u/Littlepeepeehusband

For those couples who include limited nudity or nudity denial…

Curious about how this started for you, how it has progressed (if it has), and how over time it has evolved or shaped your dynamic.

For us, it’s not complete denial, but limited and situational.

Over time, I’ve found I’ve grown to more deeply appreciate her beauty, and appreciate more nuances of her body over and above obvious sexual bits.

Also, less entitlement or “taking for granted” drives me to place a greater value on other aspects of our intimacy - touch, scent, etc.

It’s also re-energized my arousal response to her “non-naked” sexiness … see her legs when she’s in her robe, her nearly bare feet in sandals, her cleavage in pretty summer dress.

What are your thoughts and experience?

I was replying to a post in another subreddit and it struck me that I’d love to get thoughts from the community on this.

This is NOT about labels, this is about different “feminine archetypes” and how my wife has come to embody all of these as three overlapping aspects of her identity and role in our female-centric dynamic.

It seems we’re often inclined to pigeon-hole a person or a role.

These three aspects are not mutually exclusive and while one may be more predominant at a given time, the others are always present and apparent to some extent, in some form.

Mommy is one aspect of my wife.

The nurturing, benevolent, guiding, stern but loving hand that grounds me. When I am at my most vulnerable, when I am shaken or overwhelmed, this is when I need Mommy most.

Being a nurturer and caregiver is fundamental to her - it is part of the fabric of who she is. There are times for her when expressing this aspect/instinct is at the forefront and what drives her fulfillment.

Goddess is another aspect.

For us, this is not unrelatable or distant - she isn’t “a goddess”, but for very specific reasons personal to us, she is MY Goddess.

This isn’t her claiming a station above me, but her allowing me to put her on a pedestal upon which I honor, serve, and venerate the divinity and supremacy of her femininity and womanhood.

As my Goddess, she is deservedly worshipped, celebrated, and yes - entitled, but benevolent … never petty or capricious.

Babygirl is the third aspect.

This is where she is my charge to provide for, protect, care for and hold dear. This is where I step forward to lead as my service to her.

I play my part to be her loving, strong, confident rock and shelter. This is where she can let go of burdensome responsibility, where she can come for help and rescue if she wants.

My loving, guiding sanctuary as my Mommy, venerated and worshipped as my Goddess … she is adored, treasured, protected, and provided for as my Babygirl.

How they come together -

There are no abrupt shifts or splits from one aspect to another … it is more like a seamless flow that tracks to the circumstances of the day, the moment, to her needs, to mine, to ours.

As natural as this feels now, we struggled for a while nailing this down. One would seem to fit, then not so much as another came to the forefront … which was it?

As I said before, there is this inclination to put something in “a” box - it’s a way for us to find clarity, order.

The real clarity came when, taking a step back, we realized it’s not one, it’s a TRINITY. She is all of these, all of the time.

I was replying to a post in another subreddit and it struck me that I’d love to get thoughts from the community on this.

This is NOT about labels, this is about different “feminine archetypes” and how my wife has come to embody all of these as three overlapping aspects of her identity and role in our female-centric dynamic.

It seems we’re often inclined to pigeon-hole a person or a role.

These three aspects are not mutually exclusive and while one may be more predominant at a given time, the others are always present and apparent to some extent, in some form.

Mommy is one aspect of my wife.

The nurturing, benevolent, guiding, stern but loving hand that grounds me. When I am at my most vulnerable, when I am shaken or overwhelmed, this is when I need Mommy most.

Being a nurturer and caregiver is fundamental to her - it is part of the fabric of who she is. There are times for her when expressing this aspect/instinct is at the forefront and what drives her fulfillment.

Goddess is another aspect.

For us, this is not unrelatable or distant - she isn’t “a goddess”, but for very specific reasons personal to us, she is MY Goddess.

This isn’t her claiming a station above me, but her allowing me to put her on a pedestal upon which I honor, serve, and venerate the divinity and supremacy of her femininity and womanhood.

As my Goddess, she is deservedly worshipped, celebrated, and yes - entitled, but benevolent … never petty or capricious.

Babygirl is the third aspect.

This is where she is my charge to provide for, protect, care for and hold dear. This is where I step forward to lead as my service to her.

I play my part to be her loving, strong, confident rock and shelter. This is where she can let go of burdensome responsibility, where she can come for help and rescue if she wants.

My loving, guiding sanctuary as my Mommy, venerated and worshipped as my Goddess … she is adored, treasured, protected, and provided for as my Babygirl.

How they come together -

There are no abrupt shifts or splits from one aspect to another … it is more like a seamless flow that tracks to the circumstances of the day, the moment, to her needs, to mine, to ours.

As natural as this feels now, we struggled for a while nailing this down. One would seem to fit, then not so much as another came to the forefront … which was it?

As I said before, there is this inclination to put something in “a” box - it’s a way for us to find clarity, order.

The real clarity came when, taking a step back, we realized it’s not one, it’s a TRINITY. She is all of these, all of the time.

