I'd Convince You To Let Her In
I’d convince you to let another woman into our bedroom. I’d grind away at your sanity, slipping in casual comments about how you aren’t enough for me. About how I deserve more. And you’d break eventually. You’re not the type to protect yourself. You’re someone that seeks my constant approval. You’d set about several ground rules, most of which I would ignore. Especially that one about no girl-on-girl action.
We’d bring her over, and from the moment she’d step through our door, you’d see me enchanted by her. You’d watch me practically fawn over her, offering to pour her more wine, or pulling a chair back for her. I’d never do this to you. You’d stand there, humiliated and angry. Soon to be a cuck.
Your heart would sink as you watch your man sink his cock into another woman. I’d play with your cunt mindlessly while focusing my attention onto her, feeling your bitterness swell up. I’d ravage her fuckbox with passion you’ve never seen from me in the bedroom. Because she’d be better. Hotter. Tighter. And just as I’d reach the edge of an orgasm, I’d pull out and tell you two to get on your knees. You’d both comply, one willingly, one with tears in her eyes.
And as I’d aim my cock at your faces, I’d tell you to kiss each other. You’d snap, telling me to go fuck myself. I’d simply tell you to stop being such a bitch to our guest. She’d laugh along, telling you that it’s impolite. That you’re being horrible. We’d laugh as we watch you tear up.
“It’s just a kiss,” we would say over and over again. Until you finally bend. Just as you usually do. Ground rules? Couldn’t you tell that you lost all your power the moment you agreed to become a stupid little cuck? You’d press your lips lightly against hers, tears flowing freely, but she’d pull you in harder, exploring every crevice of your mouth, every fucking inch of your skin. You’d hate it but you’d have no option. It doesn’t matter what you want. It only matters what I want.
And then I’d slide my cock between your lips, feeling both mouths on the tip of my dick at once. I’d use your horrifying experience to cum. I’d press your heads against each other, sliding back and forth. Through the tears, you would be able to look over my cock into her eyes filled with sadistic delight. And then I’d slide my shaft into her mouth, unloading my thick spunk onto her tongue.
As I wipe my cock with your hair, she’d spit my cum into your mouth, before leaning in to kiss and swap it back and forth between yourselves. It would be the height of cruelty to pick you up and stroke your hair, telling you how pretty you looked, telling you how wonderful you did today, as if you were a willing participant. I would do exactly that. I’d smother you soft kisses and sweet words so that angry, twisted feeling in your gut loosens while I gaslight you.