Since I am a beautiful Siren of the night, as it were, it would come as no surprise to all of you that it has never been terribly hard for me to land whichever man I want … nor than the ones I want are almost exclusively the very best.  And by “the very best” I do hope you realize I mean “the most well hung”.

From every inch of my body, I attract them without even trying.

I love to lure in not just the sexy cuckold bulls, but also the pathetic cuckold slaves.  I can’t help but love the feeling of being pounded by that big hard cock, while staring into the eyes of my cuckold slave kneeling inches away.  No one can satisfy me the way that real cock can, and that’s why you’re on your knees right now … in deference to him and in readiness for the order to clean up your Mistress’s creampie.

Perhaps, if you are a good slave, your gorgeous Femdom Mistress Ryan will teach you something new.

I know that you will be so enamored by my body that you will easily fall to your knees to become my coerced cocksucking slut.  You will beg for that beautiful cock before you even realize what you’re saying.  I just love that look of lust that a cuckold slut gets in his eyes as his lips are stretched out around that thick shaft for the very first time.

I hope you’re ready to play out a steamy cuckold fantasy with your sensual Mistress because you will be pushed to your limits.  There is no reason to hide your desires.  Now is the time to set yourself free, to admit your sexual shortcomings and submit your will to me.

Tell me, in all of your wildest cuckold fantasies have you ever thought about being cuckolded by anything other than a man?  No, I’m not talking about cuckolding you with a woman although that gives me something to think about for later.  This is going to be a bit different.  You see, I’ve decided something about you.

You just don’t cut it.

It’s not even that I want to screw other guys for fun, it’s because I have no choice. You and that small dick of yours just don’t do it for me in bed.

Feeling humiliated yet?

You should be.

Although I know how you get off on small cock humiliation. It gets that tiny dick of yours so excited, doesn’t it?

So if I’m not going to screw another guy or girl, what’s left?

Well my big dildo for one.

Yep, that’s right. I’m cuckolding you for a sex toy.

Ooh, that must be embarrassing! To know that you are being passed over for a mere appliance. That’s rough, isn’t it?

I’m going to lie on the bed and spread my legs and make you watch as I grab my favourite sex toy. Hell, I might even use a couple. Maybe I will start with the rabbit vibrator. Letting it buzz against my clit as I bite my lip, sensations coursing through my body.

You could never pleasure me like this plastic dick is doing.

I’m getting myself so wet. I’m not paying attention to you at all, it’s like you aren’t even there. No, I’m focused entirely on the thick dildo I’m about to shove in my pussy. It’s so much bigger and better than yours. And me using it instead of letting you fuck me is the ultimate act of sexual humiliation. I push it inside me and I moan; a moan that you have never heard from me before.

Just you remember that. Your tiny dick is throbbing and you want to stroke your cock but it isn’t going to happen. All you get to do is watch.

And feel the pain (and pleasure) of this cuckold humiliation game.

A lot of men cling to the false belief that all they have to do in order to be an effective cuck for their cuckold Mistress is to just show up.  In my opinion, that’s a terrible attitude for any cuckold to have, but it’s most unbecoming of a self-professed cuckold slave in particular.  See, a slave should always serve his Mistress in any capacity that she desires.  It’s no different in a cuckold situation.

So you might be wondering what it takes to be a good cuckold slave.

Well, I’m glad you asked that question because I’ve got a lot of strong opinions about that subject!

A good cuckold slut, first and foremost, always does what his Mistress wants, no questions asked.  That criteria applies to all slaves, but a cuck should never forget his place.

Beyond that, a cuck should be just as respectful toward his Mistress’s bull as he is toward his Mistress herself.  In certain ways, Mistress’s bull is your Master, at least for the duration of the cuckold fantasy that we’re sharing together.  So you must always show deference and obedience toward any stud that your Mistress chooses.

You must also be willing to serve as a fluffer for Mistress’s cuckold bull.  I know some men find the idea of sucking cock repulsive, but as a slave, you don’t get to choose.  Your sexual preferences are irrelevant in this context.  The only thing that matters is that you do what your Mistress has ordered you to do.

The same applies for creampie cleanup.  Regardless of your personal feelings about serving as my living, breathing washcloth, if I want you to do it (and I do!), you must do it.

The final thing a good cuckold slut has to do is remember that this is all about his Mistress.  I want you to enjoy the fantasy as well, but a cuckold situation is mostly for MY pleasure.  Yours is secondary.  So if I give you orders not to jerk off while you watch, well…you’ll just have to go unfulfilled for my personal entertainment.

Speaking of personal entertainment, it’s time for you to give me some.  Call Mistress Ryan right now for a little cuckold phone sex.

A common cuckold fantasy is for the one being cuckolded to watch as their spouse or lover or Mistress gets screwed by another man. And yet, I get enjoyment in the idea of you not being there. Oh yes, it’s deliciously fun to watch you take in every little moment and see me receiving intense amounts of pleasure.

But cuckolding is all about anticipation.

From the moment the plan is in place, the anticipation begins. First you help me get ready. There’s something about picking out an outfit, knowing that someone else is going to rip it off of me.

Every time I wear those clothes you will be reminded of the time that I screwed another man. Same with the makeup and perfume. I like dabbing on a familiar scent, one that I wear often. That way the smell will become associated with our naughty cuckold fun.  And then I send you on your way.

Where does one go when you are being cuckolded?

The library? A bookstore? A coffeeshop? It doesn’t really matter; the experiences will be the same.

As you sit there waiting, you can’t help but wonder what is coming next. You clutch your phone and jiggle your leg and your imagination begins to take flight.

Maybe it starts with a kiss. And then in moments, our clothes are coming off and we are passionately making out. Hands groping one another, lips exploring every part of our bodies.

And you are sitting and wondering about it all.