I just saw another redditor posting his thanks to this community and it got me thinking about it.

Cuckolding is a pretty tough kink when it comes to finding community.

Cuckolding is treated as kind of fringe and taboo even in adjacent kinks like swinging, ENM, and BDSM.

Go over to any of the “hotwife” discussion subreddits and mention anything that sounds like cuckold and you will get effing bulldozed like you’re a pervert of the worst kind.

The prevalence of the interracial aspect (especially in porn) gives a lot of people some additional aversion, and an automatic assumption that anyone with an ethnic preference is a racist of the worst kind (no matter what side you’re coming from).

On top of that, thanks to recent, shitty developments in identity politics, the word “cuck” has become synonymous with weakling, beta, door mat, loser, etc.

Then you have the porn tropes, reinforcing all that stupidity plus adding some other bullshit to the mix:

Cuckoldresses are portrayed as wanton, easy sluts, solely obsessed with giant cocks and being bred, with zero respect for propriety, and who feel nothing but contempt, resentment, and disrespect for their husbands.

Bulls don’t get a break either - they are portrayed as thugs, bullies, living dildos, home wreckers, even perpetrators of sexual assault who cross boundaries and violate limits out of belligerence and entitlement.

And don’t forget about the army of one-handed-typing, fantasy cucks who spew and amplify all of this porn-slop content, fabricating their own jerk-off material and arousal from the idea that maybe some stranger thinks their story is real.

I have a hard time thinking of another ENM kink that has such an awful, poisonous reputation, or that is superficially so debasing to the people who take part in it.

As a cuckold, cuckoldress, or third, you have to navigate all of that bullshit to stitch together bits and pieces of what’s actually real … and you BETTER be careful doing it, because someone is ready and waiting to shame you at every turn.

So - thank you all for making this community part of what’s real.

Personally, without this group, I don’t know where I would go to talk, share experiences, and get support.

A big thanks to the Mods - it’s impossible to keep any subreddit spic and span, but you all do the best job I’ve seen done, especially given all of the bullshit I just laid out.

EDIT TO ADD:

Part of the reason for this post, in addition to the Redditor I mentioned above, is I’ve seen a lot of complaints surface here recently.

Criticism is fine, I’m sure the mods welcome constructive input, and it’s always a good thing to have open discussions about room for improvement.

But ladies and gentlemen, please take a moment and check yourself before you get on a high horse about this place having major problems, the mods being nazis, or the BS that inevitably leaks in.

This post is NOT about age play.

So one time after my wife and her bull were done they were sitting on the couch and I was in a chair across from them.

This time it had been very passionate - lots of touching and making out when they were getting started and then it was more like love making than their typical higher-impact play.

That’s context for their conversation - they started talking about really rough sex, and she explained how she loves it truly rough - slapping her, pulling her hair, choking her, fucking her face, leaving marks on her, etc.

They keep talking back and forth and I’m listening and then my wife looks over at me:

“Look, look! His tiny little peepee is getting hard”.

Then she started laughing and he started laughing, and I felt myself blush like a school girl. And she says:

“Awww, he’s all embarrassed” and they giggled some more and went back to talking.

I had that deep pit feeling of embarrassment in my gut, and it felt exactly like the embarrassment over getting that awkward boner back in middle school.

I’ve felt and experienced humiliation in all kinds of ways and forms, but this was different, and it was literally like rolling back the clock 40 years.

I was just melting inside and it was a total mind fuck to feel regressed like that. It also felt like they were adults and I was a pathetic little boy, embarrassing himself with his lack of self control.

I actually covered my little penis with my shirt.

Curious if others have ever experienced something like this - that kind of awkward sex-related embarrassment that you last felt when you were young, that feeling of your body betraying you.

EDIT TO ADD:

I am not hurt. I’m doing great. Just processing.

This was a novel experience and jarring, but to be clear - a very positive and arousing experience.

I love being vulnerable to my wife and her bulls, and humiliation and embarrassment (in addition to being arousing) make me feel loved and valued.

If we weren’t so close, if we didn’t have so tight of a bond, the comfort for this kind of play and openness wouldn’t exist.

Hi all - curious if any other cucks are marked.

I wear a leather “cuff” like bracelet. It’s black leather and adorned with chrome hardware that spells out “cuckold” in Morse code.

It’s just a sharp looking but subtle bracelet I wear 24/7 as a way to celebrate and acknowledge my place as my wife’s loving cuck. Her bulls also know what it is.

It’s kind of the equivalent of a day collar for a submissive in a BDSM context.

I also have a couple t-shirts with a subtle cuck symbol - a small circle with symbolic horns - I have worn out a couple times.

Anyone other cucks “collared” or wear something like I described?

Tattoos?

My wife and I have been discussing a tattoo. Something in/around the pelvic area. Would likely be a symbol or maybe the word Cuckold.

This is not a decision we’d make lightly - lots of consideration around it.

