master4betas

[master4betas]

I know baby, I know. And the wetter you get, the harder I get- why else do you think I beat on him so hard? And then when I finally take you, the sound of his sobbing and whimpering in the background just makes making love with you so much hotter…

[master4betas]

Yeah, don’t worry little boy, I’ve already diagnosed her “computer problem”. See, it’s clearly a problem with your cable not properly fitting her port. Don’t worry, I’ll fix your girlfriend’s port with my hardrive👺

Ok honey, now you just stay right down there while I talk to big strong man who’s helping me with my computer. If you want, you can lick my shoes while I’m talking to him, just don’t interrupt us, okay? Good boy. That’s a gooood boyee...

[master4betas]

Another great tale of a cuckold acceptance

“Why?” was all I could manage when my wife of 20 years came back to the kitchen, where I was quietly sitting and crying, after she showed him out. The whole scene was so cliche- I had come home early from a work trip, having caught an earlier flight, walked into the house and heard noises upstairs, went to investigate, and to my horror, walked in on them. I dropped my bag loudly on the floor, causing them to look at me, and what did they do? They just started laughing hysterically. What didn’t they do? Well, they certainly didn’t stop. In fact, they only picked up their pace, my wife moaning louder than before. Then, in between his powerful thrusts, she shouted out to me “Go. Downstairs. And. Wait. For. Me. There. And. We’ll. Talk.” Her tone was disarmingly forceful and authoritative. I felt like I had no choice but to do what she said, so I went down to the kitchen and sat down, stunned and confused, and I waited for what seemed like forever. Eventually the moans stopped. I heard footsteps and the shower start, and then awhile later, I heard them come downstairs. I heard her tell him “not to worry, my husband’s a puppy dog, he’ll do what he’s told,” and I heard him respond, “wow, what a wimp,” Then they giggled, and she said “same time tomorrow, ok baby?” Then it was quiet. They were surely kissing goodbye, and then the door closed.

“Really? You have to ask why?” was my wife’s response to my question. “Honey, do you know why we haven’t had sex for over a year?” Between sobs I told her that I wanted to, but she was never in the mood, and so I had eventually given up.

“Right,” she said, “I’m never in the mood because I never get off with you, never have.”

“Never?” I asked in a squeaky whiny voice.

“Never. Not once.” she answered. She went on to say that I am just to wimpy. That she always had to initiate, always took the lead, was always on top, always the aggressor, and that it just wasn’t what she wanted or needed from a man. She called me a “beta”. I told her I could do better but she just laughed. “Oh no honey, no you can’t. You could never make me feel the way my lover does.”

I just looked at her then. She was wearing a very soft very sexy sweater and I suddenly started getting hard. I always thought she was very sexy and beautiful. Too beautiful for me. And I knew she was right. That’s when I accepted being her cuckold.

[master4betas]

I think it’s always better for the cuck to come to such conclusions on his own. It means he really, truly gets it, and there’ll be less effort required for training and reconditioning, more time to spend with my new girl…

She watches me flitting about his apartment in the dress he made me wear, using the duster he was only a few minutes ago pushing and pulling back and forth the underside of my ballsack while he gave me my orders. Yes, she watched the whole thing, partly in disbelief and partly in awe of his dominance over me. And yes, I felt so humiliated, it was a wonder I didn’t just break down crying on the spot, but he was holding me so tightly, so close his musky scent took over my senses, and that duster… I was fully erect and nearly on the edge of cumming. He had me in the palm of his hand, and I not only had to obey him, I wanted to.

I can’t help but wonder what my beautiful wife, now his girl, is thinking as she sits there, in her beautiful soft sweater, watching all this. No doubt, it is only making her feel better about her choosing him over me, any doubt about his superiority as a man, his suitability as a lover, completely eradicated. There is no going back now. It’s final and permanent- She is his woman now, and I’m his sissy slave.

[master4betas]

You can deny it all you want, but as a short man, lacking confidence and feeling less masculine than other men to begin with, compounded by a lifetime of women rejecting you for not meeting minimum height requirements, even laughing at you and ridiculing youjust for trying, it is natural for you to feel intimidated b6 strong, tall, alpha men. It is natural for you to obey them rather than to resist.

