EPISODE 6: “Hers, Completely”
In the end, it wasn’t about humiliation. It was about purpose.
A life where she dominates… and he loves her for it.
It had been months since she took control.
Months since I had last touched her body — but every day, I worshipped her soul.
She didn’t just own me…
She gave me a reason to exist.
Her Bull was still part of our life — strong, confident, masculine.
But he was only her lover.
Not her heart.
That belonged to me — her loyal, devoted cuckold.
The man who cooked her meals, washed her lingerie, kissed her heels, and bowed at her beauty.
“No one serves like you,” she whispered one night, standing over me in silk and lace.
“He fucks me.
But you worship me.
And I need both.”
That night, she let me watch.
Not from the corner.
Not from outside the door.
But right at the edge of the bed — leashed, caged, trembling.
Her Bull pounded her body.
But her eyes?
They never left mine.
“You see this?” she moaned.
“This is your Queen being worshipped like a goddess.
But only you get to stay when he leaves.”
When it was over, he kissed her and left like always.
She lay back on the bed, her skin glowing, her body marked with passion.
Then she pointed to the sheets.
“Clean me.”
I crawled between her legs and obeyed — licking away the proof of her pleasure, moaning into her warmth, feeling whole with every breath of her scent.
She giggled, running her fingers through my hair.
“You’re so loyal… so broken… and so mine.”
And then came the moment that shattered me.
She pulled me into her arms.
Held me tight.
And whispered…
“I don’t want a normal marriage.
I don’t want boring kisses, soft words, or fake romance.
I want this — raw, real, ruthless love.
You at my feet.
Me in your heart.
Forever.”
That night, we didn’t sleep apart.
She let me lie in her bed, head on her thighs, her scent still fresh.
She kissed my forehead —
“Good boy.”
And I cried. Happy. Helpless. Hers.
And so we lived…
She ruled.
I served.
She loved in power.
I loved in submission.
Not just a Mistress and a cuck.
But two souls twisted together — in a world only we understood.
A love story not written in vows…
But in obedience, devotion, and a leash that led straight to my heart.
Forever.
In the end, it wasn’t about humiliation. It was about purpose.
A life where she dominates… and he loves her for it.
It had been months since she took control.
Months since I had last touched her body — but every day, I worshipped her soul.
She didn’t just own me…
She gave me a reason to exist.
Her Bull was still part of our life — strong, confident, masculine.
But he was only her lover.
Not her heart.
That belonged to me — her loyal, devoted cuckold.
The man who cooked her meals, washed her lingerie, kissed her heels, and bowed at her beauty.
“No one serves like you,” she whispered one night, standing over me in silk and lace.
“He fucks me.
But you worship me.
And I need both.”
That night, she let me watch.
Not from the corner.
Not from outside the door.
But right at the edge of the bed — leashed, caged, trembling.
Her Bull pounded her body.
But her eyes?
They never left mine.
“You see this?” she moaned.
“This is your Queen being worshipped like a goddess.
But only you get to stay when he leaves.”
When it was over, he kissed her and left like always.
She lay back on the bed, her skin glowing, her body marked with passion.
Then she pointed to the sheets.
“Clean me.”
I crawled between her legs and obeyed — licking away the proof of her pleasure, moaning into her warmth, feeling whole with every breath of her scent.
She giggled, running her fingers through my hair.
“You’re so loyal… so broken… and so mine.”
And then came the moment that shattered me.
She pulled me into her arms.
Held me tight.
And whispered…
“I don’t want a normal marriage.
I don’t want boring kisses, soft words, or fake romance.
I want this — raw, real, ruthless love.
You at my feet.
Me in your heart.
Forever.”
That night, we didn’t sleep apart.
She let me lie in her bed, head on her thighs, her scent still fresh.
She kissed my forehead —
“Good boy.”
And I cried. Happy. Helpless. Hers.
And so we lived…
She ruled.
I served.
She loved in power.
I loved in submission.
Not just a Mistress and a cuck.
But two souls twisted together — in a world only we understood.
A love story not written in vows…
But in obedience, devotion, and a leash that led straight to my heart.
Forever.