‘A Cuck and Bull story’ pt 1 by DLC's alyssa
Waiting for his buddy Cecil the 41 year old Nigel sat on the stool in his favorite pub named ‘The Bull’. Looking out the window he saw across the street the counter-part tavern called ‘The Cock’. A nod to the barkeep named John he sipped his beer before continuing.
What he liked about John was he was different than most of the long-time residents that made outsiders feel like they didn’t belong there. Many a local when asked for directions from a tourist would simple reply ‘you can’t get there from here’.
At one time a main stopping point on the turnpike road from Springfield Mass to the harbor town in Portland, Maine not to be confused with the towns of the same name in Massachuttes or Vermont the small New Hampshire town called Manchester had been around since the days before the American revolution.
It was said that Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain militia boys had drank ale there some time after their victory capturing Fort Ticonderoga on Lake Champlain in 1775.
Legend had it that two transplanted English cousins in a desire to replicate their home town pubs of Stony Bradford, England had built the coaching inns has a way of tribute to the original ones they’d missed since coming to the colonies.
One account of the origin of the phrase ‘what a tale of cock and bull he told my father’ was that it had first been written in a play by John Day in 1608 called Law-trickles or who would have thought it’.
Today a cock and bull story generally means a tale that is unbelievable one too ridiculous or far-fetched to be true. Yet go to any bar, pub or tavern and one will find many a patron engaged in the more up-to-date term 'bullshit' telling it to anyone that will listen.
Bragging about his sexual prowess though possessing a Napoleon complex due to his lack of height Nigel spoke.
“No really John is true I once shagged three different women in the same night … picked them up at three different bars too.”
“Sounds like a ‘Cock and Bull’ story to me…I don’t know who talks more BS you or your buddy Cecil.”
The two had known each other since grammar school shorter than their current 5’ 7” both Nigel and Cecil found themselves often put next to each other in height from smallest to tallest for the seating in classrooms. It was enough to become friends.
The bartender smiled.
“Isn’t Cecil coming by today?…while you’re waiting I have a joke for you….what happens when a duck flies upside down?”
Without waiting for the usual ‘I don’t know?’ he gave away the answer…’He quacks up’.
A courtesy laugh Nigel came back with one of his own.
“How many gays does it take to screw in a light bulb?”
Like the John he gave out the punchline without waiting ‘none they’re too busy screwing themselves’.
It put the bartender in the awkward position of having to laugh if he wanted to still get a tip even though he didn’t like any kind of gay-bashing having a cousin who was one.
Amy Crandon ran the towel though her damp hair. Tilting her head the woman used her fingers to help separate the light knots that happen sometimes when a female dries her long hair. Swirling the towel upward she twisted it in turban-style keeping the hair off her back and out of her face.
At 5’ 11” a tall female the 43 year old slid onto the bed letting her muscled arms rest along the metal of the brass waiting for Cecil to walk out of the bathroom fully erect. A confident woman having her pair of c-cup breasts give off a sway she could feel her vagina getting moist as she spread her legs.
‘Come on pal let’s get hard…we have to perform’.
Walking out to see Amy his fiancée Cecil thought the words as he stroked his penis to half-stiffness.
In bed between her legs Cecil stood on his knees with his head bowed still trying to get full liftoff.
“Jeeez …would you get your hair out of your eyes and concentrate Cecil…I’m a patient woman yet I have my needs…it’s been a few months since we’ve had sex….now do what you have to but I want to get laid.”
The term getting laid came from two women running brothels in Chicago around the turn of the 20th century. The Everleigh sister’s dens of inequity were popular with blue collar canal-diggers and high-end wealthy clients alike. They would take in drunks from the bars in the notorious levee district that declared while holding their buckets of beer ‘I’m going to get ‘Everleighed’. Over time it was reduced to ‘I’m getting laid’.
The pressure increasing Cecil could feel the onset of some stage-fright as though in the spotlight at Carnegie Hall. A look her way only made him feel even more unmanly being unable to sustain hardness.
“That thing is as soft as Jello at a picnic….have you been masturbating again? …that’s it right?…you’ve been wacking off or beating your meat or whatever else you males call it and now you can’t get hard….you know I’ve told you I consider masturbating to be like cheating.”
Silence filled the air for a minute or so the energy shifting from one of fun anticipation to disappointment.
“You have no control over that penis…you’re like an errant child…Since you can’t control your bad habits maybe that thing needs to be under lock and key…then we’ll see if you can get hard when I need it to.”
Her hand reached out and pulled his head down by the longish hair.
“You might as well get your tongue out…and have at it before the contractor gets here so I can go over the details and bids with Doug the carpenter regarding rehabbing my finished attic and den in a few months.”
Cecil walked into the pub and sat down next to Nigel.
“Hey sorry I’m late.”
“That’s Ok mate ..what were you at home banging the shit out of your fiancée … showing her you’re the head alpha lion of the pack…. the king of the castle…I mean even though she owns the house.”
“Yea, something like that I guess.”
Driving to her office Amy thought about the state of the two’s relationship. They had been ‘dating’ for three years and engaged for two more. Like many a married couple in two income families these days the dynamic was changing. The woman was becoming the primary breadwinner and Amy was no different.
When they first met 8 years earlier as accountants at an in-town conference Amy made less than Cecil. A few years in the numbers flip-flopped. Her income soared while his stagnated working for a company. With money to invest she rode the wave of a stock-market that was setting new highs. It put her in a position to have a nice house in a wealthy area of town while Cecil merely rented a condo.
