Cuckold’s Journey: The Ultimate Mind Torture and Raw Desire of Watching Your Wife Taken by Another Man

Close your eyes for a moment. Take a slow, steady breath. Let yourself sink deep into the space between desire and pain. You hear her voice, soft but urgent, calling out, begging, gasping. The sound pulls you closer even though your body stays rooted in place. She is not calling for you — no, not now. She is calling for him.

Imagine the scene clearly in your mind. Your beautiful wife, your partner, the woman you love with all your heart, standing just a few feet away. Her eyes are bright, wide, filled with something wild and fierce. She is flushed, lips parted, breathing quick and shallow. The room smells of sweat, musk, and something sweeter—her arousal mixing with his.

You watch as he steps forward — a thick, hard cock pressing against her soaked folds. His hands are rough and sure, sliding over her hips, pulling her close with possessive hunger. You see the way her back arches instinctively to him, how she parts her legs wider, exposing herself, offering everything. The sight twists your stomach and ignites a fire low in your belly.

His cock is long and thick, veins pulsing with every heartbeat. You can almost feel the slick wetness as it glides over her folds, teasing her entrance. The sounds fill the room — wet smacks, low grunts, and her moans that grow louder and more desperate with every inch he pushes inside. You hear the stretch, the tiny gasps as her walls open to him, deeper and deeper, filling her up with a fullness that only he can provide.

You want to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and claim her. But your hands remain still, your body frozen in a delicious, painful tension. Your cock throbs painfully in your pants, aching with frustration and hunger. The mixture of jealousy and submission claws at your mind, making it impossible to look away.

The man’s hands travel up her body, gripping her breasts roughly, thumbs circling her swollen nipples. You watch as she tilts her head back, eyes closing, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her skin glistens with sweat, her body responding to every hard thrust, every savage bite to her neck. She belongs to him right now — completely, utterly, deliciously.

Her wetness drips down his cock, mixing with her juices as he pulls out slightly then thrusts back in hard and fast. The slap of flesh echoes in your ears, a relentless drumbeat driving you wild. She cries out his name, her voice ragged and breathless. That sound alone sends a shiver racing through your spine — a mixture of shame and desire.

You imagine the bitter taste of tears burning behind your eyes as you watch her lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing him deep and slow. The slick sound of her mouth working drives you insane with longing. She is a goddess in this moment, worshipping his hardness with a devotion that you know she reserves only for you sometimes. But right now, she is his — and you are hers, kneeling in the shadows, aching with hunger and pain.

Feel your breath catch as the scene unfolds. The other man slides his hands down, teasing her ass, pressing fingers deep into her hot, wet hole. You see her hips lift involuntarily, craving that deeper intrusion. She is stretched open, vulnerable, dripping with need, begging silently for more. The sight is almost too much. Your cock twitches, ached to join in, but you are trapped in your role — the cuckold, the servant, the one who watches.

Her eyes snap open suddenly, locking with yours across the room. There is no shame in her gaze, only fire. She wants you to feel everything, to hurt and crave with her. You see the mixture of love and lust in her stare, the unspoken words saying, “This is for you, as much as it is for me and him.” That moment alone is a powerful, intoxicating drug.

Now the pace picks up. His cock pounds her tight pussy with brutal force, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body and twisting your heart. You can almost feel the heat of her breath on your skin, the wetness of her sweat as it drips down her back. She moans louder, hands grabbing at his shoulders, nails digging in as she rides the edge of release.

But you know she will not come yet. Not while you watch. This is part of the cruel, exquisite game — the teasing, the torment, the delicious delay. She is your prize, but right now, she belongs to another man, and that knowledge burns in your chest like wildfire.

Her moans turn to desperate screams when he finally slides two fingers inside her ass, stretching her open, preparing her for even more. You see the way her body shudders, how she fights to hold herself steady. The thrill of watching her take cock in every hole, completely open, utterly worshiped, is almost too much to bear.

The room is filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping, desperate gasps, and the ragged breathing of three bodies caught in a fevered dance. You feel your own cock straining, aching with every desperate moment you cannot touch her, cannot claim her. The torment is absolute — jealousy sharp as a knife, desire burning like a flame.

