Our Peculiar Life

This is a sequel to my story 'Our Peculiar Relationship'. I suggest you read that one first before continuing.

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It didn't take me long to come to the startling realization that I was not in any way in a normal relationship with Sofia. In fact, it was downright peculiar. Everything about our dynamic was strange. In time, I soon realized that I was indeed a pussy free cuckold and that I was very much in a female led relationship.

As soon as I accepted my fate, everything became easier for the both of us. Our lives soon became entangled and shortly thereafter, she made the decision that I would be moving in with her.... or rather, she'd be moving in with me and would ultimately be claiming my house as 'our' house.

She quickly went about, restyling and redesigning everything about my home. It quickly morphed from a modest bachelor pad, to a homely Hamptons styled condo. I recall coming home after a long day of work, struggling to come to grips with what she'd done to my house. Of course, she'd thrown out the vast majority of my belongings simply because it didn't really fit in with her 'vision' of what our home should be. Since I was 17, I'd been collecting rare dvd's and vhs tapes. Sofia declared that it was absurd to collect something so utterly pointless, given the fact that almost everything could be streamed online... and so, all into the bin they went.

My star wars figurines met the same fate, as did my framed movie posters and the vast majority of my clothes. In the end, I didn't recognize my home. Sensing my angst, Sofia came up close to me and began to chew on my earlobe, this pretty much turned me into putty, "isn't it nice babydoll? Our new life together. I'm so excited," she said, hoarsely in my ear, "thank you for letting me take charge. I think you need a reward for your patience and understanding. How does that sound?" she looked back at me, batting her eyes at me as a wide eyed grin washed over her. She knew how to bend me to her whim. All it took was the false promise of sex.

I'm sure it amused her, knowing that in the back of my mind, I still clung to hope that she'd let me have conventional sex with her, just like the way Brad does.

Minutes later, within the walls of our newly painted living room, all that could be heard were the sounds of her muffled laughter and the occasional amused gasp. Sofia sat on her plush grey and blue recliner, her legs folded as she clasped a tumbler half full of wine. "Put your back into it," she said behind an amused yet sadistic smile, her manicured fingernails gently tapped her glass, perhaps as another way to taunt me.

I was putting on a show, for her... under her terms, under her watchful eye. I, was completely naked, glistening in sweat, my whole body had a slick sheen as I flailed about on the hardwood floor, humping a sofa cushion. 'Sex' for me, would mean fucking a cushion on the floor while she watched. I could tell that I was satisfying her, on some level. She was at least amused.

"Put that little toy to work!" she joked as I picked up the pace, "imagine you're a big boy and it's me you're fucking!" she mimicked an orgasm as I ploughed the pillow harder, faster, faster, faster.

"oh yeah! That's the spot! Ungh!" she teased, mockingly faking an orgasm to further taunt me.

Her teasing, her laughter and her taunting was all it took to send me well over the edge. All too suddenly, my whole body spazamed as I came, practically having a mini seizure on the cushion. All the while, Sofia laughed and laughed at my pathetic little display as I heaved, panted and groaned, letting out a satisfied wail and grimace in the process. My entire body twitched as I flailed about on the floor, gasping for air as I felt my entire world shake. "Ngh! Mfph!!" I couldn't even put together a sentence, I was so in shock and out of breath as I held myself on the floor, pausing as I involuntarily shuddered before her.

As post nut clarity sunk in, I felt every little bit useless and pathetic. This was of course heightened by the fact that she continued to howl with laughter as I rolled off the wet sticky cushion. I looked up at her with desperate eyes as she rose from the couch, adjusting her skirt, pulling it down below her knees.

"You're always good for a laugh, babydoll," she said as she picked up the cushion and placed it back on the couch. "That's your special cushion, I want you to take extra special care of it," she smiled at me as I lay there on the floor with my mouth agape, "I want you to think of it as almost your girlfriend. Let's call her Amelia.... You'll be fucking her a lot," she let out another chuckle, almost sadistic in nature.

"Umm... I will?" I responded, still in shock.

