Alpha fucks, beta cucks.
Goddess Lucia, draped elegantly on her opulent throne, beckoned the well-endowed alpha named Malik over to her side with a sultry glance. Her beta sub, a man used to control in every other aspect of his life, was tethered nearby, his chastity device firmly in place. His eyes, a mix of fear and arousal, darted between Lucia and Malik, apprehending the scene that was about to unfold.
"You always talk big, don't you, beta?" Lucia teased, her fingers lightly tracing the prominent bulge in Malik's pants. "Well, today you'll see what a real man looks like. And if you're lucky, you might even get a taste."
She slowly unzipped Malik's pants, revealing his impressive BBC, hard and eager for attention. Malik shot the beta a smug smirk, his dominance evident. Lucia took a moment to admire Malik's girth and length before gently stroking it, every touch eliciting a groan from both men for entirely different reasons.
"Look at it," Lucia instructed her beta, her voice dripping with disdain. "See the difference? This is why you're in chastity. You could never measure up."
The beta's face flushed with humiliation, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene. Lucia leaned in, her tongue teasing the tip of Malik's member before taking him fully into her mouth. She moved expertly, the sounds of her enjoyment filling the room.
The beta's restraint was tested to the limit as he watched, the chastity device growing increasingly uncomfortable. Lucia, however, was fully engrossed in her task, her eyes occasionally glancing over to ensure her beta was watching every tantalizing detail.
After a few intense moments, Lucia pulled back, her lips glossy. "Do you want to try, beta? Want to see if you can do half as good a job?"
The beta, overwhelmed by the combination of his Goddess's taunts and the sight before him, could only nod.
Lucia motioned him over, and hesitantly, the beta approached, kneeling before Malik. "Now, worship," Lucia ordered.
The beta, his face a mix of humiliation and eagerness, took Malik into his mouth, trying his best to emulate Lucia's earlier display. The taste and feel were foreign to him, but under Lucia's watchful eye, he pressed on.
After a few minutes, Lucia pulled the beta away, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Not bad, but you'll never be a match for me. Remember this moment, beta. Remember how it feels to be humiliated, to be shown your place."
And with that, Lucia resumed her attention on Malik, leaving the beta to watch, burning with humiliation and a strange, newfound craving. The lesson was clear: in Goddess Lucia's world, betas always played second fiddle
Goddess Lucia stood before her sub, who was tightly restrained and clearly on the edge of arousal. Dressed in tantalizing lingerie that left little to the imagination, Lucia exuded an aura of untouchable allure.
"Look at you, so desperate, so close," she teased, circling him. "You want release, don't you?"
He nodded vigorously, unable to speak but his eyes screaming his desire.
"Well," she drawled, "I suppose you've earned a bit of a treat. But it'll be on my terms. I'm going to count down from ten, and if you've pleased me enough, you may just get what you're aching for."
His body tensed at her words, and Lucia smiled, reveling in her control. She started the countdown.
"Ten," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Nine," she continued, each number accompanied by a teasing stroke.
With each number, his breathing quickened, his muscles tensed, and the room's tension became palpable. Lucia delighted in drawing out each moment, each second a mix of agony and ecstasy for her willing victim.
"Three. Two," Lucia’s voice was almost a whisper now, her eyes locked onto his, gauging his desperation. "One."
He looked at her pleadingly, his entire body on high alert.
Lucia paused, letting the moment hang in the air like a storm cloud. Then she finally said, "Cum for me now."
With a moan of relief, he reached climax, the culmination of Lucia's deliciously torturous countdown. The release was explosive, a tribute to her power and control.
"As you clean up," she cooed, "remember how I own even this—the most basic and primal of your functions. Every part of you belongs to me."
As he nodded, still recovering from the intensity of his experience, Lucia smiled. Another soul completely under her spell, another desire twisted into devotion.
Goddess has a little challenge for you beta.
Let’s see how obedient you are… Goddess Lucia will tease you but you are not allowed to see her. Your eyes will only be on alphas cock. You must follow every instruction Goddess gives you. Your reward? You will get to taste alphas delicious cum.
This is now your time to prove your gay training is paying off. Will you pass
Goddess Lucia flounced into the room, her pink skirt swaying with each step, her high heels tapping with a sense of entitled urgency. She had that classic brat-girl attitude, the type that made you want to spoil her just to earn a fleeting moment of her attention.
