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The Cuckold Sitter: Servicing My Wife's Sister - 2. [FM][Cuckold][Hotwife][Teasing]
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Part 1 can be found here.

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I couldn’t help but wonder what Claire meant by service in this context. Was it merely physical submission, or does it extend to emotional and psychological manipulation as well? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. As the minutes drag on, I become increasingly aware of my surroundings, taking in the dimly lit room and the various implements scattered about. Each object seemed to hold a secret, a potential tool for Claire's twisted games. Despite the discomfort of this predicament, I found myself growing more aroused with each passing moment.

Claire returned to the room, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor. She approached me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed my bound and adorned form.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, reaching out to gently tweak one of the clamped nipples. “Looks like you've been enjoying yourself while I was away. Your body certainly seems to appreciate the attention.” She trailed her fingers down my chest, her touch light and teasing. “I must admit, I find your reactions quite... fascinating. The way you squirm and whimper, even as you try to maintain that stoic facade. It's adorable, really.” She stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “But enough dawdling. It's time for the next phase of your training.”

My breath got caught in my throat as Claire's fingers danced across my sensitive skin, the gentle pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nerves. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as she teased my clamped nipples.

“I-I apologize if my reactions seem inappropriate, Mistress,” I managed to stammer, my voice strained. “It's just... the sensations are rather intense. I'm not sure how to... respond properly.” My gaze dropped to the floor, a mix of shame and frustration coloring my cheeks. I knew I should be stronger, more composed, but the constant stimulation was unraveling my carefully crafted control. “May I see another pic of Bonnie, please now, Mistress?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the discomfort of my situation.

Claire chuckled at my request, clearly amused by my attempts to divert her attention. She retrieved her phone from her pocket and scrolled through the photos, selecting a particularly provocative image of Bonnie in her school uniform.

“This one?” Claire asked, holding the screen close to my face. “Or perhaps you'd prefer this shot of her in her cheerleading outfit?” She winked at me playfully, enjoying the power she held over me in this moment. “After you've had your fill of your precious Bonnie, we'll move on to something else,” Claire promised, setting the phone aside. For now, just focus on breathing and trying to stay upright.”

As Claire set the phone down, she reached for a small, leather-bound whip.

“Now, let's work on your obedience,” Claire said, her tone turning stern. “I want to hear you address me correctly at all times. From now on, it's 'Mistress' or nothing.” With that, she raised the whip and brought it down in a swift, precise strike across my bare back. The sound of the lash meeting flesh echoed through the room, followed by my sharp intake of breath. “That's one,” Claire declared, her eyes glinting with authority. “Let's see how many more you can take before you beg for mercy.”

The sting of the whip's impact sent a shockwave through my body, my muscles tensing involuntarily as I absorbed the blow. I bit back a cry, determined not to show weakness in front of Claire.

“M-Mistress,” I managed to stammer, my voice shaking slightly.” I'll remember, Mistress.” A fresh wave of heat rose to my cheeks as I realized the implications of addressing her so formally. It felt strange, almost intimate, to use such a title of respect when I was bound and at her mercy. My gaze flickered to the whip in Claire's hand, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was in for a long night of discipline and training, but a part of me was eager to prove myself, to earn whatever rewards Claire might have in store for me.

Another crack of the whip split the air, the leather strands biting into my skin with a searing intensity. I grit my teeth, forcing back a whimper as the pain radiated outward from the impact point.

“Mistress!” I gasped, the title falling from my lips like a prayer. “Forgive me, Mistress! I'll do better!” Each subsequent strike elicited a similar response from me, my pleas for forgiveness growing more desperate as the whipping continued. My back was soon marked with a pattern of red welts, a testament to Claire's unyielding dominance. Despite the agony, I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me with each lash, making my cock throb vividly. There was a perverse excitement in submitting to Claire's will, in surrendering control and embracing the pain she inflicted upon me.