Her lips part again, and she whispers filthy things to him, dirty talk that would make your knees weak if she ever said it to you like that. But right now, it is for him. You listen, hang on every word, the way she begs him to fuck her harder, to fill her completely, to never stop. Your mind spins, the mental torment mixing with your lust until they become one.

This is your world — the sweet agony of cuckold devotion, the twisted pleasure of watching your wife surrender to another man’s cock. You want to cry, to scream, to beg her to come back to you. But instead, you kneel, cock aching, heart racing, mind broken in the most delicious way.

As he finally pulls out and spills his hot seed deep inside her, you watch her shudder, her body trembling with the aftershocks of being filled so completely. She looks at you, her eyes heavy with satisfaction and love. You reach for her, touch her trembling hand, and feel the warmth of her skin.

The moment is fragile, sacred. The torment and the pleasure mingle, binding you tighter than any chain. You are the cuckold, the devoted servant to her darkest desires, and you would not have it any other way.

You can almost feel the heat of the room pressing in on you, the thick tension hanging heavy between lust and humiliation. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her slick wetness becomes a cruel rhythm, a pounding beat that echoes in your chest. Every slap against her ass, every groan she lets out, is a knife twisting in your gut, a reminder that right now she is his to take — not yours.

She’s moaning his name so loud you can’t help but shudder. “Fuck me harder, baby. Make me yours.” Her voice is raw, dripping with need and desire, and it cuts through you like a razor. You want to crawl to her, press your lips against hers, tell her how much you need her, but you know better. This is her playground. His cock fills her deeper than you ever could, stretching her wide, making her see stars.

Her eyes snap open and lock with yours again, full of fire and wicked promise. You catch that mischievous glint — she’s teasing you, making you ache even more. “Watch me, baby,” she whispers, breath hot against your ear as he grabs her hips and slams into her relentlessly. “See how good I feel with him. You like that, don’t you?”

You swallow hard. Your cock strains against your pants, dripping with precome as you watch her being used, worshiped, fucked like the goddess she is. The dirty talk wraps around you, filling your mind, feeding your darkest fantasies. You hear him growl, “Take my cock, baby. Show him how wet you are for me.”

She answers with a gasp and a desperate cry, the wet sounds of her cunt and ass being filled echoing like music. Your heart pounds in your ears. Every thrust drives you crazier, every slap against her ass skin sends a jolt through your body. You are torn between wanting to scream with jealousy and begging her to let you join, to let you worship her as he does.

The other man leans down, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from her face. His voice is low and rough, “You like this, don’t you? You love being taken hard, used like this, right here with me while he watches.” She nods, lips parted, eyes shining with tears of pleasure and surrender.

You imagine her trembling beneath him, every muscle clenched and quivering as he pounds her deeper, faster. Her hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as she rides the edge of release. She bites her lip, fighting to stay in control even as her body screams for more.

Then he pulls out just a little, teasing her, his cock sliding over her clit, rubbing slow circles that make her shudder and cry out. “You’re going to come for me, baby. You’re going to give it all to me while he watches, huh?”

Her moans turn breathless, desperate. “Yes, yes, please…” And right there, in front of you, her walls clench tight and she explodes with a scream, her whole body shaking as she rides the waves of orgasm.

Your own cock throbs violently, aching with need, desperate for release you are not allowed. The bitter sweetness of watching her come undone for another man wraps around your mind like a drug.

As she catches her breath, he slides behind her, fingers dipping into her tight asshole, stretching her slowly, deliciously. The mix of pussy and ass being taken at once makes her moan again, this time deeper, more ragged. She leans forward, pressing her hands on the bed, exposing herself fully, wide open, completely his.

You ache to be close enough to touch her, to worship her, but you know your place. You are the cuckold — the devoted servant, the man who craves her most when she is lost in another’s arms. The jealousy and humiliation fuel your desire, making every sound, every movement, every filthy word spoken to her burn deeper inside you.

He grunts, holding her hips tight as he fucks her ass deep and hard, the slick sounds mixing with her cries and gasps. “You’re mine,” he growls. “So wet for me, so tight.” You watch her bite her lip, moaning your name softly, begging you silently to keep watching, to keep aching.

