The Cuckold’s Clinic 6
By Thomas & Lucy
It was a Wednesday night in winter. I locked my car and walked towards the college. They had evening classes tonight, but mine was a little different. I visited Dr Ward's Cuckold Clinic twice a month. I remember the line under their leaflet that Lucy picked up said "enjoying shame". I think that sums up Wednesday nights. I never want to come but somehow it is usually a powerful experience. On this occasion Cara, Dr Ward's young student nurse met me on the way in, already in her nurse uniform.
"I'm a bit late today" she said. "How are you? Done your homework?"
"I'm fine. And yes I've done it." I didn't want to continue that line of conversation where we might be overheard, since my homework had involved carrying a big black dildo around with both hands for an entire day on the weekend. I was in the house all day of course, but it was still a strange experience not putting this thing down from morning to night, except to pee. For everything else I had to struggle or rely on Lucy’s help.
I knew the theme of today's clinic was black cock worship - and not the sort Lucy does on her hands and knees with James - this was me doing the worship. I'm 100% straight but by now was used to seeing other men’s cocks - on film, in pictures, even real life. In James' case I'd seen his in action with Lucy more than my own. I'd come to admire black cocks as things of beauty and enjoyed the humiliation of comparing my self to them. That was a regular feature of the clinic, though in contrast to Lucy's warm, loving teasing, Dr Ward's cold demeanour and Cara's giggling made this place particularly humiliating and I never grew comfortable with it.
We reached the clinic and I went straight to the cloakroom to change into my clinic uniform - pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt decorated with cartoon erect black cocks and flaccid white dicks. The middle aged Dr Ward, casually dressed as usual welcomed me as I returned. I noticed that the usual bank of desks was missing an there was something covered with a sheet in their place in the middle of the room. After discussing how my homework went Dr Ward introduced the theme of the evening.
"Cuckolds have a responsibility to worship black cock, not just to passively watch their partners do it. I don't mean you have to be gay", she said dismissing my attempt at an objection, "but you have to express your admiration for the power of big black cocks more openly. We all know you admire them. You must admit it publicly and be seen to express it physically. Not through contact with them, they are bulls, they are too busy with your wife. But through contact with representations - dildos for instance. I believe you have become acquainted with the joys of strap-ons, but you can also deep throat a dildo. You can where clothes such as your pyjamas there which depict the size difference. Don't let a single opportunity to have your photo taken alongside a black man for a comparison portrait be missed. That is a tribute to his power over you. Read books, watch interracial porn, but concentrate on the cocks more. Remember the black cock view rule".
That was a rule which forbid me to masturbate unless there was a black cock or and image of a black cock in my line of vision. Usually porn or if I'm lucky Lucy's adventures filled the requirement but sometimes I'd had to resort to staring at dildos to get my release.
Dr Ward went on to explain that I was to treat symbols of black cocks almost as objects of religious worship. Dildos, she explained were the best things to use for this. Not just your average sex toys either - you could make your own, larger even than life. And comparison was an important part of this philosophy.
"If you ever miss a single opportunity to draw attention to your own inadequacies it is as bad as failing to praise her lovers strengths. The two go hand in hand. I know you feel humiliated, but remember it is not for that purpose but to highlight even further how amazing a powerful black cock is. The puniness of your pale little willy contrasts perfectly with his hard dark muscular rod. It is your job to draw attention to this and you will feel better than waiting for others to notice it once you have become used to it."
The next part of the evening was spent with Dr Ward showing me a simple way to worship black cock, followed by a grander example. First I had to walk around the room finding the many huge black dildos that were arranged on desks, shelves, even one which I found fallen under a desk. I had a pot of toy cleaner with me and had to use my hands and the fluid to clean each massive rubber cock.
"Good, nice and clean," said Dr Ward after I finished the first one, "What else must we remember? Who's black, who's white? Who's big, who's small?"
I took the hint and improvising, held the dildo against my pubic bone and pointed it down so that my it utterly dwarfed my penis. I pulled myself out so you could see, otherwise I was literally eclipsed by the big cock.
"Very good. Worship those cocks". said the doctor before I heard Cara's voice add that I looked really small compared to it. "Your willy is barely there".
"It's there as much as it ever was" said Dr Ward, "It's just dwarfed, as it always is and should be".
I repeated the ritual of cleaning each dildo before humiliating myself with it. All this seemed quite normal compared to the finale.
