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Angel's Submission

By: AngelSubmits



My cock is so hard, but I'm not allowed to even touch it.

Actually, I'm not even allowed to call it a "cock" anymore. Mistress Randi demands it only be referred to as a "nubbin" -- a word I really detest, even before she started using it to refer to my cock - because it's so small. My mistress isn't into whips and chains. She gets off on my humiliation.

When we first met I had no idea. She was just a tall, slender, brunette nurse with a nice smile and a sharp wit. It wasn't long after we started going out that I could see signs that she got a charge out of establishing her dominance over me. I thought it was my imagination.

We would go out for drinks and she would refer to me as "Angel." I had never heard a man called that, and it made me feel a little funny. I mentioned that to her, and things did change. What changed was that she hardly called me anything else after that point. She would tell her friends about something funny "Angel" had done that day, and then look over at me and chuckle at my embarrassment.

Once her dominant side started to surface it took over in a hurry. In public she called me "Angel" but in private she started calling me her bitch and making me address her as "Mistress Randi." She would openly talk about her attraction for other men in front of me. She would tell me what to wear to work, and punish me if I forgot.

She started to control my orgasms. She would make me beg for them, and laugh at how I would get on my knees and beg to hump her leg. Some nights she would listen to me beg for release and have me hump her leg and then lick it up when I would cum all over her thigh. 

She knew how much I hated the taste of my cum, so that meant that I had to taste it any time I wanted an orgasm. The more I hated something the more she loved it. 

"I'm going to turn you into a little cumslut for your own cum" she would laugh.

But the latest humiliation is the worst. Somehow she learned that I am very self-conscious about the size of my cock.

I had an ex that used to tell me it was small, but that was years ago. It made me feel very insecure, and I really obsessed over it. But the girls I dated since hadn't said anything, and I started to feel like it was really pretty normal.

We were fucking one night when Mistress pushed the one button that I made being submissive to her less of a game and more of a mental challenge.

"You have such a small cock," she said, as I was thrusting into her. I immediately slowed down, and she could tell her comment bothered me. That was a bad signal to send.

"It's like a little baby cock," she said.

I stopped thrusting. That is the one thing I am extra sensitive about, and my cock started to go soft.

"Oh, look," she cooed. "It's even getting soft like a little baby's cock!"

It got so soft it slipped right out of her, which made her laugh and laugh.

I didn't even know how to respond.

It was so emasculating. I realized everything she had done had been leading up to this point. The point where she mocked even the idea of my manhood.

Now she never lets me forget. Every time I am inside her she mocks my cock mercilessly. Sometimes she tells me in great detail about the cocks her former lovers used to please her with. I get to fuck her less and less frequently. Lately she has started noticing other guys when we are out at a bar or in public. She comments on their bodies and makes me guess the size of their cocks. When she's really in the mood to humiliate me she makes me describe them in detail and then she compares that to my own cock.

For some reason having her degrade my cock at every turn has only made my submission to her complete. She loves playing on my greatest insecurity, and allowing her to own me in that way has made me feel totally committed to her.

So now I'm sitting here, without the ability to even touch my cock without her permission. I am writing this at her command to share my humiliation with everyone who reads this. I hope it pleases her enough that she allows me an orgasm. I am her slut.

Angel's Submission Ch. 02



You never forget your first time.

That goes double for a cuckold.

We started out with a pretty normal relationship, but after a while her true dominant traits started to emerge. Randi, by now Mistress Randi, started openly salivating about other guys and mocking my small cock.

I never thought she would actually cuckold me though.

I was wrong.

It was a hot summer afternoon. I had just come in from doing some yard work she wanted done. I found her putting on her makeup, and she had that hot little dress that was my favorite. I was instantly aroused.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well she said," as she applied deep red lipstick to her upper lip. "You're not going anywhere."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

She saw me just standing there with a blank look on my face and laughed.

"Aww, poor baby," she said. "Are you upset that you have to stay home while I go on a date?"

My face must registered my shock, which made her laugh even more.

"Remember the guy from work that I am always talking about?"

Now I went from shocked to angry. Lee was a prick. He was about 6'3" with blond hair and tanned skin who always treated me like dirt at company functions. Randi always laughed at me and told me I was just jealous. She seemed to like taking his side over mine.

Worse, she had started calling out his name during sex with me. 

Now she was going on a date with him?

"You look like such an angry little bitch," she laughed.

She was an expert at using humiliation to put me back in my place. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there fuming.

"I think he wants to fuck me. Would that be okay with you?"

I started to answer but she stopped laughing and suddenly sounded very serious.

"I really don't give a fuck. In fact, I love knowing that you are going to be just laying here thinking about what he's doing to me."

I was too humiliated to say anything in response.

Then she smiled.

"That's better, cucky," she cooed. "I knew you would get used to it. It's hard though, isn't it. You know, having such a little cock that your woman has to get satisfied from the guy at work?"

I felt a mix of emotions that I couldn't express.

"Take a shower, and I should be ready to go."

I couldn't stop thinking about it as I rinsed off. She looked amazing when I finally came back into the bedroom, which made it worse.

"Do you like my earrings, cucky?" 

I hated that nickname already. It was worse when I noticed she was wearing the earrings I had given her for our one year anniversary.

She laughed at the look on my face.

"Now take your small dick and crawl into bed."

I dropped the towel and slid into bed naked.

"Hands up."

I hated this. She had a pair of handcuffs permanently attached to the headboard, and she clicked them around my wrists.