Your mind races with filthy fantasies — of joining them, of kneeling at her feet, of being rewarded with just a taste of her mouth after she’s filled with cock. The dirty talk between them spins around you, wrapping you in lust and torment. “You like that, baby? He’s watching you take my cock. Show him how much you want it.”

She shudders violently, tears streaming down her cheeks, and you feel your own eyes burn with emotion. This is your world — raw, twisted, erotic. You are her cuckold, watching her worship another man’s cock, feeling every thrust and cry like it is happening inside your own body.

The climax builds again, this time from her asshole being stretched and fucked, and she screams louder than before. You feel your own orgasm rising, but you hold back, edging on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain. The cruel tease of knowing you could come but being denied is almost unbearable.

She collapses in his arms, spent and dripping, eyes full of love and wickedness. You kneel beside her, fingers trembling as you touch her sweaty skin. The mixture of torment and devotion overwhelms you. She is yours, yet hers belongs to him — and you crave every second of this delicious cruelty.

As she lies there, flushed and trembling in his arms, you remain rooted to the spot, heart pounding in your chest like a frantic drum. Every sound in the room, from the slick wetness of his cock sliding out of her to her soft whimpers and ragged breaths, plays on a loop in your mind, burning images you cannot escape. The smell of sex — musky, sweet, intoxicating — hangs thick in the air, wrapping around you like a cruel reminder that you are not the one filling her, owning her in this moment.

Her eyes find yours again, glassy and shimmering with satisfaction but also with a twisted kind of hunger. She reaches out a trembling hand, fingers brushing your jaw softly. “You see what he’s done to me, baby?” Her voice is a low, sultry whisper, thick with lust and mockery. “How wet and loose I am for him? Do you like watching me get fucked like this?”

Your throat tightens, the conflicting surge of jealousy and arousal nearly choking you. You want to speak, to beg her to say more, to curse yourself for loving her so much and for letting her be with another man. But she cuts you off with a wicked smile, dragging her fingers slowly down your neck, “You’re my good cuckold. You love seeing me used, don’t you? Watching me take cock that isn’t yours?”

The raw honesty in her words twists in your gut. Yes, you do. Every filthy word she speaks becomes an ache you cannot resist. You watch as the other man shifts, his body still slick with sweat, cock hard and glistening, sliding back into her hungry cunt with a powerful thrust that makes her gasp and arch her back.

His hands roam over her body possessively, gripping her hips with rough intensity that makes her moan louder, the sound almost pleading. “You’re mine,” he growls. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight.” Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls, their primal passion washing over you like a tidal wave you cannot escape.

You feel your own cock straining, aching to be touched, to be released, but your place is clear. You are here to watch, to feel every slap of flesh, every whispered filthy promise meant only for her. The cruel mix of pain and pleasure sears through your veins, making your breath catch.

She turns her head, lips parting to whisper right in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “You want to taste me, don’t you? To feel my cum dripping down your throat after he fills me?” Her voice drops to a teasing murmur, dripping with sin, “You’ll get your turn, baby. But only after I’m good and full.”

Your mind spins, imagining her cum dripping down your lips, the taste salty and sweet, proof that she belongs to him now. The idea of swallowing her after she’s been taken by another man both humiliates and excites you in equal measure. You swallow hard, fingers twitching at your sides, desperate for release but forced to hold back.

The other man picks up the pace, pounding into her with a rough intensity that sends her reeling. She grabs his shoulders tightly, nails digging in as she rides the edge of another orgasm, her cries growing louder and more desperate. The way her pussy squeezes his cock, wet and warm, drives you insane with desire and frustration.

Suddenly he pulls back, cock slick and shining with her juices, and without warning slides into her tight asshole. Her body stiffens, then relaxes slowly as he stretches her, the sensation foreign and intense. She bites her lip hard to stifle a scream, then moans deep and guttural as he starts to fuck her ass with slow, powerful thrusts.

You watch helplessly as she rides this new wave of pleasure, the mixture of cunt and ass being filled making her wild with need. The filthy sounds she makes — wet slaps, gasps, moans — echo around the room like a symphony of raw lust. He leans down and whispers filthy words into her ear, his breath hot and rough, “You’re such a good little slut for me and my cock. Taking it deep in both places, just like you belong to me.”

