Saturday night and Mistress had excited butterflies. She'd had them all week but tonight they were on a different level. All week she had been waiting for tonight, discussing every eventuality and scenario with me, and at last, it was here, date night, as she called it.
But this was unlike any other date. 2 weeks prior she had struck up an instant chemistry with another man she had met at work. He was a bull of a man, and he was coming round with the explicit reason to cuckold me. This was something Mistress had been building me towards and looking forward to for a long time. Ever since we first got together a year ago, she had been grooming me for this moment.
I have always loved it when Mistress flirts with other men when we are out, but I was still not sure that I was ready for this, and that this is something I wanted, but this was something she wanted and I couldn't refuse her. She is my lover and my Mistress and I am here to please and obey her in any way she sees fit.
There are reasons why Mistress has led us down this path and I suppose it's my own fault in a way. I crave certain things sexually and these all point to me being cuckolded. I crave being humiliated, I love the feeling of her telling me how useless I am, and that my dick is pointless and tiny, which is why she now has me caged. I was the one who asked her to put my cock in a cage in the first place to see what it was like and now she prefers me to use my hands, mouth and a strap on dildo instead of my caged little clitty as she calls it. She only lets me out once or twice a month, and even then I'm not allowed to cum. We've also been to a few sex clubs and Mistress has seen how much I love to watch people have sex and suggested why don't I watch her too. So as I say, maybe this is what I want too.
7 pm came and the doorbell rang, my stomach flipped as this was now a reality and there was no turning back.