I Cuckold
I learned the first day back in England that my uncle knew everything that happened during my honeymoon. As I said, my husband is a bit of a wizard with computer's and databases. Well, turns out he is also a wizard at setting up a wireless network of cameras. My uncle's entire estate is under 'surveillance' for security purposes.
When I arrived back at the manor, I was brought into Uncle's study for a talk. There are three monitors on his desk and a great big wall monitor. When I came in, I could see a crystal clear image of Thomas forcing his big **** into me, while I shamelessly declared my undying love for his massive black ****.
For my punishment, I was forbidden a stitch of clothing for the next month and Uncle's staff was informed I was to be taught a proper lesson. Each man was instructed to whip me thoroughly before using me in whatever manner they pleased. There are hundreds of men employed by Uncle. It seemed like an endless stream of men used me at their will.
One morning I was taken from the house and a bag was placed over my head. My elbows were bound tight behind me and I was fastened to a cart and driven by whips, as a group of men took me to one of the large barns where feed and grains are stored.
The bag was kept in my head, as I was strung from a beam and whipped front and back. Then a small hole was cut in the bag. The first man took my throat in the roughest manner, while the others contented themselves with my *** and *****. I do not know how many used me. I remember hearing it was dark and the men needed to get back to supper.
I was dragged to another building nearby and heard the clang of a gate before I was roughly thrown into a cage. Gloves were tapped on my hands and my elbows released. I was told when I had finished, I would be allowed to sleep. There was a wooden platform and I crawled onto it and felt my way around as best I could. Then I felt a cold nose push into me and I froze. I could hear growling and the man outside the cage told me to 'stand like a good *****'. I felt my heart catch in my throat as the first pair of paws encircled my waist and yanked me towards my new lover's furry embrace.
I will not describe what happened. I am sure you all can imagine my complete submission and humiliation. The following day I was brought into my uncle's study again. My husband and a group of men were there. Up on the screen, I could see myself being mounted and knotted by each of the dogs in turn. To say I was humiliated to be forced to watch myself while a group of men stood around and commented and then asked me questions, would be a huge understatement.
My uncle introduced me to the men who were all members of the local breeders association. I learned for the next year my duties were to go from breeder to breeder and see to the health of the males.
After hunts, I was to be given as a reward.
When I arrived back at the manor, I was brought into Uncle's study for a talk. There are three monitors on his desk and a great big wall monitor. When I came in, I could see a crystal clear image of Thomas forcing his big **** into me, while I shamelessly declared my undying love for his massive black ****.
For my punishment, I was forbidden a stitch of clothing for the next month and Uncle's staff was informed I was to be taught a proper lesson. Each man was instructed to whip me thoroughly before using me in whatever manner they pleased. There are hundreds of men employed by Uncle. It seemed like an endless stream of men used me at their will.
One morning I was taken from the house and a bag was placed over my head. My elbows were bound tight behind me and I was fastened to a cart and driven by whips, as a group of men took me to one of the large barns where feed and grains are stored.
The bag was kept in my head, as I was strung from a beam and whipped front and back. Then a small hole was cut in the bag. The first man took my throat in the roughest manner, while the others contented themselves with my *** and *****. I do not know how many used me. I remember hearing it was dark and the men needed to get back to supper.
I was dragged to another building nearby and heard the clang of a gate before I was roughly thrown into a cage. Gloves were tapped on my hands and my elbows released. I was told when I had finished, I would be allowed to sleep. There was a wooden platform and I crawled onto it and felt my way around as best I could. Then I felt a cold nose push into me and I froze. I could hear growling and the man outside the cage told me to 'stand like a good *****'. I felt my heart catch in my throat as the first pair of paws encircled my waist and yanked me towards my new lover's furry embrace.
I will not describe what happened. I am sure you all can imagine my complete submission and humiliation. The following day I was brought into my uncle's study again. My husband and a group of men were there. Up on the screen, I could see myself being mounted and knotted by each of the dogs in turn. To say I was humiliated to be forced to watch myself while a group of men stood around and commented and then asked me questions, would be a huge understatement.
My uncle introduced me to the men who were all members of the local breeders association. I learned for the next year my duties were to go from breeder to breeder and see to the health of the males.
After hunts, I was to be given as a reward.
Age:
31-35
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Female
12
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