She turns her head, eyes locked on yours, a wicked smile on her lips. “See how good I take his cock, baby? You’re so lucky to watch, aren’t you?” Her voice is sultry and dripping with promise. “When you’re ready, maybe I’ll let you worship me too.”

The torment twists in your chest, pleasure and pain swirling into one. You are his cuckold, lost in the fire of jealousy and desire, aching to be hers even as you watch another man fuck her like you never could.

He increases the pace, pounding her ass harder, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. She grabs your wrist, pulling your hand to her clit, guiding you to touch her while he fucks her from behind. Your fingers tremble, slick with her juices, as you stroke her swollen bundle of nerves, feeling her walls tighten around the other man’s cock.

“Come for me, baby,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Let him see you lose control. Show him how wet and needy you are.” Her breath hitches, her whole body trembling as she rides the edge once more.

Your own orgasm threatens to shatter your control, every filthy word, every slap, every moan driving you closer to the edge. But you hold back, savoring the delicious torment of being made to watch and wait, your cock hard and dripping with need.

She cries out again, shuddering with release, then leans down to kiss you deeply, her lips warm and wet. “Good cuckold,” she whispers, “You earned this. Now clean me up.” The promise in her voice is intoxicating, a twisted reward for your devotion.

Her lips part against yours, the taste of sweat and sex lingering on her tongue as she pulls away with a mischievous smile. You feel her fingers trail down your chest, warm and possessive, as she guides you closer. “Come here,” she whispers, voice thick with satisfaction and command. “I want you to feel every bit of what just happened. To taste me, to remind yourself who owns me.”

You move hesitantly at first, but the heat in her eyes melts your hesitation. Your hands explore her body, slick and trembling, as you lower your face to her neck. The scent of her sex, mingled with the man’s musk still clinging to her skin, is intoxicating — a cruel, beautiful torment. You lean in, your tongue tracing lazy circles around her nipple, then dipping lower to taste the salty sweetness of her pussy.

She moans softly, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. “That cock fucked me hard,” she says, breathless, “deep and rough, filling me in ways you never could. You saw it, felt it, and you loved every second, didn’t you?”

Your throat tightens as you nod, swallowing hard against the surge of jealousy and arousal. You know you love it — the way her body reacts, the way she begs and cries out for another man’s cock. And yet, tasting her now, slick and warm, brings a rush of possessiveness that sears through you. She is yours, even when filled by others.

Her hand slips between your legs, stroking your cock slowly, expertly. “You’re going to edge for me, aren’t you?” she teases, voice low and commanding. “I want you on the edge, aching and desperate while I make you watch me take him again. You belong to me, and I will use you how I please.”

You gasp as she grips your cock tighter, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through you. Her dirty talk wraps around you like a velvet rope, binding you with lust and humiliation. “Say it,” she demands. “Tell me how much you want to be my good cuckold.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper, voice trembling. “I want to watch you get fucked, to feel your cum dripping down my throat. I’m your good cuckold.”

She smiles wickedly, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Good boy. Now hold it for me. You’ll come when I say.”

Her words echo in your mind as you fight the waves of pleasure crashing over you, every stroke of her hand precise, every tease calculated to keep you on the edge. The room fills with the sounds of the other man fucking her again — hard, deep, relentless — while you are trapped between ecstasy and torment.

She reaches for a silk scarf, tying your hands above your head, heightening your helplessness. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission,” she says, eyes gleaming with power. “You exist to serve me and watch me get what I want.”

Her tone is both cruel and tender, the perfect balance that makes you ache for her approval. The other man’s cock slams into her with wild abandon, making her scream and writhe beneath him. You can see the pleasure painted across her face, hear the desperate gasps and filthy words she spits out for him — and for you.

“Look at me,” she commands, locking eyes with you. “Tell me how much you want this, how much you want to be used like this.”

“I want you,” you choke out. “I want to watch you take his cock, to be your good cuckold, to feel your cum on my tongue.”

Her lips curve into a cruel smile. “You’re mine,” she purrs. “Every part of you belongs to me.”