"I am so wet right now," she said. "Do you think I should suck him before he fucks me?"

I could see she loved tormenting me by putting those pictures in my mind before she left. That sleaze getting what I never got anymore.

As she headed out the door I could see the short dress leaving her legs on display for him. The tight material hugging her every curve. 

I lay there in the darkness for hours. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I was too caught up in my anger and humiliation. My mind couldn't stop wondering at what they were doing, how she was laughing at his jokes...and worse.

I finally must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is the sound of the door opening. The light was streaming in the window. I was angry and humiliated all over again. Both emotions felt stronger in the cold light of morning.

She came into the room looking tired and disheveled. Her dress was noticeably wrinkled, and she was smirking.

"Good morning, cucky."

She came over and kissed me, lingering especially long. She must have sensed that I hated having her lips rubbing all over mine after they had been all over him last night.

"Aren't you going to ask me how my night was?" she said in an innocent tone.

"How was it?" 

I didn't really want to know, but I knew her question was really a command.

"It was amazing," she gushed. "He took me to a great sushi restaurant, and we had so much fun talking. He's really an interesting guy."

I stared up at her, trying to mask my anger.

"But the real fun was back at his place."

She started undressing.

"He has such a huge cock! Of course, anything seems huge after you."

She was totally naked now, but my humiliation denied me even an erection.

"I loved sucking it."

Now she was sticking the knife in. I hadn't had her mouth anywhere near my cock since that first night with her. I couldn't even remember how good that felt.

"And he has such stamina. I couldn't believe it, but this morning he was ready to go again, right before I came home to you. Aren't you lucky?"

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say.

"How am I lucky?"

She moved to the bed and began to straddle my body. For a second I thought that I might get his sloppy seconds.

"Well, cucky," you're lucky because I brought you home a little present. "Open up."



Angel's Submission Ch. 03



I heard them coming down the stairs.

Lately, Mistress had been bringing her boyfriends over more and more often. I was always relegated to the basement, blindfold on. She told me she blindfolded me so I could use my imagination better about what was going on upstairs.

I was never allowed to fuck her, but through the vents I was regularly subjected to the sounds of other men having her in every imaginable way.

But they had never come downstairs.

I wasn't sure what to think as I heard them laughing as they approached.

"Hello, Kitten," I heard my Mistress greet me. "I've brought someone that wants to say meet you."

I didn't know whether to say hello or keep silent. 

I was tied in the usual position, sitting on the bare concrete floor with my hands tied behind my back to the square, wooden post that ran from ceiling to floor.

I was also naked, but with my hands tied there was nowhere to hide.

"See what a little clit she has?"

Mistress loved humiliating me, but this was taking it to a new level.

I could hear a man's laugh.

"I guess you're wondering why we're down here?" she said in her most innocent sing-song voice. "I usually don't have time for a visit when I've got a real man's cock to play with upstairs."

I wished I could see them.

"Well this is my friend Zack, and guess what he asked me for tonight? A blowjob."

I felt myself tense up. I didn't want this to happen.

"Well, Kitten, you know I don't do blowjobs," she said. "But lucky for him, I told him I know someone who could give him one tonight."

They both laughed like they had had too much to drink.

I knew this was something she wanted, but it wasn't something I was ready for.

I could feel her by my ear now, and her voice turned to a serious whisper.

"Open your mouth now, bitch."

As I thought of turning my head, her hand came up and cupped under my mouth. She squeezed my cheeks hard, forcing my lips apart. It felt like she was trying to push her thumb into her finger on the other side of my face.

It was then that I felt it. His soft skin encasing a rock hard cock. And it was so big.

I wanted to gag as I felt the shaft push into my mouth. And then I wanted to throw up as I felt the veins of his pulsing cock sliding along the topside of my tongue and roof of my mouth.

But I couldn't do anything to stop it.

I don't remember how long he fucked my mouth. I just remember her laughter in my ears, and her telling me how much I looked like I was enjoying it.

I could feel him slowing down, and her face moved away from mine. I wasn't sure what was happening, but at least she had let go of my aching mouth.

Then I could feel her removing the blindfold.

"We flipped a coin earlier," she said. "The good news is you don't have to swallow."

I was surprised and relieved, but that was premature.

"The better news," I could hear the laugh in her voice "is that tonight you're going to get a facial."

I looked up to see a hand stroking a massive cock just inches from my face.

In a matter of seconds his cock pulsed and sent streams of his white, hot cum splashing into my hair, and across my forehead and into my eyes. I squeezed them shut as I had watched so many helpless sluts do back when I was on the other end during my college days.

At least it was over.

But I felt something cold on the side of my face. Mistress was scooping up his cum with a spoon.

I could hear them both laugh as it settled in on me what they had planned.

"Change of plans, slut," Mistress said. "We don't want all this delicious cum to go to waste now, do we?"

"No Mistress," I said.

"That's right. Fortunately, I brought a spoon. It won't get it all, but I think you need to eat at least a spoonful. Open up."

My mouth dropped open for her, and I felt her drop his cum onto my tongue.

"Mmm, that looks good enough to eat," she said, and they both laughed again.

"Now swallow," she said in her cold, harsh voice.

I swallowed. I knew she would check my mouth to make sure it was clean. Once satisfied, she started to stand back up.

"Such a whore," my Mistress said under her breath.

I could hear them going back upstairs without even addressing me. 

With the remaining cum dripping onto my naked chest and drying on my face, I felt more like her whore than ever.