I’m Choosing Him — Cuckolding and the Bittersweet Privilege of Watching

You and Me

Your shallow breathing, that slightly nervous look — they hey reveal the tension before I’ve even fully entered the room. I look into your eyes and smile. We both know: today, you won’t be the one to satisfy me. And it is precisely this knowledge that marks the beginning of it all.

I take my time with you. I examine you. I guide you slowly into your role — that of the cuckold, the spectator — and pposition you across from the bed. Naked. Bound. Your body exposed for me to see…

The Other One

As the Bull enters the room, the atmosphere shifts. His footsteps are steady, his presence imposing. I can see something tightening inside you — that bittersweet feeling of excitement and helplessness. You hear his voice as he flirts with me, and your stomach flips. You know what’s about to happen. And you know there’s nothing you can do to change it.

I glance at you. One of those looks that says more than words ever could. As I turn towards him, you retreat a little into yourself...

I choose him

You watch. You compare. You notice how naturally he touches my body, how effortlessly I open myself up to him. In your eyes I see the conflict: you want to see everything — and yet at the same time you want to withdraw from this intensity. Your body tells me exactly how deeply it affects — and arouses — you.

“Do you see that?” I ask quietly. “Look closely; perhaps you’ll learn something.”

So close and yet so far…

Sometimes I let you get really close. So close that you can feel my warmth, my movements, my moans. Perhaps I’ll lean on you whilst he moves deep inside me. And sometimes I ignore you completely. You’re allowed to watch if I let you. You must watch if I want you to. It’s this alternation — closeness and exclusion — that tears you apart inside.

The bittersweet privilege

Cuckolding is more than just voyeurism. It’s a game between the three of us, based on power dynamics, comparison and humiliation, but also on closeness and distance. You’re allowed to watch as I give myself sexually to another person — so uninhibitedly, so uncontrollably, in a way I hardly ever show you. But you mustn’t touch me.

Your arousal becomes your own little undoing. And perhaps you feel a little ashamed of just how much all this turns you on.

Sometimes I’m even surprised myself at how much this game arouses me. I enjoy the way your gaze seeks me out. The way you wish you could be in his place. And perhaps, at the same time, you’re also relieved that you don’t have to. That someone else is taking on what what you wouldn’t be able to do.

An invitation

An invitation

If the idea of watching me — or someone else — appeals to you…— then this game might be just the thing for you.

I invite you to find out with me.

P.S.: Of course, the ‘Bull’ can also be a woman wearing a strap-on ;)