She slides down, trailing kisses from your neck to your chest, then finally wrapping her warm mouth around your cock. Your breath catches as she takes you deep, her tongue swirling with expert skill. You close your eyes, lost between the taste of her and the vivid images of her being fucked by another man.

The sensation is overwhelming — her mouth warm and wet, her lips tight and skilled. She hums softly around you, her tongue flicking teasingly along your sensitive skin, drawing moans from deep in your chest. You want to lose yourself in this moment, to let go of all control and be hers completely.

When she pulls back, you are trembling, desperate, on the edge of losing yourself. She looks up with a wicked smile, eyes dark with lust. “Not yet,” she whispers. “You will come when I say. Until then, you will be my good cuckold, serving me and watching me get fucked.”

The room fills with the sounds of sex, dirty talk, and your own ragged breathing as you fall deeper into the delicious torment of cuckolding — craving, aching, and utterly hers.

Her mouth leaves your cock aching and trembling, but she does not let you come. Instead, she lifts her head, eyes shining with dark amusement as she runs her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer until your forehead rests against hers. The weight of her gaze pins you, making your heart thunder louder than ever.

“Look at me,” she commands softly but firmly, her breath warm against your skin. “I want to see the hunger in your eyes, the way you ache for me while he fucks me hard.” Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, “You are my good cuckold, watching me take another man’s cock deep inside me, knowing it’s not yours but wanting it to be.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, heat pooling low in your belly as her words ignite every nerve ending. The other man’s grunts and her moans fill the room again, thick with urgency and raw lust. You watch helplessly as his cock slides in and out of her slick pussy with relentless power, her body trembling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Her dirty talk for him sharpens, “Fuck me harder, make me scream your name. Fill me up, fuck my pussy deep and rough.” She cries out, the sound vibrating through your chest like a cruel song meant only to tease and torment you.

Then she turns her head toward you, lips parted, eyes glittering with wicked intent. “You want to taste me after I’m full, don’t you? To swallow my cum dripping from my pussy and mouth, proof that I belong to him tonight.” Her voice is low, soaked in lust and mockery, “But you will wait, my sweet cuckold. I control when you come.”

Your cock throbs painfully in her hand, her touch alternating between slow teasing strokes and tighter grips that push you closer to the edge. She leans down to kiss your jaw, her lips soft but full of authority. “Tell me how much you want to serve me, to be used as I please. Use your filthy words for me.”

You gasp, your voice trembling but eager as you obey, “I want to be your good cuckold. I want to watch you get fucked hard and deep, to worship you and taste your cum. I’m yours to use and tease.”

Her smile deepens, cruel and tender all at once. “Good boy. You’re mine. You belong to me completely.”

She pulls your hair gently, tilting your head back so she can look into your eyes. “Now hold that edge for me while I let him fill me again. I want you aching and desperate, craving release but knowing it’s not yours yet.”

The filthy sounds of fucking rise again, louder now, echoing with the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet, greedy sounds of her cunt and ass being taken. She rides his cock with wild abandon, her body arching, nails digging into his back, moaning his name and yours — twisting your mind and heart into a delicious knot of torment and desire.

Between her cries, she murmurs dirty words to both of you. “You’re mine. I take what I want — his big cock pounding my pussy, my ass, and your worship. You watch, you serve, you obey.”

Your breath hitches as she pulls your cock into her mouth again, sucking with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness that makes your knees weak. Her tongue flicks expertly, swirling around the head, sending waves of pleasure that threaten to shatter your control.

“Not yet,” she whispers, pulling back just enough to let you hang on the edge. “You come when I say. You are my good cuckold, and I will decide.”

You groan softly, overwhelmed by the ache and humiliation that is somehow more thrilling than anything you have felt before. The mixture of jealousy, lust, and utter surrender electrifies every fiber of your being.

The other man’s cock pounds deeper, harder, and faster now, stretching her, filling her, making her cry out in wild, desperate pleasure. You see the sweat glistening on her skin, the way her eyes roll back in bliss, the way her whole body trembles with release after release.

She turns her head toward you once more, eyes smoldering with possession. “Do you see how I lose myself for him? How I take him inside me, deep and rough, until I am trembling and begging for more?”