Dr Ward explained that while today's exercise showed how easy it is to worship black cock, once in a while the opportunity may arise to do so in a bigger and better way. The actual events that followed are something of a blur, I can't remember much about what she told me, or what I thought about it but whatever was said I spent the next thirty minutes stripped naked, riding a rodeo machine. Except this one was shaped like a huge black cock made of leather. The cock was angled up slightly, and without any thing to grab it with I had to lean forward and grab it with my arms. They barely went around it, and my face ended up pressed against the head of the cock! Cara and the doctor both found my attempts to ride it hilarious but the strange thing is so did I. I fell completely off three times, and Cara would help me re-mount, her hands on my ass and even my balls at one point as she tried to push me up.
"Come on, worship that cock!" She laughed.
"Cara, this is serious" said Dr Ward, "although it does look funny". Both women laughed again as i gripped the massive leather cock with my knees and hung on for dear life. The thought of Lucy riding James’ cock back home, her cunt flooding with his black seed at the same moment as I clung on to this ridiculous contraption was humiliating but I couldn’t help seeing it as a challenge.
Eventually I got the hang of it enough to sit upright for a short ride. That's were the photo in Lucy's scrap book of me riding a six foot black cock with a huge grin on my face came from. At last, the speed was turned down to a gentle rock and I was encouraged to actively hump the cock as it rocked me to orgasm.
"Differential?" joked Dr Ward
"Even I don't know this one" I panted, "a million times bigger than me?" We laughed but a few more pushes of my hips on the slowly revolving cock made me cum so hard I almost slid off the end.
Cara and the Doctor both helped me down and Cara wiped the cum off my penis and belly, before turning to work on the machine.
"You weren't bad at that", said Dr Ward, "not for a first time. We have a little competition in the summer. Top prize for the longest ride on full power is a weekend's break at an interracial club on the coast. There's also a prize for the fastest orgasm. I think you'd have a shot at that with a bit more practise."
I wasn't sure about that - the one thing I had managed to avoid being subjected too so far was humiliation sessions with other cuckolds present, despite Lucy's urgings. I'd only really been around them at parties and although I'd been roped into coming third out of six in a who's got the tiniest penis competition organised by the girls at one, I preferred to keep my experiences as private as was practical.
I changed and returned to take my leave. Dr Ward handed me a package.
"In there you will find a dictaphone. Or perhaps you should call it a willyaphone. For homework you and your wife will find an hour's time in the next fortnight to discuss your mutual and separate feelings about your willy. I know you both realise it's too small, so there's a start. You will record this conversation as proof. I promise you will be surprised how useful it is to get things off your chest, and I think we should all be rather enlightened as to you wife's opinions."
I took the package, said my goodbyes and headed for the car a little gingerly.
By Thomas & Lucy
It was a Wednesday night in winter. I locked my car and walked towards the college. They had evening classes tonight, but mine was a little different. I visited Dr Ward's Cuckold Clinic twice a month. I remember the line under their leaflet that Lucy picked up said "enjoying shame". I think that sums up Wednesday nights. I never want to come but somehow it is usually a powerful experience. On this occasion Cara, Dr Ward's young student nurse met me on the way in, already in her nurse uniform.
"I'm a bit late today" she said. "How are you? Done your homework?"
"I'm fine. And yes I've done it." I didn't want to continue that line of conversation where we might be overheard, since my homework had involved carrying a big black dildo around with both hands for an entire day on the weekend. I was in the house all day of course, but it was still a strange experience not putting this thing down from morning to night, except to pee. For everything else I had to struggle or rely on Lucy’s help.
I knew the theme of today's clinic was black cock worship - and not the sort Lucy does on her hands and knees with James - this was me doing the worship. I'm 100% straight but by now was used to seeing other men’s cocks - on film, in pictures, even real life. In James' case I'd seen his in action with Lucy more than my own. I'd come to admire black cocks as things of beauty and enjoyed the humiliation of comparing my self to them. That was a regular feature of the clinic, though in contrast to Lucy's warm, loving teasing, Dr Ward's cold demeanour and Cara's giggling made this place particularly humiliating and I never grew comfortable with it.
We reached the clinic and I went straight to the cloakroom to change into my clinic uniform - pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt decorated with cartoon erect black cocks and flaccid white dicks. The middle aged Dr Ward, casually dressed as usual welcomed me as I returned. I noticed that the usual bank of desks was missing an there was something covered with a sheet in their place in the middle of the room. After discussing how my homework went Dr Ward introduced the theme of the evening.
"Cuckolds have a responsibility to worship black cock, not just to passively watch their partners do it. I don't mean you have to be gay", she said dismissing my attempt at an objection, "but you have to express your admiration for the power of big black cocks more openly. We all know you admire them. You must admit it publicly and be seen to express it physically. Not through contact with them, they are bulls, they are too busy with your wife. But through contact with representations - dildos for instance. I believe you have become acquainted with the joys of strap-ons, but you can also deep throat a dildo. You can where clothes such as your pyjamas there which depict the size difference. Don't let a single opportunity to have your photo taken alongside a black man for a comparison portrait be missed. That is a tribute to his power over you. Read books, watch interracial porn, but concentrate on the cocks more. Remember the black cock view rule".
