<p>The Adventures of Mistress Becca is a chance for me to explore the pleasures of digging into my dominant side by dominating you, the reader, in a first person story.</p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=adventures%20mistress%20becca"><strong>Click here</strong></a> to read the previous adventures.</p><p><img data-media-id="102370429" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>“Do you understand why you’re here?” I asked. We were seated next to each other in a booth in a high end lounge known for attracting some of the most eligible men and women in the city. It was a perfect place to help your wife find a man to introduce her to the wonders of cuckolding her husband.</p><p>“Yes,” you said as we both watched your beautiful wife take a seat at the bar. I’d just sent her off to begin her search for a man that would provide her with the sort of sexual pleasure that you’d routinely failed to offer throughout your marriage.</p><p>I leaned closer and put a hand on your thigh. “Tell me,” I whispered. “Why are you here? Why are you sitting here with me as your beautiful wife sits at the bar?”</p><p>You took a deep breath and said, “I’m here because my wife deserves great sex. She deserves to be fucked by a man that can give her the sort of orgasm she craves. I’m here to help her find that man. I’m here to watch what happens when my wife meets that sort of man.”</p><p>“Are you not that sort of man?” I asked as we watched a tall, dark-haired man in an expensive suit sit next to your wife. He offered up an introductory line and not long after gestured to the bartender. It seemed that your wife had accepted his offer to buy her a drink.</p><p>“No,” you said. “I’m not that sort of man. I’ve never been that sort of man. I’ve always known that.”</p><p>I reached between your legs and grasped your disappointingly small half-hard dick. “You know that this isn’t the sort of cock that can satisfy a woman, don’t you?” I asked.</p><p>You tensed up as I played with your dick and answered, “I do.”</p><p>I leaned close enough that you could feel my breath on your neck as I asked, “When did you learn that you can’t satisfy your wife?”</p><p>The guy talking to your wife leaned in and put his hand on her leg for just a moment. She turned and smiled at him.</p><p>“I…when she told me,” you answered. “She told me our sex life wasn’t fulfilling anymore. She told me we needed to fix it for her to be happy.”</p><p>“What else did she tell you?” I asked.</p><p>“She told me…she…she told me she’d faked her orgasms for years,” you explained. “She told me that the sexual spark wasn’t there anymore. She told me…she told me I wasn’t good enough, that she needed so much more than I could give her.”</p><p>Once again your wife leaned closer to the guy talking to her. She brushed her hair back and laughed. She reached out to touch his arm. She was flirting with him, and flirting hard. She was making it perfectly clear that she was available, that if he played his cards right she’d likely end up with his cock inside her before the night was over.</p><p>“How did that make you feel?” I asked as I continued to massage your disappointing cock through your slacks.</p><p>“It turned me on,” you answered.</p><p>I pulled my hand from between your legs and laughed. “That’s what started all of this, isn’t it? Your little dick got hard when your wife told you just how disappointing you were.”</p><p>“Yes,” you admitted. “Now, thanks to you, she’s going to fuck someone else.” There was a hint of annoyance, perhaps even anger, in your voice.</p><p>I reached between your legs and grabbed your cock hard enough for it to hurt. You winced and reached down to try and loosen my grip, but it tightened. “Put your fucking hands on the table, cuckold,” I hissed. You did as you were told. “We both know you’re the reason your wife is going to fuck someone else tonight. We both know you’re the one that failed her. We both know that you failed to recognize your wife’s unhappiness. Now it’s too late. She’s decided she can do better, and the moment you got stiff when she implied that you’re a miserable failure in bed, you sealed your fate. You proved to your wife that you’re not worthy of her. You proved that you’re better off as her submissive cuckold, which is why she got in touch with me.”</p><p>“I’m sorry,” you said. “I know you’re right, and I’m sorry.”</p><p>I released your cock and you breathed a sigh of relief. You looked towards the bar once more and saw that the man talking to your wife was now caressing her leg. Her dress had ridden up a little, exposing more of her bare skin and he seemed to be taking advantage. The conversation still seemed casual, but it was obvious she thoroughly enjoyed his touch.</p><p>“I will take responsibility for making your cuckolding happen a lot sooner than it otherwise would have, though,” I said. “But I think we both know that without my help, there’s a decent chance your wife would have divorced you instead of finding a way for both of you to get what you want.”