I started to read stories about men who become cuckolds—husbands who encourage their wives tosleep with other men. The one aspect of those stories t...at always made me hard was the humiliationof the husband. I didn’t like it when the husband was forced to crossdress or be sissies. And I dislikedstories where the man would worship the woman and call her “mistress” or “princess”. But I liked itwhen cuckold relationship was exposed to the public.An especially exciting storyline for me was when the. WAYNE: Here. Hep me, Dean. He's done gone and got drunk as a skunk. Dean quickly moves to assist Wayne. WAYNE: Where you want 'im? DEAN: On the couch. Together they get Billy to the couch.Billy giggles and hiccups as they sit him down on it. His head comicallywobbles and sags. He burps. WAYNE: They all went off after the game, Billy anda bunch a buds a his. Billy says they had some special kinda moonshine fromthe Red Hill country. Shore looks like it. I ain't never seen Billy. The attitudes and beliefs you held, until yesterday wouldhave caused you to dump this whole deal and I couldn't have thathappening. Not only for myself, but for you, Holly. I KNOW what you'regoing through because I've been through it myself and I've babysatothers who have gone through it as well. Now, having said all that, letme say this. BEFORE you view the tapes today, I'm going to give you onelast chance to back out of this deal. I still have enough time, barely,to get back in the suit and. You lose your patience and your hand comes crashing down on my ass, over and over. You watch my ass turn a very bright shade of red and your cock gets hard seeing your hand prints all over my cheeks. Finally I can’t take any more, so I wrench my cheeks apart and beg you to stop. “Please master! I’m sorry, stop slapping my ass! I’ll do whatever you say, please!” Your hand stops, and my ass is burning. You grab my hair, yank my head back, and hiss into my ear. “That’s right bitch, I OWN you..