Your voice is a desperate whisper, “Yes, I see. I want to be your good cuckold. I want to watch you, to serve you, to taste you.”

Her hand slides down your chest to your cock, stroking slow and sure. “Good. Now, come for me, but only when I say.”

You hold on, trembling, aching, until she finally gives permission with a low, commanding whisper. You explode, your cock pulsing in her hand, your body shuddering with release while her mouth and the filthy sounds around you drown out the world.

When you finally come down, she smiles wickedly, kissing you softly before pulling away. “You did well, my good cuckold. Now clean me up, show me how much you worship me.”

The taste of her, the scent of their sex, the memory of watching her taken by another man — it stays with you, a delicious torment and reward all at once. You are hers, utterly and completely.

The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, every breath you take tasting of her and him, a heady mixture that makes your head spin. She moves with a languid grace now, still trembling from the last wave of pleasure, the glow of satisfaction radiating from her skin. But you know the night is far from over — this delicious torment has only just begun.

Her eyes lock onto yours with that intoxicating mix of command and seduction. “You’re mine,” she says softly, voice dripping with possession. “I want you to feel everything — every ache, every pang of jealousy, every shiver of lust. You are my good cuckold, and tonight you serve me completely.”

Your cock throbs painfully in her hand, every stroke a reminder of your place — worshipping her, surrendering to her desires, craving the moment she allows you release. Her fingers trace slow circles around the head, teasing you relentlessly, while her mouth lingers against your neck, soft and warm like a promise.

“You want me,” she murmurs against your skin, “but I am taken. Filled by another man’s cock, stretched and used in ways that only he can give me. You watch, you wait, you ache — and you love it. Tell me how much you love it.”

Your voice is raw and needy as you answer, “I love it. I love watching you taken, hearing you scream his name. I love being your cuckold, serving you and craving you.”

She smiles, wicked and proud, then leans back just enough to watch your face as she slips off the bed and kneels between your legs. Her warm mouth closes around your cock again, slow and deep, her tongue swirling with expert precision. You gasp, lost between the sensation of her mouth and the vivid images flooding your mind — her body wrapped around his cock, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

“You’re mine,” she whispers around you, “and I will use you however I please. You will come only when I allow it. You will beg for my permission.”

Her hand tightens just a fraction, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You whimper, desperate and trembling, the ache inside you burning hotter with every second. The filthy sounds of her and the other man fucking fill the air, a relentless soundtrack to your submission.

Her eyes gleam with cruel delight as she pulls back, letting you hover on the brink. “Not yet,” she purrs, “hold it for me.”

Your body rebels, every nerve screaming for release, but you obey. The mental game she plays is exquisite torture — knowing you could come, but that you must wait, serving her desires and her pleasure first.

The other man’s cock slides deeper inside her, slamming into her with brutal force that makes her moan and cry out like a woman possessed. You watch, helpless but entranced, the sight of her filled and stretched by another man igniting a fire of jealousy and lust you never knew you had.

She turns her head to you, eyes dark and hungry. “You want to taste me after this, don’t you? To swallow every drop of my cum, to prove your devotion.”

“Yes,” you choke out. “I want to taste you. I want to be your good cuckold.”

Her laughter is soft and wicked as she slides back down your cock, taking you deep into her mouth once again. “Good boy,” she whispers. “You belong to me.”

Every stroke of her mouth, every teasing lick, every whispered command wraps around you like a velvet chain, binding you to her completely. The jealousy, the lust, the utter surrender — it is all part of the delicious torment you crave.

When at last she lets you come, it is explosive, your body shaking with release while her mouth and hands worship you with fierce devotion. You taste her on your lips, feel the warmth of her mouth as you spill into her, utterly lost in the pleasure and the pain of being her good cuckold.

As you come down from the wave, she smiles and strokes your cheek. “You did well. Now clean me up. Show me how much you worship me.”

You lean in, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, the remnants of his cock and her own pleasure mixing in a heady brew. The taste is intoxicating, a reminder that you belong to her — to her desires, her lust, and her insatiable appetite for being filled and taken.

Your mind spins with every sensation — the sight of her with another man, the taste of her on your lips, the sound of her cries and your own ragged breathing. You are hers, utterly and completely, and you would not have it any other way.