Claire watched me intently, her expression a mask of cool detachment as she administered the punishment. However, the slight quirk of her lips and the gleam in her eye betrayed a deeper satisfaction at seeing me break under her control.

When the last whip stroke landed, Claire lowered the leather tool and stepped back, admiring the array of red marks on my backside. She ran a finger along one particularly deep welt, tracing its contours with a clinical interest. “Not bad,” she murmured, her praise tinged with a hint of condescension. “You're learning quickly. But don't think this means you've earned any special treatment. We're just getting started.” Claire's gaze drifted to the nipple clamps, which continued to stimulate my sensitive nipples.

My chest heaved with ragged breaths as I struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. The ache in my back from the whipping blended with the relentless pulsing of the clamps on my nipples, creating an intense symphony of discomfort and pleasure.

“Mistress...” I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please... I don't know how much more...” My words trailed off as I felt Claire's finger trailing along the tender skin of my back. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the brutal punishment I had just received, and for a moment, I wondered if she might offer some respite. “But... but I am yours to train, Mistress,” I added, a note of determination creeping into my voice. “Use me however you see fit. I just hope those guys don't humiliate Bonnie too much now and she will be able to walk and go to work tomorrow like nothing happened.”

Claire's finger lingered on my back for a moment longer before withdrawing. She tilted her head, considering my plea with a calculating gaze.

“You're right, of course,” she said finally, a sly smile playing on her lips. “You are mine to mold and shape as I see fit. And I do intend to push you to your limits tonight.” Claire reached for a small, cylindrical device. “This is a delightful little toy called a 'cock ring',” she explained, holding it up for me to see. “It's designed to provide... extra stimulation. Shall we give it a try?”

My eyes widened. The thought of additional stimulation sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation despite the discomfort I was already enduring.

“I... I trust your judgment, Mistress,” I replied, trying to project an air of willingness and submission. “If you believe this will aid in my training, then I am willing to try it.” I swallowed hard, steeling myself for whatever new sensations awaited me.

Claire's smile widened at my acquiescence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She stepped closer, the cock ring held out towards me like a tantalizing offering.

“Very good, slave,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval. Now, let me help you prepare for your next lesson.” With that, Claire deftly slipped the cock ring onto my erect member, the metal gently squeezing my shaft. She gave it a few experimental twists, watching with rapt attention as my face contorted in a mix of surprise and pleasure. “There we go,” Claire cooed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Now, let's see how well you can perform with this added... encouragement.”

The unfamiliar pressure sent jolts of sensation racing up my spine, amplifying the already intense stimulation to my sensitive nerves.

“Ahh... Mistress...,” I moaned, my voice strained with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. “It feels... different. Intense.” My hips instinctively bucked forward, seeking relief from the relentless stimulation. But the handcuffs on my bound wrists kept me firmly in place, leaving me to endure the excruciating pleasure without reprieve. “Remember, slave,” Claire reminds me, her tone firm and commanding, “you're here to learn obedience, not to find release.”

My chest heaved with labored breaths as I struggled to maintain control over my surging arousal. The pressure of the cock ring, combined with the lingering ache from the whipping, has me teetering on the brink of climax.

“Mistress, please...,” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. “I'm trying, but it's too much... I won't last long like this.” Claire's gaze narrowed, her expression unreadable as she assessed my state. After a long moment, she reached into the bag, revealing her damp panties folded neatly. “I suppose you need a bit more... motivation,” she mused, showcasing the lacy thong. “Open your mouth, Adam. Time for your reward.”

My eyes widened as I was staring at the tiny lingerie she might have been wearing not long ago. With trembling lips, I parted my mouth, exposing my tongue in a gesture of eager submission. As Claire carefully put the thong on my extended tongue, I immediately felt the tusk aroma of her wetness in the soft fabric. I pulled the lingerie between my lips, further enjoying this young lady’s sweet taste on my tasting buds. Claire's fingers brushed against my cheek in a fleeting caress. Her touch felt surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutality she had inflicted upon me mere moments ago.

