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The Badge of a Secret Cocksucker

One of the challenges in being so cock obsessed is that it’s hard (no pun intended) to advertise that obsession.

Sure, there are clubs, bathhouses, adult video stores, and other places where you can usually count on connecting with men who might be interested in feeding your obsession, but they’re not always local or convenient – and there’s no guarantee there will even be someone there to suck. As much fun as it is to sit and chat with other cocksuckers, to compare stories and experiences, our mouths were made for something else.

And, yeah, you can join groups on places like Fetlife, advertise yourself on Twitter, or join a dating app like Grindr, but they’re all about communicating, negotiating, and setting up feeding sessions sometime in the future. You can chat back and forth for days before setting a meet, and then half the time the cock doesn’t even show up. Been there done that far too many times to count.

When you’re a truly submissive bottom, and just want to worship cock, how do you get the message across? How do you let that guy at the mall, waiting for his girlfriend in the fitting room, know you’re available to suck his cock while he waits? How do you signal that guy at the restaurant, having dinner with his wife and kids, that you’re hungry for a dessert that’s not on the menu? How do you catch the eye of that guy at the gym with the massive bulge and signal your interest, without risking a beating?

I’ve been chatting with @_Use_My_Throat over on Twitter, trying to figure out a discreet way to label ourselves as cocksuckers, and he came up with this.

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The idea is to draw this somewhere on yourself – the back of the hand perhaps, or on the inside of your forearm – to identify yourself as someone who will suck cock (gay/str8/DL) anytime, anyplace, NSA, with 100% discretion.

Any man who sees it will immediately know the person wearing that symbol is a cocksucker who is sworn to secrecy. We are available, we are eager, we are talented, and we are discreet. We will suck your cock, either in public or in private, and never say another word about it. You don’t have to worry about any embarrassing messages, won’t have to disguise our number on your phone, and will never have to explain any questionable trips logged in your car’s GPS.

The challenge, of course, is in promoting the idea. We need to get the word out to the community, to let interested men know what the symbol means, without it becoming so well-known that it unintentionally outs us to the general public.

If you’re a cocksucker, wear it. Wear it to those clubs, bathhouses, adult video stores, and gloryholes, and let men know what it means. Start building recognition with the right kind of men, and encourage them to spread the word.

If you’re a man who needs to bust a nut or blow a load, all you need to do is look for it, acknowledge it, and let us know you’re in need. We’ll do the rest.

New Release - From Cuckold to Collar: A Slave’s Journey by Bob Neils

A true erotic story of one man's journey from cuckoldry, through betrayal, to ultimate submission.

Life took something of an unexpected turn last year, with a pair of huge relationship changes leading me from a place of painful betrayal to one of glorious submission. I was content as the cuckold of a would-be hotwife, eagerly on-call for creampie cleanup duties, and always up for a little shared gloryhole action. I thought she understood my limits . . . until she betrayed them one afternoon, inviting her latest bull to drag me from the closet, throw me down on the bed, and force himself upon me.

Just when things seemed darkest, I was invited to step outside the dungeon and into the home of a transsexual dominatrix I had been seeing for over a year. Mistress had seen something in me, a natural tendency toward submission that my recent betrayal left her free to collar, cage, and cuckold with her clients. What she offered me was the life of which I had always dreamed, that of a beloved bottom, if I would only choose to make the commitment.

I didn’t choose. I accepted. I submitted. It was what I did best. She approved.

From Cuckold to Collar: A Slave’s Journey is an 18,700-word story of cuckolding, transsexual domination, chastity, and submission

Cuckold’s Glory: The Hole Story has a new cover!

I’m not sure what happened with the original cover for Cuckold’s Glory: The Hole Story. The concept of what I was going for – watching the hotwife through the gloryhole – was inspired, but the execution was lacking. There just aren’t a lot of good, safe-for-work stock photos that capture the fantasy, and I was (admittedly) in a hurry to get it published.

Now, after talking to a few readers who loved the book but hated the cover, and who urged me to do something about that so they don’t feel the need to recommend it with an “ignore the cover” disclaimer, I have finally put together a cover worthy of the story. Check it out, and if you have yet to give it a read (or a review), please do!

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What you are about to read is the true story of how I met my girlfriend, and how we began our unusual relationship.

