gf… Who is your dream bull? If you had a magic wand and could turn fantasy into reality;

Your old bully?

Your Work rival?

Her coworker?

Her ex?

Stranger?

Celebrity?

Other?

Genuinely curious if cuck fantasy broadly aligns…. Any thoughts/ comments greatly appreciated 🙏

Bit of a rant here but have any other subs found that there aren’t many true doms out there IRL?

I’m UK based and enjoy regularly meeting ladies for cashpointmeets, findom shopping trips, and cash drops.

What I’ve found in the last year or so, almost all of the ladies say they’re bossy, bitchy, dominant etc. but when we meet are actually not dominant at all.

They will say things like ‘can I have the money then please’ and ‘thank you so much’ when its done which (I’m sure subs will agree) completely kills the whole point of the role play.

I enjoy true bossy ladies, who take charge and demand (telling not asking) but they do not seem to exist in reality, only online.

Am I missing something? Any thoughts, comments, questions, would be greatly appreciated.

Thinking of dipping our toes into hotwifing and was considering booking my GF some sessions in the gym with a fit Personal trainer as a ‘soft’ introduction.

The way I see it:

-She will be in regular close contact with a fit guy.

- He will be looking over her body, in tight gym clothing (which I’ll buy).

- She’ll get used to taking orders from an ‘alpha’ male who will be pushing her physically.

-Hopefully they will maintain some form of text contact.

- PTs often request ‘progress pics’ of clients in underwear. The idea of which is very hot.

The worst that can happen is she trains and learns some new techniques. I don’t really see a downside.

Just wondering if anyone had tried anything similar as a method of soft introduction? Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

Thinking of dipping our toes into hotwifing and was considering booking my GF some sessions in the gym with a fit Personal trainer as a ‘soft’ introduction.

The way I see it:

-She will be in regular close contact with a fit guy.

- He will be looking over her body, in tight gym clothing (which I’ll buy).

- She’ll get used to taking orders from an ‘alpha’ male who will be pushing her physically.

-Hopefully they will maintain some form of text contact.

- PTs often request ‘progress pics’ of clients in underwear. The idea of which is very hot.

The worst that can happen is she trains and learns some new techniques. I don’t really see a downside.

Just wondering if anyone had tried anything similar as a method of soft introduction? Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

I find the idea of ‘full’ financial control such a turn on but I’m nervous about taking the next step and actually going through with it IRL.

I’ve been with my Girl Friend for just over a year, she’s a very confident, outgoing person (whereas I’m more introverted) and she enjoys playing the dominant role in and out of the bedroom.

I ‘came out’ to her about my findom kink early in the relationship and we often go on shopping trips where I essentially act as her assistant, holding items she picks around the shops while she bosses me about, carrying the bags, and obviously paying for everything.

She knows I enjoy her ordering me to pay for things or ‘demanding’ my card when she goes out with friends.

She’s been discrete about it and hasn’t told any of her friends or family (as far as I’m aware), and she’s never taken it too far, always staying within the limits she knows I can stretch to.

We rarely argue and I would say that I trust her fully.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about taking it to a whole new level by doing a full financial power exchange: Signing over all of my assets (house I bought before we met, live savings account, car etc.) so that everything is in her name…

Nothing would noticeably change but I would be constantly turned on by the power she has over me… knowing that I’m a tenant in ‘her house’ etc. and she could leave me broke at a moment’s notice … the ultimate power exchange… which I’m hoping she would also enjoy.

I was wondering if anyone else had considered doing anything similar? If so, how did it work out?

Any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated. TIA

I find the idea of ‘full’ financial control such a turn on but I’m nervous about going through with it.

I’ve been with my GF for just over a year and she enjoys playing the dom role.

Lately I’ve been fantasising about signing over my assets (house, savings, car etc.) so that everything is in her name… leaving me broke if she ever left me … the ultimate power exchange… has anyone else done anything similar?

Thinking of dipping our toes into hotwifing and was considering booking my GF some sessions in the gym with a fit Personal trainer as a ‘soft’ introduction.

The way I see it:

-She will be in regular close contact with a fit guy.

- He will be looking over her body, in tight gym clothing (which I’ll buy).

- She’ll get used to taking orders from an ‘alpha’ male who will be pushing her physically.

-Hopefully they will maintain some form of text contact.

- PTs often request ‘progress pics’ of clients in underwear. The idea of which is very hot.

The worst that can happen is she trains and learns some new techniques. I don’t really see a downside.

Just wondering if anyone had tried anything similar as a method of soft introduction? Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

I find the idea of ‘full’ financial control such a turn on but I’m nervous about going through with it.

I’ve been with my GF for just over a year and she enjoys playing the dom role.

Lately I’ve been fantasising about signing over my assets (house, savings, car etc.) so that everything is in her name… leaving me broke if she ever left me … the ultimate power exchange… has anyone else done anything similar?