The words kept rolling around in her mind as she sat at the desk. Finally she couldn't resist Amy punched in the phrase to Google knowing it was like the ‘Oracle of Delphi’ a font of all available information and wisdom on earth.
‘Locking a penis’.
The woman never made it past the first page when she saw ‘Chastity cages’.
“Hmmm how about that…you 'can' lock a man’s penis up…what will they think off next.”
As so often happens on the internet Amy started going down a rabbit hole of subset interests of her initial search topic.
The phrase ‘Female Led Relationships’ popped up.
“So that’s what they call it these days.”
Offering a trio of books with slashed pricing for sale on the subject the piece went on to describe how many women now have taken over most aspects of their relationships.
The title of the 7th chapter in ‘Cuckolding Made Easy’ a woman’s guide to living a female led relationship grabbed her attention. ‘You know they just can’t keep their hands off it’. Mumbling to herself ‘isn’t that the truth’ she went on reading.
‘Control a male’s libido and you control him. The best way to do this is to lock a chastity cage on his penis. Under your control you can direct his behavior to areas that are in need of changing. It will help foster a level of submissiveness in the bedroom that in time often spills out past its doors’.
‘Calling it guidance in effect what a woman is really doing is training a male to better service her needs’
Once more Amy spoke to herself as she read on…‘what woman wouldn’t want that?’.
‘Having been trained to view his release as a privilege and reward not an automatic certainty a male’s sex drive shifts to focusing on his woman’s desires. There is no better example of this than ‘cuckolding’ a male’
‘While many females may at first scoff at the idea let’s examine the outcome and not necessary the process though that too can be enjoyable. After all spiritual sages often remind that it is the journey not the destination. I like to think that it’s both having the benefit of results confirming an accumulation of a woman’s power’.
‘I’ve known many women that have gone from being submissive secondary figures in their relationship or marriage to being the sole arbitrator and decision-maker. Put another way they become the ‘Loving Female Authority’ figure’ lording over their male who is now at the ready to do the woman’s bidding.
Amy stood up and walked to the door-frame in her office. Spotting her gay male secretary she let him know he could leave for the day.
“That will be all for today Saffron….I love your new hairstyle by the way.’
A quick ‘Lady Di’ like fluff to the back of his hair he replied.
“Thank you Ma’am…I thought I’d try some highlights.”
Sitting back down at her desk heels kicked off Amy eased her slacks lower until they were removed all the way. Her hand slid inside her damp panties as she went back to reading what she knew she was going to do with Cecil.
‘Bringing let’s call it a ‘Bull-stud’ into the sexual dynamic often fulfills a few purposes. First off their sexual prowess satiates a females need for satisfying copulation that comes most often with girth and length. Another positive development will have her ‘cuckold’ taking on a supportive role such as ‘fluffing’ the cock of the alpha male’.
‘There are few things more submissive than a naked male with a diminished ego wearing a chastity cage to remind him of his status as he first brings hardness to another male’s cock. Letting him watch an alpha man shag his woman reaffirms his status before concluding by licking and slurping out the seed from his woman’s vagina’.
‘At this point many women like educating their chastised male in the art of feminine vanity. In chastity a cuckold male is more easily trained into the role of a handmaiden and is quite capable of helping a woman prepare for her bull-stud’s arrival by assisting her in bathing, dressing and putting on her makeup while also styling her hair’.
‘I would point out that beyond just surface details introducing your cuckold to the finer points of beauty and feminine vanity and intimate wear often creates an interest previously absent. There will be tell-tale sign such as your things being amiss in your drawers or closets. This will be speak to his heightened desire to experience the joys of the forbidden fruit of wearing women’s lingerie and clothing’.
‘It’s recommended that this be pursued as it creates an even more obedient cuckold often with the beta male developing the habits and attributes often found in a loving submissive housewife’.
‘Nothing says they can’t also be taken a step further and trained to clean and keep a house in order freeing the woman now awakened to her dominance from these chores that were often fostered upon her against her will in the first place’.
‘Let’s call it the path to the Lady pond should this become the desired route keep in mind estrogen and other female hormones are easily acquired over the internet these days’. Many decide it’s best to introduce them to start with knowing their effects won’t be seen for months’.
'Such being the case they instead focus on the dynamics of turning him cuckold visiting the ticking time-bomb of the HRT issue at a later date. Once their ‘cuck’s body having adjusted to the power of estrogen they’ll become even more susceptible to life as a docile and attractive t-girl.
The next chapter had the title ‘Advanced Cunnilingus Training’. The purpose and value of queening chairs.’.
It was all she could take. Inside her pants Amy’s hand flicking her bean had her other hitting the keyboard. 4 clicks in the woman had pulled up a series of hard cocks to appear on the screen.
Her climaxing nearing…she shouted out alone in her office '… cuckold … chastity …bullstuds…queening chairs….oh fuck…and estrogen too…eeewww…damn girl….that’s it…oh I love having a pussy…where is my darn vibrator when I need one?”
Settling back down 15 minutes later Amy key-stroked her way through the on-line behemoth’s retail site. The order placed she commented.
“What did we do before Amazon?”
Two copies of the book ‘Cuckolding Made Easy, a woman’s guide to living a female led relationship’ arrived at her office the next morning along with a new vibrator.
Cecil received the text as the afternoon’s work was drawing to a close. What had once been a promising accounting career had been reduced to working over spread-sheets and actuarial charts for a 3rd rate insurance company that did its best not pay a single claim.
Once more he read ‘Naked my bedroom…when I arrive home’. He could feel the pressure already starting to build and he hadn’t even left work.
End of part one….
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