So when he tells you to kneel, it doesn’t matter if you’re straight, bi or gay, you obey. You recognize his superiority and authority, and so willingly submit to him. You know you belong under his control, for him to do with you, and have you do for him, whatever he wants.

[master4betas]

“… but the funny thing is, he wasn’t staring at my tits… not at all… he was actually looking down, at my feet,” she continued.

“That tracks,” I told her, “you see, he was my roommate, sure, but we weren’t really friends. I bullied him relentlessly our entire freshman year, and then I made him become my roommate for the next 3 years. He was actually my personal, live-in slave the whole time.”

“Oh, babe, that’s horrible!” she replied, shocked, “how could you do that to another person? And what do you mean by your “personal slave””.

“Baby, don’t be mad, it wasn’t what you think - he wanted to be my slave. I mean at first he didn’t realize it, that’s why I had to make him. But really soon, he fell into line, and really like obeying me. He did my homework, my laundry, ran errands for me and kept our place spotless, and in return, I let him sniff my dirty underwear and sweaty socks- stuff like that.” I explained, “ He loved it! Well, except when he made me angry- you know my temper babe… sometimes he’d do a lazy job cleaning or a shitty job folding my laundry, so of course, I had to punish him. But that wasn’t too often…”

“What do you mean by “punish”?” She asked.

“Well, usually, a little slapping around, sometimes I’d spank him,” I answered, “the worst was when I caught him staring at the girl I was dating our sophomore year. Yeah, that time, I put him across my lap and spanked him until he was bawling and shouting out how sorry he was right in front of her. Then I made him apologize to her and sent him to stand in the corner for like, an hour. You know, come to think of it, that must be why he was afraid to look at you… hey baby, what’s wrong?”

“Oh baby,,, umm I’m… what you just told me,,, I’m… wet! I mean… that’s so hot…” she confessed, then leaned over to kiss me, and placed her hand on my crotch, rubbing softly, “do you think you could, umm, well, I think maybe he was a little too interested in my feet, y’know?”

With a wicked little laugh I answered, “I see… let’s go pay him a little visit, shall we?”

I took her hand and we strode towards the guest room…

[master4betas]

“I was standing right there- you totally ignored me!” the hapless, pathetic cuckold complained to me after I’d emerged from the bedroom- his bedroom- naked, my fresh cum dripping on the floor.

“Uhh, yeah, so tell me, loser, why on earth would I ever pay any attention to you? Do you thing you actually matter or something?” I replied sharply.

“No, I just…” the idiot started to answer, so I interrupted. “Shut up, fag. God, you really are stupid- it was a rhetorical question, dumbass. Of course you don’t matter. Not to me, and certainly not her- at least when I’m here. Now, I gotta take piss. You can get down on all fours, and follow me to the bathroom, and make sure you lick up all my drippings along the way.”

The look on his face was priceless. I just stared him down and watched as he blushed with shame and obeyed. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as strode to the bathroom. When I got there, I stood at the toilet about to piss, and turned my head to see the little bitch licking my cum off the floor, and although I really had to go, I decide to wait for him.

“You missed a drop,” I said mockingly as I pointed to a little drop of cum right near my feet. He immediately lowered his head and licked it up, then stayed there, still on all fours, at my feet, looking at the floor. He shook a little- I think he may have been crying, and since I love breaking him down to tears so much, it only spurred me on to continue degrading him.

“Alright, up on your knees, faggot-“ I commanded firmly. He did so immediately but slowly, wiping away tears as he rose.

“Open.” I snapped, and as soon as he did, I let loose, a powerful stream of piss directly into his mouth. Well mostly in his mouth. To shake the last drops off when I was done, I slapped my cock on the only place on him that was dry, which was the top of his head.

As I washed my hands I admonished him for making such a mess. “You’re so worthless,” I said in disgust, “look at the mess you’ve made- a good toilet fag would’ve swallowed every drop, but you got piss all over the place.”

“S-s-sorry Sir,” he replied in a whimper.

“Guess you’d better start cleaning up,” I said, and smiled to myself as I headed back to the bedroom for another round with his horny, needy, lusty wife, who I so easily seduced and took from him that I knew she’d be mine for as long I chose to have her.

