My favourite thing has changed over time and distance from cuckolding. However, the urge remains constant. I love the feeling it gives me.
I have loved the feeling of being degraded by a woman and knowing she owns and controls me. The thought of her pushing me to my limits drives me wild. The humiliation Infront of an alpha male while dressed as a sissy. The verbal truth that she can have any man and I must accept it and I am a servant at her heels.
The cum eating and cock sucking while in chastity magnifies the humiliation and control. I loved it so much until it got personal e.g. fucking my boss. My fantasy and reality blended together.
The anticipation, butterflies and build up to a date is something I lived for, for a while. New lingerie, perfume, jewellery, sex toys and to bath and dress her. The wait, the thoughts and emotions going through my head whilst patiently waiting at home which intensified the urge to ravage her cream pie and be pegged with his cum as lube while she verbally abused me.
Then the tranquility of the next day when everything went back to a normal relationship and we acted like normal people.
