<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=adventures%20mistress%20becca">Click here</a> to read Mistress Becca's previous adventures.</p><p><img data-media-id="65177990" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Can I help you?” I asked.</p><p>You jumped like I’d surprised you and said, “Do you…do you work here?”</p><p>I smiled, took a step closer, and said, “No, but I’m fairly certain I’ll be more helpful than any of the lovely young ladies that do work here.”</p><p>Your eyes darted around as you took a small step back and said, “Why is that?”</p><p>“I know why you’re here,” I said. “I know you’re on a slightly different mission than most men that step into a Victoria’s Secret without their wives. I know you’re not here to buy her something to wear for you.”</p><p>“Why do you say that?” you asked, though the look on your face made it obvious that I was right.</p><p>I smiled, closed the distance between us, and reached up to softly run my finger down your chest as I whispered, “I know a cuckold when I see one.”</p><p>Your eyes went wide for a moment before you asked, “How did you know?”</p><p>“I have more than a little experience with men like you,” I said. “And I’d like to help you find something perfect for your wife to wear for the man she’s chosen to cuckold you with. I just need you to admit what you are.”</p><p>“What?” you asked.</p><p>“I need you to admit what you are. I need you to tell me that you’re a cuckold. I need you to tell me that you’re not capable of pleasuring your wife, which is why she’s decided to bring another man into your marriage. I need you to tell me that you’re inadequate as a man, which is why your wife will be spending the night with someone else’s cock inside her,” I explained. “Unless, of course, none of that is true. If that’s the case, feel free to tell me. Perhaps you’re just swingers. Perhaps she just wants to try something new and you’re actually perfectly capable of making your wife cum as hard as another man can.”</p><p>You didn’t need to say anything. The bulge in your pants was all the answer I needed. You were a cuckold. You weren’t capable of pleasuring your wife, which is why you were buying lingerie for her to wear for another man.</p><p>“You’re right,” you said so softly I could barely hear it.</p><p>“I need you to look in my eyes and say it. Then I’ll help you. I’ll help you find something sexy for your wife to wear for another man. I’ll help you find something that will make her irresistible to the man that can actually satisfy her,” I said.</p><p>You looked into my eyes and said, “I’m a cuckold. I’m here to buy something that my wife can wear for her bull.”</p><p>“Is your cock hard?” I asked.</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“Is it hard because you like that someone else knows what a pathetic excuse for a man you are?” I asked.</p><p>Your knees buckled a little before you nodded again.</p><p>“I like that,” I said. “I like it when a cuckold knows his place. I like that you’re so eager to admit your inferiority. I like that you’re going to let me help you find something for your lovely wife to wear for her bull.”</p><p>“Thank you,” you said.</p><p>I reached out and gently caressed your face as you closed your eyes and leaned into my touch.</p><p>“You can call me Becca,” I said.</p><p>“Thank you, Becca,” you replied.</p><p>“Now tell me, how long has your wife been with her bull,” I said.</p><p>“A month,” you replied.</p><p>“Good,” I said as I took your hand and led you away from the bras and panties. “Has it made a difference in her happiness?”</p><p>“Yes,” you answered. “It really has. More so than I expected.”</p><p>“Good sex will do that for a woman, especially if she’s been married to a man that doesn’t know the first thing about satisfying her,” I said. “Is that the kind of husband you were up until a month ago? Were you incapable of truly satisfying your wife?”</p><p>“I didn’t think so, but it seems like that’s the case,” you said.</p><p>We stopped in the section of the store where the confident women tend to shop. The mannequins were dressed in full lingerie sets and the shelves were lined with the expensive, sexy stuff that Victoria’s Secret tends to be proudest of.</p><p>“You’re happier too, aren’t you?” I asked. “You’re probably not fucking your wife anymore, but you’re having better orgasms, aren’t you?”</p><p>“I am,” you said.</p><p>“How long has it been since she let you inside her,” I asked.</p><p>“Two weeks. At first she let me have sex with her after she was with him. Not anymore, though.”</p><p>I smiled. “It wasn’t doing anything for her, was it? You were cumming too quickly, weren’t you? You’d thrust your little cock into her wet pussy for a minute or two and then spill your rancid seed, wouldn’t you?”</p><p>You looked at the floor and said, “Yes.”</p><p>“You know that there isn’t a woman in the world that enjoys that kind of sex, right?” I asked as I lifted your chin and stared into your eyes. “You know that when you get so caught up in your excitement that you spill your load in a minute that you’re basically worthless to your wife, right?”</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“What do you think about this?” I asked as I pointed to a mannequin wearing a strappy bra, panty, and garter set.</p><p>“It’s beautiful,” you said.</p><p>“Would it look good on your wife?” I asked.</p><p>“I don’t know,” you said. “She doesn’t usually wear stuff like that.”</p><p>“What does she wear?” I asked.</p><p>“Well, she doesn’t usually wear anything other than whatever bra and panty set she wore during the day,” you answered.</p><p>“Was it your idea or hers to have you buy something for her?” I asked.