EPISODE 2: “Her First Bull”
The night she made me watch… and broke me in the best way.
She texted me while I was cooking dinner.
“He’s coming over tonight. Be polite. Be invisible.”
My hands started shaking.
My cage pulsed instantly.
Was this real?
Was I finally about to see her take another man… in our bed… while I watched?
While I stayed locked… useless… owned?
He arrived at 8:13 PM.
Tall. Confident. Smirking.
She greeted him in lingerie — not for me. For him.
And I stood by the wall. Quiet. Caged. Forgotten.
She didn’t waste time.
They were on the couch before the second glass of wine.
Her moans? Real.
Her eyes? Lit up like I’ve never seen before.
She was alive. Powerful. His.
And I was just the husband.
He took her right there — fast, deep, primal.
While I knelt on the floor… caged, shaking, leaking.
At one point, she looked at me.
Smirked.
“You hearing this, baby? That’s what a real man sounds like.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn… to clean me.”
And when it was over, when she was dripping and radiant, she didn’t cuddle him.
She called me over.
Opened her legs.
And made me lick every drop.
His cum. Her pleasure. My devotion.
I cried while I did it.
Not from pain —
From love.
Because this is what she deserves.
A Queen who is worshipped.
A woman who is pleased.
A husband who knows his place.
The night she made me watch… and broke me in the best way.
She texted me while I was cooking dinner.
“He’s coming over tonight. Be polite. Be invisible.”
My hands started shaking.
My cage pulsed instantly.
Was this real?
Was I finally about to see her take another man… in our bed… while I watched?
While I stayed locked… useless… owned?
He arrived at 8:13 PM.
Tall. Confident. Smirking.
She greeted him in lingerie — not for me. For him.
And I stood by the wall. Quiet. Caged. Forgotten.
She didn’t waste time.
They were on the couch before the second glass of wine.
Her moans? Real.
Her eyes? Lit up like I’ve never seen before.
She was alive. Powerful. His.
And I was just the husband.
He took her right there — fast, deep, primal.
While I knelt on the floor… caged, shaking, leaking.
At one point, she looked at me.
Smirked.
“You hearing this, baby? That’s what a real man sounds like.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn… to clean me.”
And when it was over, when she was dripping and radiant, she didn’t cuddle him.
She called me over.
Opened her legs.
And made me lick every drop.
His cum. Her pleasure. My devotion.
I cried while I did it.
Not from pain —
From love.
Because this is what she deserves.
A Queen who is worshipped.
A woman who is pleased.
A husband who knows his place.