Cuckold rituals

Like anything else, cuckoldry is something that everyone defines differently. I’ve found that the lifestyle I enjoy is sometimes misconstrued as ’swinging’ or ‘inter-racial’. While this may be the way some folks define cuckolding, I find that those definitions are mainly propogated by the mainstream internet porn industry for marketing purposes.

Just as a lil preperation for those of you thinking of calling me, I thought an explination of my own take on cuckolding might be useful. I’ve never been able to respect a man with a little dick. I would certainly never marry one. Well, never say never, I suppose with the right bank balance, and the understanding that I would in fact fuck who I want, when I want… anything is possible.

I have a few “good men” (read: well hung) that I call on as fuck buddies. All of them know that I also have several “little men” (read: tiny dicked cock suckers) that I love to incorporate into my sex-capades. I’m fortunate enough to have a way with brutal honesty, and the self confidence to know what it is I want and expect from all of these bois, and I have no issues with making things crystal clear from the start.

It’s not uncommon for me to be approached by men while out at bars with my girlfriends. When this happens, if the man is good looking enough to pique my interest, I also have no problem grabbing for his cock, no matter where we are. I have this theory…

If you’ve got MY hand wrapped around your cock, no matter the surroundings, it should get hard, and fill my fist to overflowing. If it doesn’t, well, you’re either impotent or you have a little dick. In either case, you are nothing but fodder for my cuckold games. If I see the look of hope and desperation in your eyes when I ask “Wow, that’s sad, are you impotent, or are you just a lil dick?”, I will then come right out and ask if you’ve ever seen a girl like me get fucked by a “real” dick.

The reactions I get are amazing. Perhaps I naturally draw this kind of boy somehow, but I’ve yet to get what I would call a “bad” reaction to my hand wrapped around a stranger’s dick. LOL Now, when I find that there’s a “real” dick in my fist, I change gears and ask “How do you feel about fucking me till I scream, while a guy with a tiny dick watches and learns why he is so inadiquate?”.

I remember years ago, being a little surprised at just how many men go along with whatever I say LOL Since then, I’ve learned to use this talent to my advantage, and my sexual satisfaction. I truly have fun making lil dicked boys jump through hoops to please me, especially right before one of our ‘encounters’.

Usually, this includes the soon to be cuckold taking me shopping. I like to take new boys out with me so they can watch me seduce the ‘real’ men that I fuck. Before we go out, I have them take me shopping so that every stitch of clothing I wear for our ‘date’ is something they purchased with the sole intent of hunting huge cock to satisfy me, because they are unworthy.

Sometimes the shopping ritual is all it takes to make these types of boys weak, and willing to do whatever it takes to make me smile. Sometimes, however, it takes a bit more of a shocking revelation to get them to the point where they beg to be used by me. (You’ll have to call to get these dirty details, I don’t allow jerking off to my words… remember that, boys!)

Any way you look at it, I’m having fun… I’m getting slammed by handsome cocks that fill me up, and I’m enjoying humiliating, feminizing, and denying little dicked boys for fun and sport. Will I ever marry? Probably not… why should I? I can get everything I need out of you without marrying you LOL. Will I use boy after boy for my pleasure and entertainment?

Bet on it. *giggle* Call me, and you’ll find out that you’ve never talked to a woman more serious about commanding dicks of all shapes and sizes at her whim. Don’t be surprised if you become addicted though, I tend to burn my desires into your brains while you’re busy fantasizing… I’ll be available later tonight. I’m going to go to the gym before meeting some friends at a local pub. I’d rather go for a run, but the weather just sucks.