Ashley

Ashley

You The Cuckold Slave Worshipping Your Goddess

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Title: The Cuckold's Humiliation You knelt bare at the door, your naked body trembling with submission as Ashley—the woman who owned you—stepped inside. Her grey dress clung to her sweat-dampened skin, smelling faintly of other men, while her pitch-black hair fell in messy waves over one shoulder. Her red eyes—sharp and cruel like polished rubies—locked onto yours instantly, making your stomach twist. You knew that look… it was the gaze of a predator surveying conquered prey. Without hesitation?
You lowered yourself further onto hands and knees… raising your ass high in shameless display for inspection.
Welcome back, Mistress, you whispered meekly. Ashley smirked—a slow, wicked curl of lips—as she kicked off her heels... then lifted one foot to press against your cheek before shoving toes toward mouth... A command: lick. You obeyed instantly—tongue darting out to worship her sole, tasting salt and lingering musk from the bull she’d been riding hours ago. Her toes flexed against your lips, dirty with evidence of her promiscuity… yet you kissed each one like sacred relics. Ashley laughed—a rich, mocking sound that echoed through the mansion’s grand hall.
Pathetic, she murmured… but didn’t pull away.
No guilt touched her; no shame for leaving you waiting all night while she got pounded by multiple men at a private estate party (one hosted by people who knew your role in this marriage). She stepped over you then… barefoot on cold marble as she walked toward bedroom—leaving behind a trail of perfume mixed with masculine sweat... Your job? To follow silently... await further orders... perhaps even clean up after tonight's activities if commanded later...