"It's only fair," she smiled at me, "I have my lover... and you have yours," she arched her eyebrows at me, perhaps to further taunt me, "It's the only way you'll ever get your cookies.... since masturbation is prohibited for you," she smiled at me, an almost sadistic smile as I looked up at her, struggling to come to grips with this new revelation, this odd new rule of hers which not only seemed odd, but also mind-numbingly cruel. With that, she turned and headed up the stairs to our bedroom, leaving me all alone to reflect. This was our life, our dynamic and how our relationship would be moving forward.

I heard the shower running which was enough motivation for me to rise up from the floor and made my way into bed, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of her naked body. Almost forty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a pink and red nightgown. She shot me a cheeky grin as she took her place beside me. I shifted in my spot, perplexed and perhaps a little on edge, expecting some type of attention.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.

"Huh?" was all I could say in response.

She rolled her eyes at me as she proceeded to lather up her hands in lotion, "where's Amelia?"

"Amelia?" I asked, still not quite getting it.

She arched her eyebrows at me as it quickly sunk in. She expected me to fetch my cushion, the cushion I'd ejaculated on, almost an hour prior. She wanted me to sleep with it. The whole thing felt odd, juvenile and even a little silly. But, I also knew it was part of her game and I was more than happy to comply. So, I quickly rose from the bed, hobbled into the living room where I picked up my soiled cushion and brought it back to bed. I smiled at her, almost awkwardly as I lay on the bed beside her, clutching my dirty cushion as if it were a teddy bear.

"Nope!" she declared out loud.

"What? What do you mean?" I responded, not quite getting it.

She was quick to yank my pillow from underneath my head and aptly threw it across the room. Her eyes met mine with another cheeky grin. It was then that I realized I'd be essentially sleeping on my ejaculate that night. I also knew what was expected of me, she'd expected to see the crusty substance on my face the following morning. I let out a deep sigh as I placed the cushion in position, before putting my face on the damp wet patch.

Sofia howled with laughter before she reached over to the nightstand, switching the lights off.

Our first evening living together and not only had I fucked a cushion in front of her, I was also forced to sleep on my cum. Needless to say, this pretty much set the tone of our peculiar relationship moving forward. Things intensified the following morning when I awoke to her snickers and chuckling. The cushion was indeed stuck to my face. As I peeled it off, she roared with laughter.

"Babydoll," she began, trying to compose herself, "you're so good for a laugh!" she teased, "I'm having a shower... you and Amelia are welcome to have more urmmm.....'alone time'... if you like," she chuckled out loud as I lay there, with dried cum on my face, my checks turning beet red as a new deep level of embarrassment washed over me.

Much later, I stood under the hot shower as steam engulfed the bathroom. As I shampooed my hair, lost in my own world, my mind wondered back, way back, to what led me into this particular way of life, how I ended up with a goddess who constantly cheated on me. Someone who undoubtedly had always denied me sex and had essentially turned me into a pussy free cuckold. I was brought back to reality when the water temperature suddenly plummeted to subzero temperatures. In shock, I let out a high pitched squeal and quickly leaped out of the shower. Sofia stood before me, a cheeky devilish grin plastered on her face, "cold showers only!" she teased.

"Since when?" I asked, trembling.

"Since I decided two seconds ago. You don't deserve that luxury!" her eyes peered down to my privates as she let out an over-exaggerated scoff, clearly finding amusement in my appearance. "aww.... Oh no! Its disappeared!" she joked.

In shock, I too looked down: my peter had indeed retreated inside of my body, only a pale little nubbin protruding out of my shiny bald pubic mound. Since she declared I was not a masculine man where it counted, she'd insisted I remain permanently hairless. Imagine my embarrassment, months prior, when she'd actually dragged me along to a beauty salon on the other side of town, where a close friend of hers proceeded to give me a lazer manzillian. It was not only embarrassing, being exposed and on display with my legs spread wide apart, it was also excruciatingly painful. Lazer hair removal on your delicate bits and pieces is no walk in the park. I actually lay there with my legs in stirrups as I heaved, screamed and wailed in agony for close to an hour. When it was over, I was smooth and completely hairless... permanently. My Sofia had succeeded in making my genitals appear even more pathetic than they already were. I looked prepubescent now, even when I'd managed to sprout a little boner.

So, I stood before her under the cold shower, trembling and shaking as my bald nubbin continued to retract further inside of my wet cold body. "Go on! Finish up!" she said, playfully.

