Please forgive me for using my own name in this story - I think it may be a Freudian slip.

“Heather, wake up.”

I heard it, but it seemed so distant until me ass received a sting sensation. It was Rick waking me up. My hands and ankles were still cuffed to each other. I saw the ottoman on the floor beside the bed and everything had come back to me in a flash. I remembered that Rick had left the house with his bitch Kelly in tow. They left me strapped over the top of the ottoman on the bed and I had wiggled off it and sometime thereafter had fallen asleep. It was still nighttime and when I looked at the clock I saw it was 2:30 in the morning. He had been gone for about four hours.

“Let me go. You had your fun.”

He didn’t say anything as he started to un-cuff my ankles, but stopped to ask, “First, tell me you had a good time.”

“Fuck you. I was humiliated. Did you already forget what you did to me?”

“Oh, come on now. Would you have rather me taken her to a hotel or sent you out of the house? You know you have to learn to accept her, it’s part of your training. Besides, how many girls would have helped you have an explosive climax like she did. And by the way, you didn’t even thank her for that. Now, tell me you had a good time.”

I had to pee so bad that as much as I wanted to argue, I just said, “Yes, I had a good time. Now get these off me so I can go to the bathroom.” He started to hesitate when he found out my need for the bathroom, but I trumped him when I said I’d go right there on the bed. He didn’t believe me at first until I turned on my back, spread my legs a little, and he saw me relaxing. He gave in and I was out in a heartbeat. All kinds of things were building in my head as I sat on the toilet and when I went back to the bedroom I let him have it.

“Where have you been for the last four hours? And do you really think I had a good time watching you fuck that little bitch when I was tied down right next to you? It was fucking humiliating. Don’t you get that?”

He sat on the bed and pulled me to him. I tried to pull away, but he bent me over face down into the bed, and kissed and nibbled my neck. I could smell the beer on his breath and that made me ask what he had been doing with Kelly since he left. He told me they went out to a couple of bars, but somehow I felt better when he told me he never touched her again. I believed him because in his frame of mind he would have been happier if he could of said otherwise. A few days down the road I would find out that he hadn’t touched her again because he had brought her home right after he left our house.

Rick kept grabbing at me and was trying to get me in a good mood. He knew just what to do to soften up my mood. I don’t know why, but I eventually allowed him to fuck me. And I was starting to see a pattern in him. After he had me really hooked, he would start talking about him fucking around. This time he threw my legs into the air as he had done to Kelly and reminded me how I had helped hold her leg down to help them. He tried to get me to give my opinion on what I thought about Kelly’s body and her ability to fuck. I wouldn’t answer most of his questions, but then he started talking about how she had helped me have my orgasm. He threatened to not help me get off once again unless I told him what it was like feeling her fingers getting me off. I knew he was serious and I really wanted to get off in our normal way for a change, so I told him how it had worked nicely. He didn’t think I was telling it all, so I finally broke down and told him my honest opinion.

“Alright, it felt really good. She’s a girl and knows what it takes.” I felt his cock actually growing harder, so I added more to it because it felt so good. “It was so fucking embarrassing though, but I needed her hand so bad. When I got off I remember squeezing my legs around her hand as hard as I could so she couldn’t pull it away. You asshole…”

Telling him how it had felt drove him crazy and he ravaged me so nicely. I fought to get my legs back down, wrapped then around his ass and tied them between his legs to pull him into me even harder. He told me to drive him wild by telling him what I had found the most erotic. Just the little bit I had said already was turning him into a fuck monster, so I tried to remember what had happened that I could talk about. Holding her foot in the crease of my neck came to mind, so I relayed how it had felt struggling to hold onto her toes without the help of my hands. I don’t know what was coming over me, but I told him how strangely hot it had been to look down the length of her leg to see his cock going into her cunt. And what seemed to send him over the edge was when I related how it felt when the bed bounced under me.

I felt absolutely awful, but we were both getting close to cumming, so when he asked if I was going to behave better the next time she came by for him to fuck her, I said I’d try. I couldn’t believe I had hit the acceptance step so easily and I know it was just because I was so fucking horny, but when he reached his hand between our bodies and flopped my clit back and forth, I wanted to thank him with something big.

“Oh ,god! I love you so much. Oh fuck… oh fuck… you can fuck her anytime you want. Just as long as you love me, I don’t care anymore.”

I must have made him really happy because he started grinding my ass into the bed like never before. I wasn’t normally a screamer or moaner, but he was drilling me so hard and wonderfully that all my ears could make out was wailing throughout the room. I don’t think my pussy muscles ever clamped down on his cock, or any from my past, as hard as it did when I felt him cumming. That started my world exploding and I convulsed so hard under him I thought I would snap his prick off.

When we were finished, he just laid on me with our sweat running off my ribs. He fell asleep while nibbling on my ear and I hugged him harder until I did as well. Just how awful had I turned my world?