</p><p>“It was her bull’s idea, actually. He said he wanted her to dress up in something sexy for him. He said I had to pick it out. He said the fact that she never really wore lingerie for me would make it hotter for him,” you explained.</p><p>I looked up at the lingerie set on the mannequin and smiled as an idea popped into my head. “Would you like me to model it for you? Would seeing it on me help you decide if it might look good on your wife?” I asked.</p><p>You nodded as your eyes moved over my body.</p><p>“You know I’m not going to let you fuck me, right?” I asked. “You know that a cuckold’s dick has no business being in my pussy either, right? You know the last thing I’m thinking of is letting your dick come anywhere near me, right cuckold?”</p><p>The look of disappointment on your face made it seem like you’d been entertaining the fantasy of fucking me, at least for a few moments.</p><p>“I know,” you said.</p><p>“I would think your experience in the past month would have taught you that you have no business fucking anyone. A minute man with what I’m imagining is a fairly small dick doesn’t deserve pussy. You might have gotten some in your life, but I think we both know you haven’t really satisfied a woman, have you?” I asked.</p><p>“No,” you said.</p><p>“Your little dick seems to like it when I humiliate you. Has being a cuckold showed you the pleasures of humiliation?” I asked as I pulled a bra, panties, and garter belt from the shelves.</p><p>“I guess so,” you said.</p><p>I took your hand and led you to the fitting rooms as I said, “It’s cute that you’re still trying to deny who you are. You might find it more pleasurable if you embrace your nature, though. You’re a cuckold. You crave humiliation. You crave being put in your place as a little-dicked cuck that can’t satisfy your wife.”</p><p>I led us to an open fitting room and gestured for you to step inside ahead of me.</p><p>“Does your wife let you watch?” I asked as I set the lingerie on the bench and began to unbutton my shirt.</p><p>You nodded as your gaze fixed on my fingers as they worked their way down my blouse.</p><p>“Does she let you play with your little cock as you watch?” I asked.</p><p>You nodded as I opened my blouse and revealed my semi-sheer black lace bra.</p><p>“Do you ever look down at your little cock and feel inadequate as another man fucks your wife?” I asked.</p><p>You looked up at me and nodded.</p><p>“Take your little cock out for me. Show me why your wife is fucking another man,” I said.</p><p>You unzipped your pants and pulled out your cock without hesitation. You were so caught up in your lust that you couldn’t help yourself. Like a true cuckold, you were almost proud of the diminutive size of your dick.</p><p>“It’s quite small, isn’t it?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you said as your fingers wrapped around the shaft.</p><p>I grabbed your wrist and squeezed hard enough that you let go of your cock.</p><p>“Did I give you permission to play with your cock, cuckold?” I said.</p><p>“No,” you said.</p><p>“Then why the fuck did you play with your cock? Do you think I’m doing this for your pleasure? Do you think I’m doing this to make you cum?” I asked.</p><p>“No. I’m sorry,” you said.</p><p>“You should be, you pathetic excuse for a man. No wonder your wife is fucking someone else. You clearly can’t be bothered to think about anyone but yourself. You get hard and all you can think about is pulling on your little dick and trying to cum.”</p><p>“I’m sorry, Becca,” you said.</p><p>“Get on your knees,” I demanded.</p><p>You fell to your knees and looked up at me as I pulled my blouse off and looked down at you.</p><p>“Tell me what you are,” I said.</p><p>“A cuckold. I’m a cuckold,” you answered.</p><p>“Why are you a cuckold?” I asked.</p><p>“Because I can’t give my wife what she needs,” you said.</p><p>“Because you’re an inferior man,” I said.</p><p>“Yes, because I’m an inferior man,” you repeated.</p><p>“Because your wife deserves to fuck a real man. Because she deserves a real man’s cock in her perfect, tight, wet pussy,” I said.</p><p>“Yes, Becca,” you said. “Yes, she deserves a real man.”</p><p>I could see your little cock throbbing as you humiliated yourself from your knees. I could see the pleasure vibrating through you.</p><p>I smiled and unzipped my skirt, revealing a pair of semi-sheer panties that matched my bra. You stared between my legs, no doubt admiring the little bit of my pussy lips that you could see through the soft material.</p><p>“Do you worship your wife’s pussy, cuckold?” I asked.</p><p>“I do,” you answered.</p><p>I reached out and ran my fingers over your lips as I said, “That’s good. A cuckold should always worship his wife’s pussy as if it’s the center of his universe.”</p><p>I thought about having you worship my pussy. I thought about grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your mouth to my wet cunt so you could make me cum. You didn’t deserve that pleasure, though. You’d pulled on your little cock. You’d been unable to resist. You couldn’t help but be a selfish cuck.</p><p>“Would you like to see me model that lingerie for you?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, I would love that,” you said from your knees.</p><p>I smiled and turned around as I unhooked my bra and freed my breasts. I changed into the beautiful strappy bra I’d picked out and then slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I bent over and my soft, smooth ass moved closer to your face.</p><p>“Do you like my ass, cuckold?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s beautiful,” you said.</p><p>“Would you like to kiss it? Would you like to kiss my ass?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, please,” you said.</p><p>“Go ahead, cuckold. Give it a little kiss. Press your lips against my ass and kiss it. Show me that you can be a good boy. Show me that you deserve this little lingerie show I’m about to give you,” I said.