You see, this is life for an alpha male bull like me…

[master4betas]

Of course, by the time they started texting, she was no longer wearing that lusciously soft sweater, she lying in my arms in bed, stroking my cock and kissing my neck in between each text, as we giggled like naughty school children at her pathetic cuckold’s dejection, fears and humiliation. It was so hot. When they finished texting, she climbed on top of me and rode me like a rodeo champ, and all I could think about was her stupid cuck home alone doing the housework while his wife was grinding on me. It all resulted in an earth shattering simultaneous orgasm, and her collapsing back into my arms for some loving post cuddling. Yeah, I really like this one… gonna keep her around for a while…👺

I was experiencing the torment of not knowing where my wife was. All the anxiety, and the fear and insecurity welling up. I had a feeling she was was with him, the man she’d been dating for a couple weeks, openly, and rubbing in my face how much more of a man he is than me. The man she had been teasing me about leaving me for. And when I came home from work on Friday, she wasn’t home. No note, no text, nothing. Just an empty house.

Panicked, I looked in her drawers and her things were still here, so that helped calm me down, and I texted her. Nothing. Then I called and left a voicemail. “Uhh, honey? Can you please call me and let me know where you are? Are you’re alright? Please?”

Finally about an hour later, I received these pics. I just stared at them, at her. She looked so beautiful, and she was wearing such a lovely soft sweater. I wanted to be with her, I wanted to be her man again. But then her text came through:

“Hi sweetie. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I’ve been with my boyfriend, and I just forgot about you. Sorry. I’m at up at his cabin for the weekend. I’ll be home Sunday night.”

I stared at the text for a few minutes, shaking and on the verge of tears. With her “boyfriend”? She never called him that before. She “forgot” about me? It made me feel so… insignificant, so small.

“But, honey, I love you. I miss you. Please, will you come home? Please?” I replied, pathetically.

She didn’t answer for a long time. It was excruciating. Frightening. And I was out and out crying now.

Finally, she answered. “No, sweetie, I’m sorry, but I’m with him now. This is where I belong. Where I want to be.”

“But what about me?” I replied.

“You just be a good boy, get your chores done, get to bed on time, and by all means, stop your whining.”

“Ok. I’m sorry.” I typed, holding in my sobs as though she were there in the room with me.

Then I added “I hope you have a wonderful weekend.”

As i saw her emoji response “😉😁😘” I felt like most pathetic cuckold in the world.

[master4betas]

The next thought in hubby’s mind as he looked on in amazement at his kneeling, collared wife was to question how this was even possible. Hubby knew his wife as a strong, confident woman. A woman who’d built a successful career as an executive, the boss of dozens of men, a leader. She was also a leader at home, always in firm control of the household, their finances, their social calendar. In fact, he’d come to view her as more of the husband and himself as more of the wife- it was a fully female led relationship, and this carried over into their sex lives, with her always taking charge, saying when and how, and how was usually with hubby going down on her- something she never reciprocated, ever. And on the rare occasions that they’d actually have sexual intercourse, well, she was always on top, always in control, dictating every last detail.

So seeing her like this and hearing those words was all just incomprehensible to him. The Big Bull saw the look of confusion on hubby’s face and chuckled, knowing the poor cuckold fool would need an explanation.

“I can see you’re surprised and confused by what you’re seeing and hearing right now, so let me explain, cuck. You see, we are all subject to human nature. We can’t escape it, no matter how hard we try- even your wifey here, the big boss, the modern empowered woman of the world. She’s so smart, so capable and strong, such a confident, powerful presence, that smaller, weaker men defer to her, bend to her will, assume submissive positions to. These days, in the time of “me too” and “toxic masculinity”, and female empowerment, men have become weak. 99% of me today are pussies, wimps, weak, meek betas, and many women, like your wifey here, seized the opportunities this has afforded them and took advantage of all the emasculated losers out there. Your wifey did this at work, subjugating all the men there, and she did this at home, to you, turning you into a domestic, feminized “wife”. And while she has enjoyed the power and control, there was always something missing in her life that she never could quite put her finger on. But I knew what it was. I could see that underneath it all, what wifey need was a man- a real man- a true alpha male, who was willing, able, confident and aggressive enough to step in and show her that she’s still just a girl. Just weak little girl who needs a strong alpha with a firm hand to put her in her proper place.”

