Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

“Oh I’ll make him beg alright Sheridan but not what you’re thinking. I’ll make him beg for more punishment, harder kicks in the balls. I have a special way of handling cuckolds so they really want to co-operate with me. Faggot will do anything I say, including begging me to destroy him as a male. You’ll see soon enough and I think you’ll love it”.

These were words I definitely didn’t want to hear but knew resistance was futile. I cleaned up after lunch then returned to the pool and awaited my fate.

Mistress Gemma spoke, “Good news faggot. I just got a text from Miss Christy and she wants to come over for a drink and lunch so we’re gonna put off your flogging from Max. She’s bringing her new boyfriend Mark. I hope you bought enough food dipshit”.

I could hardly believe my ears. I was to be spared, today at least. My heart jumped for joy. “Yes Your Highness, I have enough food and drinks”.

This was a new development. I had grown used to Max exploiting all my frailties but I wasn’t sure how I’d handle being exposed for the weakling I was in front of another male. But, as usual, there was no point lodging an objection or I would be subjected to that punishment level flogging Max had talked about.