"Finally, you're here," she scoffed, snapping her gum as she looked down at her sub who was already on his knees, a position he assumed the moment he heard her heels clicking toward him. "Took you long enough."
"Sorry, Goddess," he muttered, his eyes downcast.
"Whatever. Apology not accepted," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "You should know better than to keep me waiting."
She circled around him, her eyes scanning him dismissively. "I'm bored, and when I'm bored, I like to shop. So, I think it's time for a little tribute, don't you?"
Her sub nodded, immediately taking out his phone to transfer money into her account. Lucia smirked when she heard the familiar ping of a received payment.
"Good boy," she cooed condescendingly. "Now, let's talk about what you're going to do to entertain me. Any ideas?"
He looked up hesitantly. "Maybe I could—"
She cut him off. "Nope, wrong answer. I've already decided. You're going to sit there and admire how amazing I am while I ignore you and shop online with your money."
She plopped herself on a luxurious couch and started browsing through her phone, utterly ignoring the man who was desperate for even a second of her attention.
Lucia laughed to herself as she added items to her cart, her sub watching her, captivated yet ignored. "God, it must be so hard being so obsessed with someone as bratty as me."
His eyes remained on her, knowing that his Goddess was right. Lucia was a brat, but she was his brat, and that's what made all the humiliation worthwhile.
Goddess Lucia strutted into the lavishly decorated room, her eyes not even glancing at her kneeling sub as she passed him. Today was a day for the ignore fetish, a special kind of humiliation that he found oddly exhilarating.
Taking a seat on her opulent velvet chaise, Lucia crossed her legs and pulled out her phone, immediately engrossed in her social media feeds. Her sub watched her every move, even though she was acting as if he was completely invisible. The sting of being ignored by someone so captivating was both a torment and a thrill.
Lucia chuckled at something on her screen, her laughter filling the room but not directed at him in any way. It was as if he was a mere piece of furniture, present but utterly inconsequential.
"Ugh, so many losers trying to get my attention," she mumbled to herself, scrolling through her messages and admirers on her phone, paying her submissive no mind.
His heart sank a little. He wished he could be the one to make her laugh or smile, but today, his role was to be unseen, to be a nobody. It was excruciating and yet he couldn't look away. His entire existence reduced to being a silent observer of her life, and nothing more.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucia put down her phone and stretched, making no move to acknowledge his presence. Then, she got up and sauntered out of the room, her heels clicking away in a rhythm that seemed to echo the emptiness he felt from being so thoroughly ignored.
And even after she left the room, he remained in his position, still hopeful for even a sliver of attention. But sometimes, the most intense form of domination was to be completely and utterly disregarded, and Goddess Lucia was a master of this craft.
Goddess Lucia stepped into her dungeon, her voluptuous breasts barely contained in a low-cut, skin-tight corset. Her sub, already bound and gagged, looked up at her with wide eyes, fixated on her heaving cleavage.
"Can't take your eyes off them, can you?" she taunted, sauntering closer to where he was restrained. "Well, today, you're going to worship them. But in a way you've never experienced before."
With that, Lucia began to jump lightly, her breasts bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm that immediately captured her sub's full attention. "You like this, don't you, you little pervert? Watch them bounce."
As Lucia continued her movements, her sub's eyes followed the captivating jiggle of her breasts, his arousal growing palpable despite his restraints.
Lucia stopped, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Do you want to touch? To feel how soft and bountiful they are?"
The sub nodded frantically, moaning through his gag.
"Too bad," Lucia sneered, stepping back to admire the frustration evident on his face. "The closest you'll get to these bouncing beauties is by watching and yearning."
With a cruel laugh, Lucia began to jump again, this time with even more vigor, her breasts bouncing wildly, stealing his breath away with each movement.
"Ah, look at you," Lucia cooed, finally ceasing her activity and gazing down at her sub, who was now visibly aching for release. "So desperate, so pathetic. Send a generous tribute, and maybe—just maybe—I'll consider letting you see them again."
And with that, Lucia turned and walked away, the sway of her breasts a lingering promise and torment, leaving her sub in a state of agonized desire. His worship had reached new heights, but his satisfaction remained, as ever, completely at her mercy
Goddess Lucia sat in her plush chair, her sub on his knees before her. Her lips were a work of art, full and plush, painted with a glossy red lipstick that caught the light every time she spoke or smiled.
"You've been staring at my lips all evening, haven't you?" Lucia cooed, puckering her lips and blowing him a teasing kiss.
"Yes, Goddess," he admitted, his voice shaky.