“Well done, Adam,” she praised, her voice softening ever so slightly. “You've proven yourself quite... resilient tonight. Perhaps you deserve a brief respite.” With deliberate slowness, Claire untied the ropes binding my wrists, allowing my arms to fall limply to my sides. She stepped back, appraising me with a critical eye. “However, don't get too comfortable,” she warned, a hint of her usual menace returning. “We're far from finished, I have many more lessons planned for you.”

I felt my muscles relax, a wave of relief washing over me. The sudden freedom to move my arms was a luxury I had almost forgotten, and I savored the feeling of unencumbered limbs.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I murmured, my voice muffled by the wet thong stuffed inside. The humbling made Claire smile, she reached to her panties and pulled it out slowly, letting me smell her wetness in it.

“Enough of this,” she said, giggling. “You may get it at the end of our session as a reward, if you behave well enough,” she added.

“Yes please!” I begged eagerly, thinking about how I would jerk off with her thong tied on my cock strongly. I also remained acutely aware of the cock ring still on my sensitive flesh. The metallic pressure felt like a constant reminder of Claire's dominance over my body. “I am ready for whatever comes next,” I declared, straightening my posture and meeting Claire's gaze with a determined look. “Please, proceed with my training!”

Claire's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she watched me with my submission evident in every line of my battered body. She circulated behind him, trailing a fingertip along the ridges of my whipped back, savoring the evidence of her control.

“Such a good boy, Adam,” she crooned, her breath hot against my ear. “So eager to please. That's exactly what I want to see.” Claire's hand dipped lower, grazing the bulge of my crotch where the cock ring constrained me. She gave the metal a teasing twist, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “Now, let's put that resolve to the test, shall we?” she proposed, her voice low and conspiratorial.” I have a special task in mind, one that requires precision and focus.”

My entire being tensed as Claire's fingers danced across my sensitized skin, the touch both soothing and maddening. My cock twitched in response, a helpless reaction to the relentless stimulation.

“What is it, Mistress?” I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. “I'll do my best to comply with your instructions. I would do anything to see my wife on your phone.”

Claire froze, her finger poised inches from the screen of her phone. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath as she processed my unexpected declaration.

“You want to see your wife?” she repeated slowly, her tone neutral. “Is that because you miss her, Adam? You miss my loving, innocent sister so much, right?” Claire's gaze bored into me, searching for how deep my cuckold fetish was. She knew all too well the power of manipulating desires, and the thought of exploiting this particular craving sent a dark thrill through her. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she unlocked her phone.” Let's take a little peek, shall we?”

With deliberate slowness, Claire scrolled through her phone. Finally, she stopped on a photo of Bonnie standing on her all fours on the hotel bed, being spit roasted by her black bull and his buddy. Both guys seemed well ripped and their skins were glistening with sweat. The huge black cocks penetrated her pussy and mouth balls deep. The image clearly showed the pleasure on her face.

“Do you like what you see?” Claire asked, her voice pitched low and curious. “She's lovely, Adam. She seems to be having so much fun, almost like you when you're kneeling before me, begging for my attention.” Claire's thumb brushed over the screen, tracing the outline of the woman's face as if committing every detail to memory.

My eyes were riveted to the screen, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the graphic image of my wife. The sight of Bonnie in such a debauched pose, her features contorted in rapture, stirred a complex cocktail of emotions within me.

Part of me felt a pang of jealousy, a primal urge to reclaim her as soon as possible. Yet, another part, darker and more insidious, was drawn to the raw sexuality on display. The knowledge that Bonnie was enjoying herself in such a filthy way, even reveling in her degradation, served as a potent aphrodisiac. “Yes, Mistress,” I admitted hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper. “Bonnie looks exquisite. Can I see more?”

A wicked grin spread across Claire's face as she noticed the conflicted hunger in my eyes. She understood the allure of forbidden fruit, and she was more than happy to indulge my curiosity – and her own sadistic desires.