She swayed back and forth with a cheeky grin. I took a deep inhale as I continued to wash myself under her watchful eye. I was quick about it too, desperate to get it over and done with. Cold showers did indeed become a part of my daily morning routine and quite often, she'd stand there, with that grin taking it all in, her eyes transfixed on what dangled between my legs. In fact, she'd always go out of her way to draw attention to the fact that I was lacking where it certainly mattered. It was all part of her game and from time to time, she'd take out her phone and record me in my most unflattering state, all for the sole purpose of tormenting me, "I want my friends to see you like this," she'd often say with a satisfied smirk as she zoomed in on my shrunken little pink nub, which very much resembled a AAA battery, "they won't believe it otherwise."

I recall one evening in particular, Sofia had some of her friends over for a movie night. Imagine my shock and angst, coming home after a long day at work, walking right into the middle of what very much felt like a ladies room. I was pretty much surrounded by eight statuesque goddesses, who had all been close friends with Sofia since high school. Of course, I was encouraged to stay, encouraged to join them. Imagine my embarrassment when Sofia actually played several short video's of me, standing nude in my most unflattering state. All eyes fell on me as I sat there, mortifyingly embarrassed as they all laughed their asses off at me, no doubt making comparisons to the other men in their lives who I'm sure were all far more endowed than me. I of course feigned laughter, struggling to save face as they all took turns mocking and teasing me for the remainder of the evening.

Later that night, once they all left, Sofia held me tightly and gave me a deep kiss, "Did I go too far?" she asked, practically batting her eyes at me.

"Urr.. no, it was okay," I looked back at her as a warm feeling washed over me. God, she was beautiful and she was mine, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be able to call this goddess before me, my girlfriend. "It was fun," I admitted, on some level actually enjoying the teasing and light humiliation.

I actually convinced myself that in time, we would eventually become a normal couple and would have a normal adult relationship. I was a fool to think that I could change her, but as time progressed, I came to the realization that I yearned for this way of life. I liked being at her mercy. I liked being teased. I liked being denied and of course, I liked it when she cheated on me. Although, I wouldn't really call it 'cheating', since I was not only aware of her infidelities, but also supportive of it. I told her that I wanted her to be happy, to do as she pleased, all I asked for in return was total transparency.... And I got it.

She was overwhelmingly open and honest when me, so much so, to the point where it often drove me to insanity. She'd recount sexual exploits, encounters and trysts with me, almost as though I were a girlfriend. When she noticed me looking pent up or frazzled, she'd encourage me to fuck Amelia while she watched and quite often, record with her phone. All the while, she'd mock, tease and ridicule me. In the end, I soon came to crave her humiliation, her attention and became addicted to her dominant nature. It actually awoke something deep inside me.

Needless to say, hearing her recount tales of recent sexual encounters drove me insane with jealousy. Not too long after we moved in together, she went away on a 'girl's weekend' to the coast, leaving me all alone in our newly furnished condo. I was told that I could fuck Amelia as often as I liked under the condition I send her photos of her dripping with my cum. At midday on the Saturday, she text me with a message that read, 'Brad joined us. I just went down on him while Cassie watched. After that, he fucked the both of us.' I couldn't believe what I'd read and it was enough to drive me to insanity. Brad! Fucking Brad! I was so jealous of the guy, living out every man's fantasy. Yes, Sofia was a goddess but Cassie resembled a bikini model who always seemed to be glistening in sweat, somehow always 'shiny'. Now, he got to fuck them both, no doubt with vivacious passion and athleticism, leaving them both heaving, panting, gasping for more. I was so jealous and anxious that I actually began to see stars. All too suddenly, overwhelmed and perplexed, I grabbed Amelia, my fuck cushion, stripped down and humped it until I made an icky sticky wet mess.

Grabbing my phone I took a photo and hit send.

Almost immediately, Sofia responded with a laughing emoji.

This unlocked a whole new level of deep humiliation for me and completely left me feeling every little bit pathetic, useless and lost. 'What man would do this? What man would allow a woman to treat him this way? No wonder she doesn't respect you! No wonder she doesn't fuck you. No wonder you're at home, fucking a dirty pillow while she fucks some hung stud in paradise.' As this was going through my mind, she sent through another text, 'I love you'.

Weeks later, we were having breakfast together when she declared out of the blue, "Brad's coming over tonight."

I looked back at her, confused and suddenly terrified.

