Cuckold Locked in Chastity by his Mistress and Watching her being Fucked by Bull , Clean up after

Imagine you're in a dimly lit room, feeling the anticipation as our stunning Russian mistress, [Name], struts in, her eyes locked onto you, her husband. She's a vision of confidence and heat, her body glistening under the soft glow of the room. You're locked in chastity, a heavy weight around your cock, a constant reminder of her control. She smiles, a wicked twist to her lips, as she gets down to business. "You're going to watch me, aren't you?" she whispers, as she begins to undress, her clothes falling to the floor like petals from a flower.

As she lounges on the bed, she pulls out her phone, a sultry smirk playing on her face. "Meet my new friend," she says, her eyes never leaving yours as she swipes through the photos. The camera zooms in on a towering black man, his muscles rippling under his skin. Your heart pounds in your chest as she taps on the screen, a video starting to play. The sound of moans and wet flesh fills the room, and you can't help but feel a mix of jealousy and desire as you watch them together.

But this isn't just any video. This is live, and you can't believe your eyes as the man, named [Bull], starts to talk to your wife. His deep voice commands her, and she follows his every word like a puppet on a string. You can see the hunger in her eyes as she looks at him, her body aching to be touched by him. And you're right there, locked in chastity, watching it all unfold.

As they begin to fuck, your wife's moans fill the room, her body writhing in pleasure. You can see the sweat beading on her skin, the way her muscles tense as she takes him in. And through it all, you're there, watching, your own cock straining against the confines of your chastity device. The sight of her enjoying herself should be enough to drive you wild, but it's not. It's the power she holds over you, the control she has, that makes you want more.

After they're done, your wife turns to you, a satisfied smile on her face. "Clean up," she commands, her voice firm. And you do, your hands shaking as you wipe her clean, the scent of their sex filling the room. It's a humbling experience, knowing that you're there to serve her, to clean up after her lovers.

As you finish, she smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good boy," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair. And as she leads you away, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. You're her cuckold, her plaything, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Because this is your reality, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.