I didn’t see Rick again until we each got home from work the next day. He was very lovable and sweet to me and I was happy that Kelly didn’t come up at all. But he was learning how to lull me into a false sense of hope. Late into the evening he brought her up just once. He said that since I had accepted taking care of his pleasures, that he was going to give me a present in return. He said he was looking for just the right guy to sweep me off my feet for a night of sex. I immediately told him I wasn’t interested in fucking around on him, but he kept telling me that this was as well, part of my training. My intention focused on what the humiliation factor might be even if I did let it happen and came to the conclusion that it had to be pretty damned high.

Granted, like all girls I fantasized about getting that perfect stranger in bed, but that wasn’t anything serious. When it came right down to it, just the thought of it made me nervous as hell. Especially when I knew that damned word ‘humiliate’ was going to get interjected into everything about this cuckold thing. Plus, I was sure that any guy he thought might be perfect for me would probably be a ‘nice’ guy. I liked my sex rough and had always loved that about Rick. He had the best way of taking me for a walk on the wild side just when I would need it most. I thought back over the last couple of days and realized that despite how awful all the beginnings to my ‘training events’ had been, they all ended up with the most wildest and fantastic sex.

That’s when it really hit me that I was in deep trouble. Just two days ago I was swearing that I would never let Rick successfully cuckold me, but I just came to the harsh realization that after every one of his attempts to train me, I had been rewarded with the hottest sex of my life. I was caught between my wishes and hating Rick’s. My mind raced back to the letters from the cuckolds I had read on the internet and gasped. I tried to find something, anything that would prove that Rick hadn’t succeeded in everything he had been doing so far. I stared into space wondering just what the hell was going on in my life. One minute I would want to put my foot down and say “no more”, and the next minute I would remember finding out that Rick had been planning on leaving me just days before and wanted to cry over just the thought of him not being there.

The next day went pretty much the same way and Rick was still treating me like a princess. I had a lot of time to myself because he had finally begun to clean out the basement as I’d been asking for two months. We had a really nice dinner and Rick promised me one hell of a fucking when he finished the basement. I was rather excited at his advertisement of his intentions. And of course, there had to be that one surprise to fuck up all the peace and calm.

There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it. My heart fell out of my chest when I saw it was Kelly. She had on an extremely low cut blouse and a real short micro skirt. It seemed pretty obvious to me that she was there to see Rick and I dropped my head in shame. I told her he was in the basement and pointed to the stairs. I went back into the living room to sit down and saw her standing behind me. In rather a sarcastic tone I asked her what she wanted.

“My new boyfriend thought it would be nice if I came by to chat a little while so we could get to know each other better. If we’re going to be sharing him, we ought to get along. Plus he told me… you wanted to thank me for something?”

I was floored as she made herself comfortable on the couch a couple of feet from me. I really didn’t like her telling me about sharing my boyfriend as if I had just been pushed to the side. And I searched my mind over what she thought I would have to thank her for, considering she fucked Rick while I was tied down right next to them and totally humiliated as a woman.

“So… what did you want to thank me for?”

I really didn’t know what she could possibly be thinking of, so I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.

“You know, about helping you… with your little… problem.”

I dropped my forehead to my hand and felt ill with embarrassment all over again. I looked at her to get some sense of if she really meant it or not, and she did. She told me that she wasn’t really in my house to see Rick, but if I couldn’t remember, that we should probably call him up from the basement to see if he remembered. I really didn’t want to instigate any more training if I could help it, so I quickly searched for a way to say what she wanted to hear.

“Thanks for helping me… get off.” I watched her eyes to get a feel if that had been enough. Her eyes were expecting more. “Rick wouldn’t have helped me like that, it was really nice of you to help me.”

“That’s okay sweet. Believe me, I know how men can be with their cuckolds.” I wanted to die. “If we’re going to make this work, us girls have to be willing to help each other. Don’t you think?”

I nodded for her. Somehow she was beginning to dominate me and I felt helpless to stop her. I really didn’t want her to call Rick up from the basement. So when she scooted closer to me I trembled a little, but I didn’t resist. She lifted my head by my chin in her hand, and kissed me very passionately. I was stunned again and hadn’t kissed a girl since my early teens when I was going through my ‘am I a lesbian’ phase. She even slipped me her tongue for a moment.

When she sat back, her comment was, “You’re going to have to learn to put a little effort into it if we’re going to keep our man happy. Here, let’s try it again.”

She kissed me again and this time I took her words to heart. I kissed back and even played with her tongue with mine. One of her hands went to the back of my head to hold me in place, and her other hand went under my shirt. I could feel myself shaking as her hand slid under my bra and groped my right boob. She made her hand at home while we continued kissing and I felt my nipple harden under her touch. Kelly couldn’t possibly understand how much she was turning me on. I was finding it very hard to control my breathing. And then, as fast as all this had come about, she grazed the side of my breast with her finger tips as she pulled her hand out from under my clothes.

“Rick asked me to come by for another round of fucking. What’s a good day for you?”

Damn, she had me so fucking confused. And now I was being asked for the best time she could fuck my boyfriend? What the hell was going on? I never really thought much about making out with another girl, but my body was aching to finish what she had just started. Somehow I knew that the second I answered her that she was going to leave. I tried to stall to understand what was happening.

“I don’t know. When did you want to come by?”