“Of course, Adam,” she purred, continuing to scroll through her phone with deliberate slowness. “After all, sharing is caring. And I always want you to feel... included.” Claire selected a video and pressed play, the sound muted but the visuals unmistakable. The camera captured Bonnie from above as she serviced the two massive black cocks at the same time, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate their girth. “Isn't she just delicious?” her sister asked with a giggle.

My pupils dilated as I watched the explicit video, my mind reeling from the sheer depravity on display. The sight of Bonnie's pleasure, the obscene visuals of her being used as a cum receptacle – it was a sensory overload that both repulsed and aroused me.

I couldn’t deny the surge of lust coursing through my veins, the cock ring constricting my shaft in sympathetic response to the lewd acts unfolding before me. The knowledge that my wife was engaging in such taboo activities, that she was capable of such wanton abandon, only served to heighten my excitement. “Yes, Mistress,” I breathed, my voice thick with desire. “Bonnie is incredible.”

As the video played on, showcasing Bonnie's utter submission and depraved enjoyment, I found myself torn between revulsion and a twisted sense of pride. I had always known my wife was adventurous, but this level of debasement went beyond anything I could have imagined.

And yet, witnessing her so completely lost to pleasure, so willing to degrade herself for the sake of carnal satisfaction, stoked a dark ember within me. Claire observed my internal struggle with a keen eye, noting the way my body responded to the lewd imagery despite my obvious discomfort. She recognized the flicker of recognition in my gaze, the dawning understanding that my wife's appetites aligned with my own darkest desires.

“See how much she enjoys being used, Adam?” Claire mused, her voice a seductive purr. “How she thrills to the taste of foreign cocks, the stretch of unfamiliar girths inside her? Isn't it beautiful to watch someone surrender so completely to their basest instincts?” She paused the video, turning to face me with a knowing smile. “Perhaps you'd like to experience that kind of surrender yourself, hmm? To let go of your inhibitions and lose yourself in pure, animalistic pleasure?”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with the implications of Claire's words. The idea of embracing my most primal urges, of shedding the constraints of societal norms and expectations, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“I... I don't know,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. “It's not something I've ever considered before.” The sight of Bonnie's debased ecstasy, coupled with the intoxicating rush of power I derived from submitting to Claire, awakened a hunger within me – a hunger for freedom from my moral shackles. “Show me,” I whispered, my eyes locked onto Claire's. “Teach me to let go!”

A triumphant gleam sparkled in Claire's eyes as she heard my whispered plea. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek in a gentle caress that belied the darkness lurking beneath.

“With pleasure, my dear Adam,” she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. “I'll guide you every step of the way, help you unleash the beast within. But first...” Claire's hand trailed down my chest, coming to rest on the cock ring. She gave the metal a firm squeeze, watching with satisfaction as my eyes fluttered shut and a guttural moan escaped my lips. “This toy needs to come off,” she stated matter-of-factly, her grip tightening until my cock throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.

I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily into Claire's grasp as the pressure built to unbearable levels. The sensation of the cock ring digging into my sensitive flesh, combined with the overwhelming arousal coursing through my veins, pushed me precariously close to the edge.

“Please, Mistress,” I begged, my voice strained with desperation. “I need... I need relief.” My pleading gaze locked onto Claire's, a silent plea for mercy mingling with the unspoken desire to submit fully to her will. In this moment, I was utterly at her mercy, ready to surrender everything for the promise of release.

Claire's grip on the cock ring tightened further, her fingers digging into the swollen flesh as I writhed in her hold.

“Not yet, Adam,” she chided, her voice a husky purr. “We're just getting started. You've been such a good boy, following my instructions without complaint. Now it's time to earn your reward.” With a deft twist of her wrist, Claire released the cock ring, allowing my engorged member to spring free. The sudden absence of constriction sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my whole body, making my knees buckle. “There we go,” she murmured, guiding me back onto the couch.

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