We met on one of those fetish websites, and started chatting over a shared love for cuckolding and gloryholes. Fantasies for me, but – as I later discovered – a well established lifestyle for her. She had made the first move, inviting me out on an all-or-nothing date, and I had quickly accepted.

This date was my trial-by-fire, my one chance to prove that I had what it took to be her full-time, committed, loving cuckold. I had no idea how far she would take things, or how fast, but she lived up to every one of her fantasies . . . and mine.

Cuckold’s Glory: The Hole Story is an 11,000-word story of first date cuckolding, CFNM, gloryhole sharing, and forced bisexuality.

Caption: Superior Black Seed

Although Mistress does not have a social media presence, she shares my feeds and has become quite enamoured of captioned images . . . so I now have a caption count to meet each week, alongside my word count.

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Caption: A Cure for Post-Orgasm Blue Balls

Although Mistress does not have a social media presence, she shares my feeds and has become quite enamoured of captioned images . . . so I now have a caption count to meet each week, alongside my word count.

And, so, I present to you my first caption.

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If you like the image, you can find plenty more over at Cuckold Sessions.

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From Cuckold to Collar – Now Available!

Mistress set me a task of finishing our story and getting it published before Valentine’s Day. She rode me hard on this, and her eye for authenticity transformed a ‘good’ story into what I hope you will agree is a ‘great’ one.

I submitted it last night, and woke up this morning to find it published, so apparently even the great Amazon fears the kiss of her whip!

[image error]From Cuckold to Collar: A Slave’s Journey is a true erotic story of one man’s journey from cuckoldry, through betrayal, to ultimate submission.

Life took something of an unexpected turn last year, with a pair of huge relationship changes leading me from a place of painful betrayal to one of glorious submission. I was content as the cuckold of a would-be hotwife, eagerly on-call for creampie cleanup duties, and always up for a little shared gloryhole action. I thought she understood my limits . . . until she betrayed them one afternoon, inviting her latest bull to drag me from the closet, throw me down on the bed, and force himself upon me.

Just when things seemed darkest, I was invited to step outside the dungeon and into the home of a transsexual dominatrix I had been seeing for over a year. Mistress had seen something in me, a natural tendency toward submission that my recent betrayal left her free to collar, cage, and cuckold with her clients. What she offered me was the life of which I had always dreamed, that of a beloved bottom, if I would only choose to make the commitment.

I didn’t choose. I accepted. I submitted. It was what I did best. She approved.

New Project . . . and I’m Terrified

As I await Mistress’ final notes on the new book, she has been corresponding with another author she enjoys and setting up a unique project for me. It’s huge, and it terrifies me.

Mistress has asked permission for me to adapt this author’s story to align with her own deepest, darkest fantasies. This will be very much a collaborative effort, with Mistress looking over my shoulder constantly. It is going to be dark, intense, taboo, and kinky-as-fuck. I’m talking about female-led-relationships, BBC worship, pussy-free whiteboi virgins, the BNWO, extreme amounts of cum, public humiliation, and precisely the kind of face-to-face cuckolding that derailed my life last summer. Mistress believes it will be therapeutic as well as entertaining, and I have no doubt she’s right.

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We’ve had a few detailed discussions about opening scenes, and I love where Mistress’ head is at, but her fantasies are intimidating (as, of course, they should be).

Why am I so terrified? Well, for starters, this somebody else’s story that I’m messing with. It is going to be almost completely unrecognizable by the end, but it’s still another author’s words that spawned the project. As graceful and supportive as that author has been, I still don’t want to offend her, and I worry what she’ll think of all the places where Mistress’ fantasies diverge from her own.

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Even more than that, I am terrified of disappointing Mistress. The very idea of failing to accurately capture her fantasies makes me sick to my stomach. I know very well how much it excites her. I see the light in her eyes when she talks about it. My throat is sore from her enthusiasm, and I cannot find a comfortable position to sit today. She is trusting me with something special and unique, and it needs to be perfect.

I’m excited, of course, and the fact that these two amazing women have trusted me with their words and their fantasies is empowering in a way that only a true submissive could appreciate. I’m even more excited by the process of collaboration, and the potential for Mistress and I to delve deeper into fantasy and fiction together in the future. As my owner, she makes me a better person, and as my editor, she makes me a better writer.