Can you imagine the feel of his hands on my body? How I breathe a sigh of relief and moan of lust that comes with an intensely new sexual experience?

He could be better than you. So much better.

Time passes slowly, so slowly that you think that many hours have gone by. When the cell phone rings you pick it up hesitantly, wondering what is about to come next.

And then there’s my voice, reassuring you, telling you that everything is all right and that you can come back now.

And you are left with the thrill of wanting to do it all over again.

You walk in the door and throw your jacket on the couch in the living room. You are home early from work and won’t be expecting your wife for another hour. You hear a noise and head upstairs to investigate. The light is peering through your bedroom door and it puzzles you. After all, no one is home but you, right? You open the door to find a shocking sight:

Your wife is being fucked hard by another man!

How does that feel, knowing that she is getting it someplace else? I’m sure at first you feel embarrassed. Or even angry. After all, she’s your wife right? But you can’t help but feel something else right? Your cock is growing hard in your pants as you continue to watch them. The humiliation, the shame, it’s a turn on isn’t it? And when she finally notices you she can tell right away how turned on you are. So she begs him to fuck her harder and he does. They are fucking like rabbits and all you can do is stand there.

But your hand reaches down and soon you are unzipping your pants and jerking off at the sight of your slut wife screwing another guy.

Your head is filled with so many dirty fantasies that you can barely stay focused. She gestures toward you and you come closer, watching as he pistons in and out of her, making her body shake with pleasure. She cums and she squirts everywhere. She never did that with you, not even close and yet your hand is stroking your cock even faster. You want to cum so badly and yet you don’t want it to be over. Finally your wife says two words “Cream me”. Her lover complies and he squirts his load deep inside her. He has cum so much that it’s spilling out of her.

“Clean it up.”

You realize that she is talking to you. You have to suck the cum of another man out of your wife. You do as she says and soon you are slurping up his cum, your mouth filled with his load and her juices. You love every moment of it and want more. And that is why you are such a cuckolded husband. Because it’s just too damn good.

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“Bermuda … Bahama … Come on, pretty Mama!”

You all know the song … feel free to hum along.  It’s a great song, sung by a really wonderful band … however, it is my not so humble opinion that perhaps the people who have been listening to it have taken the meaning just a tad bit literally.  Here’s why:

On Friday, as everyone is aware, I shut down my computer, turned off my cell phone and kissed my menagerie farewell for 7 days in the lush, beautiful pink sand beaches of Bermuda.  The limo picked us up, drove us down to the pier in Boston and, upon my arrival I was rushed to get the bags off to the baggage handlers.  The driver assisted with getting everything squared away and I began making my way into the terminal.  All was well … until I was handed a rather innocent looking piece of paper.  This piece of paper announced that, due to concerns about the weather I would not be traveling to the pink sands of Bermuda but, instead would make a detour to Port Canaveral Florida and then on to Nassau, in the Bahamas.  I was slightly dumbfounded as I read the paper … Florida is somewhere I have visited on countless occasions.  And Bahamas is where I may or may not have gotten the worst sunburn of my life (so bad I was face-down on the hotel bed for 6 days).  Perhaps I should turn around and cut my losses, spend the week in Boston and just plan a cruise for another time?

I was overruled (meaning, I got sad puppy eyes from havoc and chaos both) so off we went …

“We’ll put out to sea … and perfect our Chemistry”

The boat was gorgeous … 13 decks of pure indulgence.  Warm woods, twinkling lights and beautiful tile floors greeted me as we came up the gangway … everyone going out of their way to be helpful (one might actually start to think a fem dom Mistress was present, with the way they fall over themselves to assist!).  We quickly made our way upstairs to the coffee bar to wait for the staterooms to become ready (they said it would be about 2 hours before the staterooms could be occupied but I can certainly find something to entertain myself with … it’s coffee!).  Of course, once we settled in with a nice hot cup of coffee, havoc wanted to take a few pictures of the ship … so I turned to get the camera bag … and realized I didn’t have it.  In the rush to get everything tagged and loaded, somehow the camera bag had been left behind.  Thankfully, I still had about 3 hours before the ship was due to leave so I called the limo company back, had them check with the driver and sure enough … havoc’s camera bag was in his car.  And he was already almost an hour away … Oh this would be fun.  Off the ship I go, passport and keycard in hand to get BACK onto the ship once everything is said and done.  I make my way back down the gangway, all the way down to receiving and wait a good 45 minutes for the car to return.  This is where the fun REALLY began …

“Bodies in the sand … tropical drink, melting in your hand”

While waiting for the car, a lovely ship steward passed by on his way up to the ship.  Dressed in a crisp uniform of straight black pants and a mint green, button down shirt he walked with purpose across the entry to where a colleague was waiting for him.  Beautiful coffee hued skin with thick black hair and a physique that was breathtaking, his voice was low and rich as he began speaking in a heavily accented English.  I couldn’t quite make out the accent but it was intriguing.  We briefly made eye contact and I smiled as he tilted his head, an unconscious half-bow that had my head spinning with the possibilities … (it’s not my fault that I happened to check out his ass when he walked by … strapon fantasies aren’t limited to just MEN you know).  He finished speaking with his colleague and the two of them made their way up to the ship … soon after, the car arrived with the camera and I too, returned to the ship.  Bending and bumping my way through the crowd of people, I managed to find my way up to the coffee bar and present the camera to havoc.  She happily began snapping away as I sipped coffee until the announcement that our staterooms were ready.  We once again fought our way through the throngs of people up to the 10th deck, down the longest corridor on the face of the planet and finally arrived at our elegant accommodations for the next 7 days.  Let me tell you … I had quite a surprise in store for me and I’d like to reiterate what every cuckold mistress in the world has repeated over and over again …

Size Matters.

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