“I know you’re amazed and in disbelief right now cuck, but you should’ve seen how easy it was for me. See, she’d become complacent, relaxed and comfortable as the alpha to all around her, so when I talked back, she was shocked. And when she tried to put me down, under her thumb, like she always does to everyone else, I shocked her by saying no. She’s not used to anyone refusing her anything and didn’t know how to react. And when she silently shook her head and said my behavior was unacceptable, I slapped her. That’s right, slapped her hard across her stuck-up, better than you face. That’s right stunned her into shutting up, and could she was about to cry. Now, most men would’ve been on their knees, begging forgiveness at this point, but I’m not most men. I’m an actual man. So you know what I did next? I to,d her she’s been a naughty girl who’s forgotten her place. I told her she needed a spanking, and ordered her to lay down on my lap, and she just bowed her head and did it. She laid down quietly, and didn’t say a word- not even as I slowly raised the bottom of her long dress up to expose her ass. Not even as a caressed her ass. That’s right, not a word…”

“By the time I’d finished spanking her, she was sobbing mess, blubbering on and on about how grateful she was to finally have a real man take control, and how badly she needed a man to be her master for her to serve. That’s when she begged me to make her my slave. And do you know what she said when I asked her what we should do about you? She said simply “him too”. You see hubby, she actually still cares about you. She went on to tell me all about what good slave you’d been for her, and that she was certain you’d do the same for me. And I can see by the awestruck look in your eyes that she is right. So, now it is time for you to take your place next to your beloved wifey. Yes, that’s right. I am ordering you to kneel next to her. I have another collar here with your name on it-“

Hubby trembled as he timidly shuffled towards his wife, and took his place next to her. The collar felt cool and tight as his new master secured it around his neck. Her Big Bull now owned them both.

Wifey’s Big Bull had told Hubby to wait for two minutes and then follow them into the bedroom. Excited, he counted down the seconds in his head and then knocked on their bedroom door and came in.

The first thing he noticed was they weren’t on the bed where he expected to see them. The only thing on the bed was the expensive silky little black teddy that Kat had been wearing and it was torn to shreds.

His wife was topless next to the bed and had a leather collar on with a chain attached. The chain led to her Big Bull’s big hands. She knelt next to him, her head lowered submissively.

“You see now,” her Big Bull, Carter, said to Hubby, “Your wife is my property now. Kat will do whatever I want, whenever I want.”

Looking down at Kat kneeling before him, he added, “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded immediately. “I am yours, body and soul. I only belong to my Big Bull—now and forever.”

Hubby could only stare. He had encouraged his wife to take a lover. Now, he saw that he had missed a number of warning signs over the past few months and his wife’s relationship with her Big Bull had reached a new and dangerous (to him) level.

[master4betas]

It doesn’t have to be all naked, wild, loud, sweaty, animal sex. Sometimes, when I’m with a married woman who I’ve been able to give the kind of physical pleasure she’s been so sorely missing in her dissatisfying years of marriage to an inferior beta, it’s the quiet moments, just being together, having her in my arms, enjoying each others touch and scent, that are the most special, when I really know she’s mine. And for the hapless pathetic cuckold who happens to witness it, it can be even more devastating and soul-crushing than seeing us making love. That’s when I like to kiss her most, deeply, passionately, right in front of him- a clear demonstration of who the man in her life is now.

[master4betas]

Seems pretty reasonable to me…

Oh, don’t pout darling, I promise to come home after my date, and we can snuggle all night. Won’t that be nice?

Just a couple things first though…I want all the laundry done and the floors cleaned while I’m out. Got it?

[master4betas]

Look at how happy she is with him, how she nuzzles in to be as close as she can be, her smile telling you all you need to know.

So what’re you gonna do when his hand casually slides up her leg, under her dress and to her wet, welcoming pussy? You won’t say a word, you’ll just hang your head and retreat, leaving them to enjoy themselves. That’s what beta cuckolds do.

[master4betas]

My lunch? My girlfriend sent you? Okayyy… but why?

She told you that? So what, you’re here to defend her honor? Seriously? A little fairy like you? Y’know, this is none of your business. I’ve got half a mind teach you a lesson right now, bitch. I was looking forward to her bringing me my lunch so I could get a mid-day BJ, and since you so generously decided to bring my lunch instead of her, I guess you’ll have to fill in for her.

