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Babe he’s our bull now

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Even after all this time, it still breaks my heart every time she leaves for an evening out with her man. It has reached the point where she actually asks me how she looks. Of course I say she looks beautiful. I want to tell her not to go, to stop all this and be with me like she used to. But I know that’s just not an option, as she’s made it completely clear that I’ve failed her as a man, so remaining with her as a friend-zoned, feminized, sissy simp is my only choice. So, like a pathetic fool, I tell her how beautiful she is and wish her a good time. After that, she’ll give me a little, patronizing pat on the head or perhaps lean down for me to give her a little kiss on her cheek, and then she’s gone. After that, I’ll straighten up my dress or skirt or whatever she has me wearing that day (she always lays out my outfit for the day), finish up my chores,write my daily lines, get changed into my nightie and go to bed. Being a cuckold is hard IRL. I thought after awhile this would get easier, but as time passes, and you begin to realize this is not a phase, but a permanent change to your life, and it only gets harder. But it’s what I deserve, my proper role, and I love her…

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Watching her get ready for a date with mixed emotions.

Sadness and regret because it used to be you she did this for.

Ashamed because now she’s doing this for another man. A better man than you.

Excitement because she hasn’t allowed you to cum in forever, and she looks so smoldering hot.

Finally, she puts on the finishing touches of her lipstick and stands up, looks at you.

“Well?” she asks “how do I look?”

“So beautiful… you’re a goddess…” you answer honestly.

“Do you think my date will like my outfit?” she asks, teasingly now.

But you answer honestly, “Yes, I’m sure he will. I’m sure he’ll love how soft your sweater feels…”

“Aww, you’re jealous, aren’t you? Would you like to feel my sweater a little before I go?” she asks. It’s an evil and cruel thing to ask, knowing what your answer is going to be and knowing she’ll deny you anyway.

“Yes…” you answer, playing along.

“Of course you would,” she replies, “you’re such a little sissy… that’s why I need to find real men to date. So I know you’d like to feel my sweater, but tell me, do you think you deserve to?”

“No ma’am,” you answer, “I know I don’t. Sorry…”

“Who deserves to feel my sweater?” she interrupts you, impatiently.

“Your date ma’am, not me.”

That finally seems to satisfy her. She nods slightly and takes her perfume bottle from the counter and holds it out for you to take. “Here,” she says, “you can do my perfume for me.”

As you spray, you can only think how beautiful she is, how you never deserved her anyway, and that you’re just lucky she has kept me around, even as a humiliated, ridiculed, broken, cuckold slave.

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You first saw her from afar, a tall, slender but shapely woman with beautiful long blond hair. You couldn’t help notice what she was wearing- the beautiful fur, the sexy pink dress underneath, the thigh high boots. She looked gorgeous and commanding, assertive, confident. You were mesmerized by her womanly perfection, and knew several irrefutable facts instantly. First, there was no doubt about her superiority over you. That you were not man enough for her, no where near in her league, and that you wouldn’t even quality as a man in her eyes. Second, that she have anything she wanted from you, do anything wanted to you, and you would willing prostrate yourself at her feet for just the chance to be her slave.

You figured, as always has been the case when you see a goddess like her, that she would walk right past, without even noticing you, but, as she walked towards you, she began staring directly at you, so intensely it was as though she was bearing down into your soul. It completely unnerved you and after a few seconds, you reflexively looked down. You could only see her boots and hear the clicking of her heels as she approached, stopping directly in front of you. Finally, you glanced back up at her.

Placing one hand on her hip and tilting her head slightly to look down at you, she smiled for a moment. There was something about her smile… it somehow conveyed pity and mocked you at the same time, and you somehow realized that there was something cruel and unmerciful about her. But of course that didn’t matter at all- you were already hers. Hers to use however she saw fit. You were already willing to suffer her cruelty, in fact, you were craving it, and she sensed it. Finally, she spoke. Her unsettlingly deep voice surprised you. “I’m going to make you my puppy,” she announced with an authoritative tone, then she reached into her bag and produced a pink dog collar. “Here, put this on.”

You hesitated for a minute, wondering if this was really happening. “You do want to be my pet, don’t you?” she asked. You nodded and whispered yes. “Then you’ll wear my collar and I’ll bring you home, as long as you promise to be respectful, loyal and obedient to me at all times.” You quickly answered “yes, I promise”, as you put her collar around your neck. “Good boy,” she said, that cruel smile returning as she then produced a leash from her bag and clipped onto your collar, “I’ll explain the rest when we get home.” Then she started walking, and you followed behind, still wondering if this was a dream…

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So you are a sissy! I knew it! There was just something about you… the way you so happily accepted being friend-zoned with me, the way you comment on my outfits, and how easy you are to talk to- especially about guys… and now, I just totally caught you checking out my boyfriend’s bulge. Come on, we’re friends, you can admit it to me… and you know what? I’m gonna talk to him to see if any of his friends might be interested in you- you know he is the only straight actor in his theater company, right? I ‘m sure he has lots of friends who like sissies…

Aww, you’re turning soooo red… cute! I think being so shy and submissive will really help things go well once we get you out on a date with a man, and don’t worry, I can help coach you about the rest. This is gonna be so fun!

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Yes, Ma'am, i am this kind of loser