Even if we end up moving away from cuckolding, I see it as something that celebrates and commemorates this very unique, intimate adventure together and this time in our life.

Anyone have a cuckold oriented tattoo? What went into your decision?

Whether you have one or not, how do you feel about a tattoo like this?

Hi all. I did some searching in the subreddit but only found a few very old posts without much info.

My wife and I would like to move in the direction of further diminishing the role of my penis in sex and in my achieving orgasm.

On the penis … already restricted to supervised masturbation only, with her occasionally manually teasing. Masturbation is light touching around the head/frenulum for more of a clitoral-like stimulation.

Also worth noting:
* I am very premature - once aroused, usually orgasm in 30-60 seconds unless stimulation (verbal and manual) is reduced or paused.
* I usually leak most ejaculate just from stimulation and prior to climax.
* I am in a flat cage everyday, but not overnight.

Thinking about keeping this to ruined orgasms - so finishing without direct stimulation to go over the edge, and potentially shifting this to vibrator stimulation vs manual.

Has anyone made this change - reducing the penis to more of an erogenous zone vs used directly on through to the point of achieving orgasm?

And on to anal … The ultimate goal would be reaching a place where the majority of my orgasms are anal only.

I am already highly responsive to penetration and prostate stimulation, and she’s become pretty adept with her fingers.

I get very intense sensations in the head of my penis and pleasure “waves” that radiate through my body, but haven’t gone over the edge without some penis play.

One important thing is we don’t want her burdened with having to directly stimulate my prostate all the time … and would be open to self-managed dildo or penetration play.

I’ve heard the “Njoy” wand is often preferred here?

But more importantly on this front - my question are more around training regimen.

Did you set up a regular routine, some standard frequency, did you incorporate psychological triggers like verbal play, repeating mantras (I have a strong auditory/verbal arousal response).

Maybe only allow ruined orgasms from any direct penis stimulation in combination with anal stimulation?

To be clear - fully stopping ejaculation is not on the table for prostate health reasons, so ruined Os or milking has to be part of the routine.

EDIT TO ADD: we are familiar with all of the proper practices around anal play in terms of prep, hygiene, lube, etc. no advice needed here.

TL/DR: wife tried on lots of clothes yesterday, made me so hot and wish I could fuck her, and even though I’ve accepted being penetration free, made me wish so badly I was a real man, and that left me with intense feelings of inadequacy - all the “bitter” part of the “bittersweet” thing.

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I’ve been penetration free for a long time now because I have a very small, prejac penis that is not capable of giving my wife any real pleasure, let alone bringing her to orgasm.

I accepted it, went on to embrace it, and reached a point where I’ve really internalized it. I don’t think of myself as someone who has penetrative sex.

But the sting of being sexually useless as a man can still hit hard.

Yesterday, we were going through our closets, putting together donations. We’ve both been getting in shape and losing weight for several months now.

So there was a parade of her trying things on. She was pretty much naked the whole time, trying things on, asking me how she looked, if we should keep this or that, etc.

This included lots of hot dresses and then got to lingerie. My wife has a smoking body - she is as curvy and voluptuous as you can get without being overweight.

It made me so fucking hot and horny and want her SO badly. My wife loves getting fucked and when a man who can fuck her takes control.

I knew in that moment, if I could fuck her like her Bulls do, I could have just bent her over and started fucking her like a free use slut and she would have loved it. I knew if I was actually what she calls “worth fucking” I could have even just told her to get on her knees and suck me off and she would.

And in the moment thinking about that and realizing that will NEVER happen made me feel so sexually weak and emasculated. I don’t hold any self-pity or negative feelings about myself, but in that moment the whole universe felt unfair and I hated having a little penis.

This went on repeatedly, over several hours.

Every time seeing her change, her asking how this or that looked, then glances of her naked in between.

Every time was like a loud voice repeating to me “you can’t fuck her, you’ll never fuck her, you’re a little peepee bitch, she only fucks real men”.

Then I focused on the good: I thought about how, if I was lucky and pleasing, I’d probably be allowed to sniff her feet and jerk off on the floor later.

And that came crashing back into the other thought “god are you pathetic ‘maybe I’ll get to sniff feet’ - what a wimpy little bitch you are”.

At one point I kind of broke and said “I fully accept everything, but I want to fuck you so badly, sometimes I hate having a little penis”.

She looked at me and gave me this look. It was like an impish grin and a pitying face. Then she said something like “awww, poor little peepee boy. So sad he doesn’t get fuck like a real man”.

Intense sting, and of course just made me even hornier - it pressed all my masochist, submissive buttons.

I broke and begged to be allowed to worship her feet and she just laughed me off “not now, we’re busy, go back to finishing your chores”.

Anyway … that’s the lot of it. As much as I’ve deeply accepted everything, that feeling still popped up and the sting of being a sexual failure as a man hit hard.

In the end, the feeling and the sting just reinforced everything: I’m in the exact place I should be as a submissive, obedient cuckold and a foot-worshipping jerk off boy.