</p><p>I felt the warmth of your lips against my ass. You offered the softest kiss imaginable. You were a good boy. You did exactly as you were told.</p><p>“So you capable of being a good boy,” I said. “That’s nice to know. Now what do you say?”</p><p>“Thank you for letting me kiss your ass, Becca,” you said.</p><p>I smiled, dropped my panties to the floor, and grabbed the strappy new pair from the bench. I stepped into them and took my time pulling the underwear up my legs, putting on a little show for you. I spun around and picked up the garter belt as your eyes devoured my body. You watched me affix the strappy little bit of lingerie to my body and you smiled.</p><p>“How does it look?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s perfect,” you said.</p><p>“Do you think your wife will like it? Will her bull like it?” I asked.</p><p>“It’s unlike anything she’s ever worn, but I think she’ll look so good in it,” you said as a giddy smile crossed your face.</p><p>“I think you’re right,” I said. “I don’t think she would have asked you to pick out lingerie for her if she wasn’t feeling confident about her body. That’s the joy of finding a bull. Having great sex with a man that’s far superior to your husband can imbue a woman with an incredible sense of confidence. It can change her, and I’ll bet it’s changed your wife.”</p><p>“Changed her?” you asked as your eyes continued to wander over my body.</p><p>“Yes. She’s coming into her own. After years of being underwhelmed by your sexual performance your wife has realized that she’s a goddess that deserves to be fucked by a real man. She deserves to have a beautiful cock inside her. She deserves to have a strong, sexy man attached to that beautiful cock. She deserves to have orgasms that make her toes curl and her body tingle. She knows that now, which means she’s never going to be content with the underwhelming sex you provide. I’ll bet you’ve fucked your wife for the last time.”</p><p>I saw that delicious mixture of fear and lust in your eyes. You knew what I was saying was true and it turned you on.</p><p>“Stand up and take your pants off,” I said.</p><p>You looked genuinely surprised at the command but you were more than happy to stand and take off your pants.</p><p>“Your dick looks even smaller when you’re naked. That’s incredible,” I said as I stared at your genuinely unimpressive cock.</p><p>You looked embarrassed but your erection hadn’t subsided one bit.</p><p>I bent over and picked up my semi-sheer panties. “Put these on,” I said. “Wear them home. Show them to your wife. Tell her you met a woman that helped you find something beautiful for her to wear for her bull. Tell her that you’re sorry for being so worthless in bed for so many years. Tell her that you put these panties on as a way of showing that you accept what kind of man you are. Tell her that you know you don’t deserve to fuck her anymore and that you wouldn’t blame her for never letting you in her pussy again.”</p><p>You tentatively reached out and took the panties. You slowly stepped into them and pulled them up your legs. You tucked your stiff little dick into the sheer material and I smiled.</p><p>“That’s better,” I said. “That’s how a cuckold like you should dress. You should be proud to wear panties, too. They’re so much more appropriate for a dick like yours. Don’t you think?”</p><p>You nodded. “Thank you,” you said as you looked at the floor.</p><p>I reached back to unhook the bra, freeing my breasts and drawing your gaze to them. I let you stare as a small reward for being a good boy and putting my panties on.</p><p>“Is it difficult to know that all you’ll ever be worthy of is looking at my tits? Is it painful to know that I would never, ever let a man like you touch my breasts?” I asked.</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>I pulled the panties down and slipped two fingers into my pussy. They emerged soaked in my juices and I held them up.</p><p>“Is it nice to know that humiliating a cuckold like you turns me on?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, it is,” you replied.</p><p>“Make sure you tell your wife that. Tell her you crave humiliation. Tell her that it helps you embrace your place. Tell her that it turns you on, that you’d love it if both her and her bull humiliated you,” I said.</p><p>“I will, Becca,” you said.</p><p>“Put your pants back on,” I said.</p><p>I removed the garter belt and changed back into my clothes with the exception of my panties. We left the dressing room and picked out a fresh lingerie set in your wife’s size. We went to the register together.</p><p>“He’s buying this for his wife,” I said to the girl at the checkout counter. “She’s been cuckolding him for a month and she sent him out to buy something sexy for her to wear for the man that’s been satisfying her.”</p><p>The girl smiled and quickly looked you over. The look in her eyes seemed to communicate that she understood why a woman would cuckold you.</p><p>“He likes to watch,” I said. “He’ll be watching tonight, in fact. His wife will put on that lingerie and seduce another man while he plays with himself and watches like a good little cuckold.”</p><p>The girl stifled a giggle as she rang you up.</p><p>You offered your credit card to buy the lingerie your wife would fuck another man in. She wrapped everything in tissue paper and slipped it into a pink bag.</p><p>“Have a good night, sir,” she said.</p><p>I gave you a quick pat on the ass and said, “Make sure you do what I told you. Don’t you dare take those panties off before you show your wife. Make sure you’re honest with her. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes. I understand,” you replied.</p><p>“Have a good night,” I said with a smile.</p>