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The worst part is, while I am frantically taking notes, trying to remember everything Mistress shared with me, I don’t yet have permission to begin writing. Mistress wants my head clear for the final polish of our true story, and only after I’ve published that is she prepared to have me switch gears.

The good news for my readers is that this fantasy collaboration won’t take nearly as long to write, and I’ll be able to get back to a publishing schedule that satisfies both Mistress and myself.

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Thank you, everyone, for your patience and your ongoing support!

Almost Ready to Publish!

It has been a long road from discovery to understanding, and an even longer one from living it to writing it, but the new book is almost done.

At over 18,000 words it is my longest book yet, and also (I firmly believe) my best. Mistress has been working carefully with me on each draft, reading, critiquing, and driving me to think about the ‘why’ of my relationships. In keeping me honest, and making sure I captured all the essential moments, she has made it a far better book.

I wrapped up the complete first draft Friday night, finally polishing the pivotal scene of my formal collaring, and now Mistress is reading through from beginning to end. I’m sure there will be a few small edits to come out of her review, but I’m working on the cover while she reads, and it looks like we will meet her demands to publish before Valentine’s Day.

It’s a big story, full of pain and pleasure, and I am anxious for you to read it.

New Release - Cuckold's Glory: The Hole Story by Bob Neils

What you are about to read is the true story of how I met my girlfriend, and how we began our unusual relationship.

We met on one of those fetish websites, and started chatting over a shared love for cuckolding and gloryholes. Fantasies for me, but – as I later discovered – a well established lifestyle for her. She had made the first move, inviting me out on an all-or-nothing date, and I had quickly accepted.

This date was my trial-by-fire, my one chance to prove that I had what it took to be her full-time, committed, loving cuckold. I had no idea how far she would take things, or how fast, but she lived up to every one of her fantasies . . . and mine.

Cuckold's Glory: The Hole Story is an 11,000-word story of first date cuckolding, CFNM, gloryhole sharing, and forced bisexuality.

When Fantasy and Reality Collide

Life took something of a weird left turn last year, with a pair of huge relationship changes derailing . . . well, pretty much all my plans.

Without going into too much detail here, things went south with my long-term girlfriend over the summer. Yes, the same girlfriend I shared a gloryhole first date with, and who seemed so understanding and supportive of my unique take on cuckolding.

[image error]For a good six months, I had a hard time looking at photos like these. The fantasy still appealed, but the reality of how she betrayed our cuckolding arrangement still stung. I had to wait until I could appreciate such scenes again before writing about how I came to leave her and move in with Mistress. With the first 5,000 words of the new book written and edited, detailing how and why things ended between us, I feel like there’s closure on that relationship, and I am genuinely excited to be introducing the other.

Originally, Mistress was to get her own book. I was going to alternate between the stories of my relationships, exploring how my fetishes clash and complement one another. That was still the plan, even after the cuckolding relationship went south, but Mistress had other plans. With the next 1000 words of the new book written, detailing how I came to be her collared submissive, I realize why Mistress made me wait before writing it. What I have learned from her about myself and the parallels between my relationships has helped me to shape a much stronger, and far deeper story. One of the things she made me realize (and this completely blew my mind) is that cuckold cleanup duties are as much like BDSM aftercare as they are BDSM submission. She explains it far better than I ever could, and that conversation is in the new book.

[image error]On a closing note, one of the biggest surprises to come out of my new relationship was just how much I have come to enjoy ass worship. It was always a taboo for me. It was a huge (and, I now know, entirely selfish) inhibition to overcome. Making that mental leap from seeing her chocolate rosebud as waste receptacle to appreciating it as a sexual organ was difficult . . .  and stupid. Mistress was persistent but patient, as she is in all things, but she eventually sat herself down on my face and reminded me that all our sexual (and sexualized) organs serve a dual purpose. It is what we do with them, how we care for them, that makes all the difference.

So, in closing, I am back writing again, and this time Mistress approves of the direction I’ve taken. I do have some more fictional tales I want to capture but, as far as my core story is concerned, there will be no fantasy, no hiding, and no excuses for my behavior . . . just the facts of how I came to be Mistress’ live-in cuckold, what my role involves, why we are so unique together, and what she’s taught me about my own sexuality.

Thank you, all of you, for your patience and understanding.