</p><p>You stared at your wife and the man she was happily flirting with and said, “I know. It’s painful to think about, but I know.”</p><p>“It doesn’t have to be painful,” I replied. “There’s little point in fighting against reality. You can’t win that battle. In your case, the reality is that you’ve never really been able to satisfy your wife. You used to be better, but now you’ve gotten older, you’ve let yourself go just a little, and you can’t come close to giving her what she needs. It’s also your reality that being cuckolded turns you on. You can act like it doesn’t, like it’s the most painful experience you’ve ever had, but we both know that’s not the case. I know your dick would be hard as a rock right now whether or not I played with it. I know that watching another man caress your wife’s leg would be more than enough to get you hard.”</p><p>The man flirting with your wife leaned closer. She turned to face him. She smiled. For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes. Then he moved in for a kiss. She leaned in to meet his lips. You unleashed a quiet moan. It was a moment of pleasure and pain for you.</p><p>“This is what you deserve,” I whispered. “A man that can’t see to his wife’s sexual needs deserves to watch her kiss someone else. He deserves to see her lust for another man blossom. He deserves to sit and watch like a good cuckold as she parts her lips and welcomes another man’s tongue into her mouth, just like she’s going to welcome his cock into her mouth before the night is over.”</p><p>You shifted in your seat as if you were embarrassed by the throbbing erection making a tent in your pants. I smiled at your discomfort.</p><p>“Do you want your wife to fuck him?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you answered. “But also no. I don’t know what I want.”</p><p>The kiss ended. Your wife smiled in that giddy way a woman tends to do when she’s just enjoyed an exceptionally good kiss.</p><p>“You know what you want,” I said. “Because you know what you are. You’ve always known what you are. There’s no point in hiding that anymore. It’s time to admit that your wife freed you that night when she told you that you weren’t good enough. She freed you of the burden of ensuring her sexual pleasure. She freed you to embrace who and what you really are.”</p><p>Your wife slid off the bar stool and picked up her drink. The man she was flirting with did so too.</p><p>“Tell me what you are,” I demanded.</p><p>You watched him pull her close. They shared a kiss, this one far more passionate than the last. It bordered on inappropriate for a public place, though no one paid much attention. We were in the sort of bar where people made the kinds of connections your wife had made with her new man.</p><p>“I’m a cuckold,” you said as you watched your wife’s mouth open to welcome his tongue once more. His hand moved to her ass and she pressed her pelvis into his crotch. “My wife deserves to fuck him. She deserves to fuck someone better than me. She deserves to fuck someone that can give her the pleasure she craves.”</p><p>The kiss ended and your wife took her new man’s hand and walked towards our booth. She smiled and sat across from us. He joined her.</p><p>Your wife smiled at me and said, “He’s perfect.”</p><p>“I’m glad you approve,” I replied.</p><p>You looked at your wife and then at me. “You…this wasn’t random? You set this up?” you asked.</p><p>“Of course I did,” I replied. “Your wife asked me for help, and not just in convincing you of your place. She asked me to help her find the right man for the job. She didn’t want to spend months searching. She didn’t want to deal with all the flakes and losers that crop up when a beautiful woman expresses a desire to have great sex. She wanted to find someone that was light years better than her husband, someone that would put you to shame, someone that would fuck her so well she would temporarily forget you even existed. I helped her find that someone. I helped her find Matt.”</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to meet you, cuckold,” Matt said.</p><p>He didn’t offer a handshake. Instead, he put his arm around your wife and pulled her close. She turned to him and they shared a kiss. A deeply sensual kiss. In the relative darkness of our booth he felt safe to reach into her dress and play with her tits. She moaned into his mouth in response. He offered his tongue and she sucked on it like she was giving him head. In a way, she was taunting you, but she was also letting loose and embracing the deep, overwhelming desire she felt for the kind of man that could ignite her passion with little more than a kiss. A man like that could surely offer her the kind of sex she’d spent years longing for.</p><p>“Can you see her desire, cuckold?” I asked.</p><p>Your gaze was fixed on his hand as it moved inside your wife’s dress. You watched him play with her breasts in public. You watched her welcome his touch.</p><p>“Yes,” you said.