“Oh honey. That’s up to you this time. As long as you’re there beside us I don’t really care. I loved the way you held my leg back last time.” She looked around hinting that she had a secret to tell me, then whispered, “You got me so fucking hot when I caught you watching his cock penetrating me.”

“Do I have to be there again?”

“Sweetie, you were what made it a super fucking.” She kissed me again rather quickly and asked, “So, what day is good for you?”

“Tomorrow I guess.”

“I’m sorry honey, but Rick has a little surprise for you tomorrow night. How about the night after?”

I said that would be okay and started to freak over what Rick had planned for me. I tried to get Kelly to tell me, but all she would say was how she envied me as the cuckold because Rick loved me so much. She then stood, gave me one last soul kiss and was on her way.

I didn’t even think Rick knew she had come by until we went to bed. I found out after he started fucking me while he held me bent over the end of the bed. Once again he waited until I was past the point of normal comprehension and then he asked me what Kelly and I had talked about earlier. I was starting to understand the drill.

“I thanked her for helping me to get off.”

“That was nice of you. You talk about anything else?”

In a way I wanted to lie, but there was a very good chance he already knew everything. Plus, I knew the second I told him he was going to kick up his voracity for my pussy a big notch.

“I told her she could fuck you again in two nights.” Sure enough, I felt his cock swell in me and he drove into me even deeper.

“God, I love my little fucking cuckold. Your training is coming along so well. Don’t you agree?”

I hated those words so much, mostly because he was right. But the reality at the moment was that I really wanted to get the fucking I felt so entitled to, so I agreed in spades.

“Oh, yes Rick. I’m starting to understand it.” I was getting mashed into the bed so well. “Is that why she couldn’t come by tomorrow. Do you have more training for me to go through?”

“Does that bother you?”

I shook my head in quick strokes and said, “Not if that’s what you want me to do. But it’s not for that guy you were talking about, is it? I really don’t want another guy fucking me.”

Rick lifted me by my shoulders and walked me over to the dresser without ever pulling from me, and bent me over that. It lifted my body higher for him and he wanted to add his special touch of control. He lifted my right leg up and sat it on top of the dresser to open me wider for him. I loved it because he was bottoming out on me.

“So, Rick, is it another guy?”

“Would you prefer sucking him off instead.”
I couldn’t get the word “no” out fast enough. He knew I really didn’t like giving blowjobs. When I was a kid the landlord of our complex caught me breaking into a storage area, and for several months he blackmailed me into blowing him every three or four days. He was always so disgusting about it that I grew to hate the thought of taking a cock into my mouth. And he always wanted to cum on my face or in my mouth as he forced me to hold it open. I would blow Rick now and then under the right persuasion, but cumming in my mouth was a big ‘no,no’.

“No, you know I don’t want that. Besides, I’m supposed to be your cuckold, not the other way around. I’m letting you have Kelly, please leave it at that.”

“I have to give you something sweetheart to show you how much I appreciate you.”

I could tell he was thinking about letting me out of what he had planned, but as long as he kept thumping away at me like he was, I would agree to just about anything.

“How about if I let Kelly have at you instead? Would you rather she get you as a gift from me?”

I flashed back to our moments on the couch when she was feeling me up and fast decided I could handle her much easier than another man fucking away at me. It just bothered me the way he was stating the circumstances. Why did he have to put it as me being considered as a gift, as property for him to hand out?

I slowly nodded my head and again he kicked his pace up. “Okay, you can give me to her.”

That tipped him into becoming a madman on my body and I rammed back against him as he started cumming. I begged him to play with my clit, but he quickly told me he wanted to watch me get myself off again. He wouldn’t let me touch myself as he drained himself in me. When he finally pulled out and stood back, I didn’t need any encouragement this time.

I flipped around and leaned against the dresser. My hands flew to my lips and clit in a frantic fight to beat my waning orgasm. As I tried to get myself back to where I had been, I called him a bastard for making me finish myself like this. I sneered at him between my heavy breathing, and his glib look intensified my anger at him for abandoning my needs. But it also made me more determined to fist myself that much harder. And then just as I was coming to the understanding that he was so absolutely intoxicated with watching me play with myself, I realized how much the sight of me was turning him on and thus pleasing him.

I began convulsing violently as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure came over me. I half closed my eyes as I became his final bit of entertainment. I understood now that this was Rick’s version of a lap dance. My insatiable needs, my lust, and even my begging and bitching was pure heat to him. He confirmed it when he was all too happy to hug and kiss me the second I was finished. I was so spent and tired that I collapsed into his chest and told him how much I loved him. He lifted my chin to look at him and I could see he wanted to hear something else.

“Am I learning to be the cuckold you wanted?”

“Oh, you sure are. As a matter of fact, I’m even going to let you tell Kelly the good news about tomorrow. Call her in the morning and tell her about her gift.

He went to the bathroom and I was so confused again over the things my ears had just heard my mouth say. And as humiliating as it was going to be, I now had to call Kelly in the morning and let her know she was going to get to play with me as she had wanted. At least I didn’t have to worry, for the moment, about some wishy-washy guy cumming in my mouth.