That was a rule which forbid me to masturbate unless there was a black cock or and image of a black cock in my line of vision. Usually porn or if I'm lucky Lucy's adventures filled the requirement but sometimes I'd had to resort to staring at dildos to get my release.
Dr Ward went on to explain that I was to treat symbols of black cocks almost as objects of religious worship. Dildos, she explained were the best things to use for this. Not just your average sex toys either - you could make your own, larger even than life. And comparison was an important part of this philosophy.
"If you ever miss a single opportunity to draw attention to your own inadequacies it is as bad as failing to praise her lovers strengths. The two go hand in hand. I know you feel humiliated, but remember it is not for that purpose but to highlight even further how amazing a powerful black cock is. The puniness of your pale little willy contrasts perfectly with his hard dark muscular rod. It is your job to draw attention to this and you will feel better than waiting for others to notice it once you have become used to it."
The next part of the evening was spent with Dr Ward showing me a simple way to worship black cock, followed by a grander example. First I had to walk around the room finding the many huge black dildos that were arranged on desks, shelves, even one which I found fallen under a desk. I had a pot of toy cleaner with me and had to use my hands and the fluid to clean each massive rubber cock.
"Good, nice and clean," said Dr Ward after I finished the first one, "What else must we remember? Who's black, who's white? Who's big, who's small?"
I took the hint and improvising, held the dildo against my pubic bone and pointed it down so that my it utterly dwarfed my penis. I pulled myself out so you could see, otherwise I was literally eclipsed by the big cock.
"Very good. Worship those cocks". said the doctor before I heard Cara's voice add that I looked really small compared to it. "Your willy is barely there".
"It's there as much as it ever was" said Dr Ward, "It's just dwarfed, as it always is and should be".
I repeated the ritual of cleaning each dildo before humiliating myself with it. All this seemed quite normal compared to the finale.
Dr Ward explained that while today's exercise showed how easy it is to worship black cock, once in a while the opportunity may arise to do so in a bigger and better way. The actual events that followed are something of a blur, I can't remember much about what she told me, or what I thought about it but whatever was said I spent the next thirty minutes stripped naked, riding a rodeo machine. Except this one was shaped like a huge black cock made of leather. The cock was angled up slightly, and without any thing to grab it with I had to lean forward and grab it with my arms. They barely went around it, and my face ended up pressed against the head of the cock! Cara and the doctor both found my attempts to ride it hilarious but the strange thing is so did I. I fell completely off three times, and Cara would help me re-mount, her hands on my ass and even my balls at one point as she tried to push me up.
"Come on, worship that cock!" She laughed.
"Cara, this is serious" said Dr Ward, "although it does look funny". Both women laughed again as i gripped the massive leather cock with my knees and hung on for dear life. The thought of Lucy riding James’ cock back home, her cunt flooding with his black seed at the same moment as I clung on to this ridiculous contraption was humiliating but I couldn’t help seeing it as a challenge.
Eventually I got the hang of it enough to sit upright for a short ride. That's were the photo in Lucy's scrap book of me riding a six foot black cock with a huge grin on my face came from. At last, the speed was turned down to a gentle rock and I was encouraged to actively hump the cock as it rocked me to orgasm.
"Differential?" joked Dr Ward
"Even I don't know this one" I panted, "a million times bigger than me?" We laughed but a few more pushes of my hips on the slowly revolving cock made me cum so hard I almost slid off the end.
Cara and the Doctor both helped me down and Cara wiped the cum off my penis and belly, before turning to work on the machine.
"You weren't bad at that", said Dr Ward, "not for a first time. We have a little competition in the summer. Top prize for the longest ride on full power is a weekend's break at an interracial club on the coast. There's also a prize for the fastest orgasm. I think you'd have a shot at that with a bit more practise."
I wasn't sure about that - the one thing I had managed to avoid being subjected too so far was humiliation sessions with other cuckolds present, despite Lucy's urgings. I'd only really been around them at parties and although I'd been roped into coming third out of six in a who's got the tiniest penis competition organised by the girls at one, I preferred to keep my experiences as private as was practical.
I changed and returned to take my leave. Dr Ward handed me a package.
"In there you will find a dictaphone. Or perhaps you should call it a willyaphone. For homework you and your wife will find an hour's time in the next fortnight to discuss your mutual and separate feelings about your willy. I know you both realise it's too small, so there's a start. You will record this conversation as proof. I promise you will be surprised how useful it is to get things off your chest, and I think we should all be rather enlightened as to you wife's opinions."
I took the package, said my goodbyes and headed for the car a little gingerly.
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