</p><p>“Do you want him to fuck your wife?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you replied.</p><p>“Because she deserves a better man, right?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you answered. “She deserves someone better than me.”</p><p>“Good,” I said. “Why don’t we all go to Matt’s hotel room, then?”</p><p>Matt pulled his hand from your wife’s dress and she looked across the table at the both of us. “It would be my pleasure,” she said.</p><p>We left the bar, walked to the luxury hotel across the street, and rode the elevator to Matt’s room. You and I sat on the couch while Matt and your wife quickly resumed the foreplay session she’d begun in the bar.</p><p>Your wife happily unzipped her dress and Matt pushed it to the floor and pulled her close. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard while she unzipped his pants and reached inside to pull out a cock that dwarfed yours.</p><p>“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted someone like you,” she said.</p><p>Matt smiled and kissed her. She stroked his cock and sucked on his tongue once more. She was giving him a little preview of what was about to come.</p><p>“It’s about to happen,” I said as I reached over and caressed your leg. “Your wife is about to cuckold you. She’s about to fuck another man. She’s about to change your marriage. What you’ve fantasized about for so long is about to come reality. You’re about to become the man you’ve always been.”</p><p>Your wife sank to her knees in front of Matt. She swiftly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. She wrapped her lips around his cock and offered him the kind of blowjob a woman gives to a man she wants to drive absolutely mad with desire.</p><p>“She doesn’t suck your cock like that, does she cuckold?” I asked.</p><p>“She doesn’t suck my cock at all,” you answered.</p><p>“You know that’s because you don’t deserve to get your cock sucked, right?” I asked. “Your dick disappoints your wife, whereas his is going to make her cum harder than she’s cum in a long time. Your dick dries her pussy, whereas his already has her soaked. You understand that, right?”</p><p>You nodded. I could see the pain and pleasure on your face. Your cuckold fantasy was happening too fast, but there was no stopping it now. It was happening whether you wanted it or not. You were going to live out your desires in real time.</p><p>“Your dick is hard,” I said.</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“Is that because you want to watch him fuck your wife?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes,” you answered as your eyes remained fixed on the blowjob your wife was giving.</p><p>“Too bad,” I said. “You don’t deserve that pleasure. You’re such a fucking disappointment as a husband that you’ll have to wait for the joy of watching another man fuck your wife. You’re going to get on your knees and eat my pussy while he fucks her. I’m going to watch and you’re going to listen. If you turn your head even once I’ll slap you so hard you’ll have a bruise on your face. Then I’ll strip you naked and kick you out of this room. You’ll roam the halls of this hotel stark naked until someone calls security and you get arrested for being a small-dicked pervert. Do you understand?”</p><p>It looked like you briefly considered fighting, but you thought better of it. You sank to your knees and I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs.</p><p>“That’s a good boy,” I said. “You’ll have to get used to doing as you’re told. I’ve been teaching your wife how to take control of your marriage. You’re going to follow her rules from now on. You’ll find that there won’t be many decisions for you to make anymore. You’ll simply do as your told, and if you don’t, you’ll be punished. Now eat my pussy.”</p><p>I pulled my panties aside, grabbed a handful of your hair, and pulled your head between my legs.</p><p>“It turns me on when you talk to him like that,” your wife said as she looked over with her fingers wrapped around Matt’s thick cock.</p><p>“Good,” I replied. “Because it turns him on too. He likes being told what to do. He likes it when you show him his place. He likes it when you humiliate him. Feel free to do it as often as you like, and remember that it’s even more effective if it’s been a long time since you let him cum.”</p><p>Your wife smiled and took Matt’s cock into her mouth again. She blew him with renewed vigor, as if she was turned on at the idea of taking a far deeper level of control of your marriage.</p><p>“I need to fuck you,” Matt said after a few more minutes of passionate fellatio. “I need to feel that tight pussy of yours.”</p><p>Your wife stood and looked at me as Matt pulled down her panties and unhooked her bra. She mouthed the words ‘Thank you’ and I mouthed the words ‘You’re welcome’ before Matt picked her up and placed her in the bed.