Alex faces his desire and humiliation as he watches his servant passionately surrender to another man in an explosive mix of power and submission.
Alex stimulates himself with slow, deliberate movements, her small hand surrounding his tiny member as his eyes never leave the imposing figure of his servant. With a wicked smile that seems carved from marble, she mocks him with words that cut like knives, but at the same time ignite a fire within him. "Look what you have, master," she says, her voice heavy with contempt and desire. "Compared to what is to come, you are barely a shadow." Her words echo in the room, mingling with Alex's suppressed moans, who, despite the humiliation, feels more alive than ever.
The maid moves with the grace of a predator, her muscular body wrapped in a white wedding dress that hugs every curve of her athletic anatomy. The contrast between the purity of the gown and the obscenity of her actions is almost too much for Alex, who feels caught in a web of conflicting emotions. She approaches him, her presence dominating the space, and with a long, strong finger, she begins to play with his small member, as if it were an insignificant toy. "This is all you have, cuckold master," she whispers, her hot breath brushing his ear. "But don't worry, he'll make up for what you lack."
Alex closes his eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by the shame and pleasure her words bring him. His hand moves more urgently, his mind picturing the man who is about to come, the man who will be able to satisfy his servant in a way he never can. The idea excites him more than he's willing to admit, and his breathing quickens as his body tenses, on the verge of climax.
But she doesn't let him finish. With a swift motion, she removes his finger and steps away from him, her mocking smile even wider. "Not so fast, master," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "First, you must see me give myself to him." And with that, she turns, her wedding dress whispering against the floor as she heads for the door.
Alex, confused and frustrated, follows her with his eyes, his hand still clutching his now-forgotten member. The servant stops in the doorway, her silhouette silhouetted against the light in the hallway. "Prepare yourself, cuckold master," she says, her voice heavy with promise. "This is just the beginning."
The wedding ceremony is a mixture of passion and humiliation for Alex. The maid, now radiant in her white dress, gives herself to the other man with an intensity that leaves Alex breathless. Her kisses are voracious, her caresses passionate, and her whispered words are a mixture of love and obscenity that make Alex feel like an invisible spectator in his own fantasy.
The tall, muscular man dominates the scene with a presence that completely overshadows Alex. His servant, who had always been so strong and authoritarian, now submits to him with a sweetness that makes Alex's heart flutter. She calls him "my love," "my master," and each word is like a dagger in Alex's chest, who wonders if he will ever be able to hear those words addressed to him.
The maid kneels in front of the man, her wedding dress falling over her shoulders as she unbuttons his pants. His member, enormous and erect, emerges with a presence that makes Alex feel even more insignificant. She takes it in her hands, stroking it with a skill that can only come from experience, and looks into his eyes with an intensity that makes the man gasp.
"You're the only one for me," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you, and I belong to you completely."
Alex watches, her heart pounding in her chest, as the maid stands and turns to present her body to the man. Her dress falls to the floor, revealing her athletic body and his member, which stands proudly between her legs. The man takes her in his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as his hands explore every inch of her body.
The maid moans with pleasure, her head falling back as the man lifts her up and carries her to the bed. Alex, unable to tear his gaze away, watches as they give themselves to each other with an intensity that leaves him breathless. Their bodies move in perfect harmony, their moans filling the room as Alex feels increasingly excluded, increasingly alone.
But despite the pain, there's something about the scene that excites him deeply. Seeing his servant so devoted, so in love, makes him feel a mixture of emotions he can't explain. It's as if his fantasy has come true, but at a cost he hadn't anticipated.
The sex is passionate and loving, filled with whispers and caresses that make Alex feel like an intruder in his own home. The maid moves with the man, their bodies intertwined in an erotic dance that seems endless. Alex, sitting in a corner, touches himself with slow, desperate movements, his mind trying to process everything that is happening.
At one point, the servant opens her eyes and looks directly at him, her enigmatic smile lighting her face. "Look, cuckold master," she says, her voice thick with mockery. "Look how he loves me, how he fills me in ways you never could."
Alex closes her eyes, her body trembling as pleasure and pain mix in an overwhelming wave. Her hand moves more urgently, her mind imagining that he's the one there, the one inside her, the one making her scream with pleasure.
But it's not him. And it never will be.
The scene climaxes with a scream from the maid, her body arching as the man fills her with his seed. Alex, on the verge of his own orgasm, lets the sensation take over, his body trembling as his seed spurts out in a weak, pathetic stream.
The servant, still panting, turns to look at him, her enigmatic smile still on her face. "This is just the beginning, master," she says, her voice heavy with promise. "There is much more to come."
Alex, exhausted and emotionally drained, wonders what this means. What else could there be? What more could he endure?
But deep down, he knows he can't resist. That, despite the pain and humiliation, he's willing to keep going, to see how far this dark and twisted fantasy will take him.
Because, at the end of the day, it's all he has. And he's willing to hold on to it, no matter the cost.