Shut up, fag, you know you want to. Let’s go- yes, now. Do I need to shove you over there, or are you gonna be a good fairy and come along quietly?

Hehe, good girl…

Awwa, that’s sweet of you, but I’m sorry, I don’t date short wimps.

You can still buy my lunch though, and while you’re at it, you can also pay for my boyfriend’s lunch. I ordered him some take out- see, he works construction and got stuck at the site today- that s why I’m here alone.

Oh , gee, that’s so nice of you. Hey, one more thing?

Anything? Hehe, wow, you’re a total simp, aren’t you?

Ok then, good- I want you to deliver it to him as well. Every time I go over there, his construction buddies cat-call me, which makes him get so possessive, I end up having to go with him to the john and blow him.

Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t make you do that… at least I don’t think so…

[master4betas]

Dominance comes just as easily and naturally for an alpha male as submission does to a beta male. The difference is that alphas know what they are, and revel in it, while betas often self-deny what they are, struggle and resist against it. That’s ok though, it just makes it more fun for us- especially if the beta’s girl is looking on. That adds to the humiliation, and often results in more tears. Ah, yes, love the tears- that’s when I know I’ve done permanent damage the beta will never fuller recover from. 👺

[master4betas]

It sometimes seems that women today have forgotten what a real man is like. I think many young women may never have actually met one. Masculinity has been redefined over these last 20+ years, to the point where most men don’t really act like men anymore, they are passive, emasculated wimps. So when they meet me, a true, take-charge alpha male, half the time they don’t even know what to do. They’re so shocked and taken aback that in the moment they freeze. That’s when I pounce, and turn up the heat,and when I do, they almost always start squirming, blushing, doing that thing with their hair. Their “strong, powerful, alpha woman” act dissipates into a wet, quivering, horny and needy little girl who’s just about begging to be led, taken and dominated.

This is especially true for women who’ve been married to wimpy beta males for a long time. They literally melt in my presence, and become putty in my hands. I totally love it, almost as much as I love watching the pitiful beta husband recognize my superiority, shrink and do nothing, effectively surrendering his wife to me, just like in the nice little story from sweatersub.

Before: Alright puppy, you just stay put, right down here, while I go talk to him. I’m sure once I explain to him that we’re married, he’ll stop being so mean to you and so flirty and touchy with me. I’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it- you know everyone wants to touch me when I’m wearing this sweater… so just relax, and I’ll take care of everything.

After: How did it go? Umm… well, not so good honey… he’s very, umm, well, very persuasive. He said he meant it when he asked what I was doing with a “short wimp” like you, and then he even boasted that he could show me what it’s like to be with a “real man”.

Sure, I tried to tell him to stop, I told him in no uncertain terms that I didn’t appreciate his attitude one bit. But he was so… persistent, and aggressive, and umm, I got a little… umm… oh god, honey, I’m sorry, he made me sooo wet! I was like putty in his hands! I know, I know, he’s a total bully, but, I couldn’t help it!

So yeah, umm, I have a date with him tomorrow night.

Honey I’m sorry, but yeah, I’m going through with it. I need to. And you need to understand- he’s not like you- a man like him needs to be obeyed…

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Babe? What’s the matter babe? Don’t you have anything to say?

- wow, what a wimp… Baby, I can’t believe you married such a beta boy- he can’t even look at us. He’s just standing there, like some dumb mute, blushing with the shame and humiliation of having his wife taken away by bigger, better man. He’s pathetic. Disgusting. Let’s go baby, I can’t stand the sight of him.

I know baby, but, he’s still my husband… and besides, don’t you feel at least a little sorry for him? Maybe we can, y’know, keep him around? He’s always been really, umm… obedient. I’m sure he’d be happy to do whatever we’d like him to… isn’t that right babe?

…and with a simple nod of his head, her husband becomes their beta cuckold slave….

[master4betas]

But what? You’re not gay?

I don’t see how it matters- you’re weak and submissive, and you will submit and serve your new master- you can’t resist your own nature. And let’s face it, fag, you don’t really want to resist it, you want to serve and obey.