</p><p>“Fuck me,” your wife said. “Take my pussy. Take it bareback. Fuck me and cum inside me while my husband eats someone else’s pussy. Fuck his wife and cum inside her. Fuck his wife’s pussy and take ownership of it. Cum inside me and I’ll make him eat your fucking load out of me.”</p><p>Your tongue slowed in its mission to pleasure me and I pulled hard on your hair. You were understandably distracted by the idea of yet another one of your fantasies becoming an instant reality. You’d dreamed of cleaning another man’s creampie from your wife’s pussy, but the idea of doing it after your first cuckolding was scary.</p><p>Your wife moaned. “He’s inside her,” I said. “He’s taking her slowly. Her pussy is tight. She needs a little time to get used to someone with a real cock. Your sad little dick doesn’t really give her pussy much of a workout, does it?”</p><p>Your wife had a look of ecstasy on her face. A look of the purest pleasure a woman can experience. A look of her needs being met after an impossibly long time.</p><p>“Fuck me,” she said as Matt began to slide in and out of her tight cunt. “Fuck me harder, Matt. Give me your big cock. Give it to me.”</p><p>Matt gave your wife what she needed. I could feel your desire to turn you head and watch, even if all you got was a little peak. Your fantasy was playing out just behind you and all you could do was listen. That was punishment, though. That was your penance for being such a disappointment as a husband for so long. You had to worship my pussy while ecstasy played out across your wife’s face.</p><p>“Oh, fuck!” your wife screamed after just a few minutes of fucking. “I’m fucking cumming!”</p><p>“She looks beautiful,” I said. “I imagine you’ve never seen her like this, cuckold. I imagine you’ve never fucked her like Matt is fucking her. I imagine she now understands that you’ve always been a disappointment, that she understands that the sex between you has always been bad, even when she thought it was good.”</p><p>“Yes, yes, yes!” your wife moaned. He’d given her the kind of long-lasting orgasm that makes a woman’s toes curl. It was exactly the kind of orgasm I’d said I’d help her have.</p><p>Your wife got on top not long after. She rode Matt hard. She worked him with her pussy, like a woman possessed. She was determined to give him the kind of orgasm he’d just given her. She wanted to repay the favor, to give him the pleasure he deserved.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” she said. “Please, Matt, cum inside me. Cum in my pussy. Cum in my tight, married pussy. Fucking flood my cunt so I can make my husband eat it.”</p><p>“Do you hear her, cuckold?” I asked. “Do you hear how badly your wife wants to feed you another man’s load? She’s going to show you your place. She’s going to show you where you belong. She’s going to make the hierarchy clear. You’re a fucking cuckold. You do as you’re told. You cum when she tells you. You eat cum when she tells you. You always embrace your place.”</p><p>“I’m cumming!” Matt cried out. Pleasure washed over his face as he unleashed his load in your wife’s pussy. He filled her with spurt after spurt of thick cum. He filled her with the load that would soon be inside you.</p><p>“Thank you,” your wife said as she leaned down to kiss him.</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” he replied.</p><p>“Will you stay for another round?” she asked.</p><p>“I’ll stay as long as you want,” Matt said.</p><p>Your wife kissed him again and then looked towards you. “Get on your back, cuckold. Right now. On your back on the fucking floor.”</p><p>I released your hair and you moved to your back. Your wife lifted her pussy from Matt’s cock and walked towards you. She straddled your head and looked down at you.</p><p>“I’m in charge now,” she said. “You’re going to do as you’re told or I will punish you and I will not be merciful. Do you understand?”</p><p>You nodded.</p><p>“Good. Now I’m going to feed you Matt’s cum. You’re going to show me that you understand your place by drinking his fucking load from my pussy. Do you understand?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, I understand,” you said.</p><p>“Open up,” she demanded.</p><p>You opened your mouth and your wife sat on your face. Your eyes went wide as the first dollop of cum hit your tongue.</p><p>“Swallow it, cuckold,” she said. “I don’t give a fuck if it tastes bad. Swallow his fucking load. Embrace your place. Show me that you understand that I’m in charge. Swallow his load like a good little cuckold.”</p><p>You swallowed. She fed you more. You ate it all. You embraced your place as a cuckold. When she was done with you, your wife stood and returned to the bed. You returned to your place between my legs and made me cum with that talented tongue of yours.</p><p>Once you’d finished, your wife beckoned you to the bed so you could suck Matt’s cock. That wasn’t part of your fantasy, but she was far past giving a damn about what you wanted. You sucked his cock. Of course you did. You sucked his balls too. You accepted your place. You became your wife’s cuckold that night and you did so happily.</p>