Turning your husband into a cuckold can be one of the most rewarding things you ever do. A successfully cuckolded husband will be completely submissive. He will satisfy all your sexual cravings, manage all the mundane chores of your life, allow you to sleep with whomever you wish, subject himself to any amount of humiliation you desire, and of course, love you unconditionally.
But be warned, cuckolding can also be one of the most challenging things you ever do. The process is long, complicated, energy consuming, and by no means sure of success. The strain on your marriage will be unbelievable, and it may be weeks or months before you succeed. In the end though, it will be worth it.
Hopefully this will help educate women on how to begin the wonderful journey of female domination and to hopefully relieve some of the apprehension that might prevent a woman from ever trying. After reading this it will be clearer that cuckolding your husband is not as hard as it seems, and that accomplishing this feat is more possible than you thought.Something provocative and fun for the weekend.
A few weeks ago we had a great conversation about interracial sex, power dynamics, and race in the BDSM community. In the spirit of broadening the conversations we have here on We Are Respectable Negroes, our foray into "race play" was a nice change of pace. As such, we are most certainly going to have more discussions about how sex and race are preeminent examples of the ways that "the personal is political" in the future.
I periodically share some of the keywords that bring people here to WARN. For example, given Michelle Obama's speech this week there are some real doozies to say the least--let's just say that she has been a object for many moments of onanistic fury and delight.
Surveying the results, I clicked on one of the keywords out of curiosity, a mangled phrase that read as follows: "my wive love negro black cook tune por."
[Apparently this is a cousin of sorts to "all your base are belong to us."]
You learn something new every day. I am familiar with the lifestyle/kink known as "cuckolding" which involves a man letting "his" woman or partner have sex with other men--often in front of him. This act of submission and surrender is an erotic thrill for the "cuckold" as his wife or partner is giving access to her body to another man who is known as the "bull."
I understand the pleasures to be had for some by this arrangement. It plays on issues of power and control, inverts authority and traditional gender relations, and in the best sense involves a high level of sexual autonomy and freedom. Is it for me? No. Does that matter for folks who are interested in cuckolding? No. And it should not be any other way.
In following the above keywords, I also discovered that cuckolding can also have an "interracial" aspect as well. As the old expression goes, the race business has messed all of our heads up in some pretty serious ways. Sex across the color line remains a taboo in our society. Given that our collective id and subconscious are still mired by age old stereotypes about race, sex, and the body, the realm of sexual fantasy is, pardon the pun, pregnant with these themes.
The website "Just-Interracial-Cuckold" is one part guide to the lifestyle, as well as an archive of fan fiction. One of its recurring tropes involves white women being impregnated (or bred) by black men with the consent of their white husbands.
"Just-Interracial-Cuckold" is so dense with the semiotics of race, gender, and sex, that I do not even know where to begin (if someone is thinking of writing a dissertation on literary theory and gender studies you will find a ready made project).
I love learning from all of you. Are there any folks who have been in a cuckold relationship? Have any of you played around with the interracial aspect of such an arrangement? For others, are you repulsed or fascinated by the idea of cuckolding?
For your entertainment (and enrichment), here is one of the stories from the site. Be forewarned, it is not safe for work.
My Breeding (A True Story)
When the time came I drove to his apartment. The walk to his apartment seem like it took forever. I could hear the clicking of my heels echo between the buildings as walked down the sidewalks. Several times I thought about turning around and leaving but the heat and wetness between my legs drove me on.
I came to his door, hesitated again, and then knocked. Seconds later the door open and he stood before me. In his tight black leather pants and white shirt he looked like a God. He invited me in and took me to his living room. As we small talked and I had several glass of wine I could not help to look as his pants and his bulging manhood. My god I just want to scream out “take me”. After about an hour he got up and came over to me, with out a word he offered me his hand. I took it and he lead me to his bedroom.