"I'd like you to meet him," she added.

"Really? Uhh.... I umm....," my mind wondered, not quite knowing how to respond. I didn't really think Brad would become a permanent fixture in her life. I assumed it was just a casual thing. I suppose this set off alarm bells, especially when she called him her 'other boyfriend'. I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. "But I thought that, he was just, urm..." my voice trailed off as she stared back at me.

"I just figured, you two should meet," she paused for effect, "he's not going anywhere anytime soon. It's best that you accept it."

It dawned on me that he wasn't just her lover, but someone she'd made a deep connection with. It was also clear to me that I'd have to share her with the guy. In my heightened sense of jealousy, I simply couldn't think straight. My mind began to wonder, thinking about what liberties I was denied in order to favor the infamous Brad. He was apparently a gifted lover, apparently athletic, arrogant and hung. He got to fuck her stupid and I got nothing. I got to fuck a dirty cushion. As this was going through my mind, Sofia placed her manicured hand on the front of my trousers, gently applying pressure. It was enough to bring me back to reality, especially when I began to swell under to palm.

"You and I have a special kind of love babydoll, nothing can replace what you and I have. You understand? Don't you?" she asked, batting her eyes at me.

"Uh-huh," I said in response, softly.

Reacting to my hardness, she snickered before meeting my gaze, "awww babydoll!" she teased with a sympathetic smile, "Princess Penelope is starting to get a little stiff!"

I grimaced, red faced in embarrassment. Princess Penelope was what she called my penis on occasion. It was perhaps the most humiliating and emasculating name a woman could call a man's member. I sat there, trying hard to catch my breath, gobsmacked. Despite the embarrassment I was feeling, I was also more than aroused, almost ready to burst! She was actually touching me in my special place! Gently rubbing and applying pressure, "urhh... I am, umm... oh god, ngh... I'm totally hard right now!" I exclaimed, trying hard to catch my breath, anticipating some type of sexual attention, something further, something I rarely got from her.

"Aww babydoll!" she teased some more, suppressing laughter, "I know you're proud of this pink little toy of yours but.... I don't think it ever really gets completely hard. Not like a real man!" she said, meeting my gaze once more, "this isn't 'rock' hard" she added, giving my member a slight squeeze through my trousers. I knew it was part of her game and she was just playfully teasing me, but it stung on some level, especially due to the fact that I was harder than a Chinese arithmetic in that moment. "You're always just a little bit limpy, just a bit..." she chuckled before continuing, "you don't get 'all the way' hard like a normal adult male, you're always just..., " her eyes met mine with a mock pout, "you're just kinda softish, poor widdle limpy Princess Penelope.... You can't play like the other big boys! You're just...physically incapable of actual penetrative sex.... But, you know that though? Don't you?" she said, applying even more pressure. I looked up at her, dumbfounded as she intensified her efforts, rubbing my hard-on with vigor, "uh-huh" was all I could respond with as I felt it building, developing in my loins, "your manhood isn't very manly," she stated, looking back down at the lump between my legs, almost with mock sadness.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she released me completely and sat back, looking me over with a sly smirk. I heaved and panted, on the very edge, wincing in extreme frustration. "Why don't you and Amelia have some 'alone time'? It might make you feel better," she said with a straight face.

That damned cushion. I didn't want to fuck the cushion. I looked back up at her, crestfallen, gob smacked and a little hurt. "Urmm....." I looked down at my hard-on, conceding defeat, "okay. Thank you," I said softly, meekly, "that's very kind of you...."

Meeting Sofia's well-endowed lover was rather peculiar and somewhat surreal. I never imagined I'd ever be in that particular type of situation. Needless to say, the entire day leading up to it, I was a frazzled anxious mess, despite having made love to Amelia on more than one occasion. My having a release, as pent up as I was, did not do anything in anyway to curb my anxieties. In fact, it seemed to further drive home the fact that I was not worthy of Sofia's intimacy, that I was an inferior male specimen and somehow, meeting the guy who was fortunate enough to get those privileges seemed to highlight just how pathetic I was. Nothing could be more un-masculine, more submissive, more useless than allowing this way of life. Having been pussy free for such a long time, I convinced myself that having the privilege of at least watching them in the throes of passion, would be the closest thing I could experience to actually having sex with her.