"Would you like to get closer? To perhaps feel them, or would that be too much for your weak self to handle?"
The submissive nodded vigorously, captivated by the thought.
Lucia leaned in, letting her lips hover just inches from his face. "Since you're so enamored, you're going to worship them. But you're going to do it my way."
With that, she slowly and deliberately began applying another coat of lipstick, her sub watching every stroke with bated breath. The smell of the cosmetic filled the air, sweet and intoxicating.
"See how they glisten? How full and perfect they are?" she taunted. "You could never resist them. Now, kiss them, but gently. Don't smudge my perfection."
Tentatively, he pressed his lips against hers, the touch electrifying, the taste of her lipstick a blend of fruitiness and sheer feminine power.
"That's it. Good boy," she said, pulling back. "Your little fetish makes you so easy to control. Every time you think of lips now, you'll think of mine, and you'll remember how weak they make you."
Lucia laughed softly, her glossy lips curving into a smile that was both angelic and devilish. "Don't forget to send your tribute. It'll be the Lip Tax."
As he scurried away to comply, Lucia licked her lips, savoring her power, knowing she had implanted a craving in him that only she could satisfy.
Goddess Lucia, dressed in a scandalously tight and low-cut dress, strutted into the room where her sub, a meek cuckold, awaited her commands. Behind her followed Malik, a well-endowed black man whose presence alone exuded virility.
"Look at this," Lucia cooed, taking Malik's arm and standing him beside her submissive. "This is what a real man looks like. Compare yourself. Go on, take a look."
The cuckold glanced down and immediately felt inadequate, his own small size a cruel joke next to Malik's impressive endowment.
"Pathetic," Lucia sneered, her eyes locking onto her sub. "This is why you're never going to satisfy me like he can."
She gestured to Malik, who unzipped his pants to reveal his arousal, standing tall and proud. "Now, worship it. Show some respect for a superior cock."
Eyes filled with humiliation but also an odd sense of excitement, the cuckold knelt down and began to reverently touch, then stroke Malik's size. His fingers couldn't even close all the way around the girth.
"That's it, appreciate what you can never be," Lucia taunted. "Does it make you feel inferior? Good. It should."
The cuckold's hands shook as he continued his worship, part of him shattered by his own inadequacy, another part strangely thrilled by his own degradation.
"As you stroke him, remember your place," Lucia said, her voice cold but oddly thrilling. "This is the closest you'll ever get to being a man like Malik. Your role is to worship, to serve, and to be grateful that you're even allowed in the same room as a cock like this."
Humiliated but entirely captivated, the cuckold complied, a living testament to his own inadequacy and Lucia's cruel dominance. And in that moment, he understood his place more than ever: forever a cuck, forever inferior, forever in the shadow of men who could please Goddess Lucia in ways he could only dream of.
So you want to be a cuckold?
I'll train you to be a good cuck. First, I will teach you what your tasks will be while REAL MEN fuck me. You're not here for your skills in bed, but to serve and clean up.
You can start by checking your DM's and purchasing the video.
Goddess Lucia stood in the middle of her lavishly adorned boudoir, a smile of anticipation on her lips. Surrounding her were racks of frilly dresses, lingerie, and an impressive array of cosmetics. Her sub stood nervously at the entrance, awed by the array of feminine accoutrements.
"You're going to make a lovely little sissy for me, aren't you?" Lucia cooed, patting the spot next to her.
"Yes, Goddess," he replied, taking tentative steps towards her.
Lucia picked up a frilly pink dress with a flourish. "Step into your new life. Don't be scared; embrace who you are inside."
Nervously, he slipped into the dress. Lucia took her time zipping him up, making sure to catch his eyes in the mirror as she transformed him.
"Now for makeup," she declared, taking a seat and guiding him to sit opposite her. With the precision of an artist, she applied eyeliner, mascara, and a vivid pink lipstick that made his lips look irresistibly kissable. "You're already a fucking slut, but now you look the part too."
His eyes met hers through the mirror, filled with a mix of humiliation and burgeoning self-acceptance.
Lucia took a step back, admiring her work. "Look at you, my pretty little sissy. You're almost unrecognizable. Do you like what you see?"
The sub nodded, overwhelmed by his transformation. "Yes, Goddess. I never thought I could look like this."
"That's because you lacked the imagination and the courage," Lucia chided, her voice dripping with condescendence. "But don't worry, you're my little project now. And there's so much more to come."
As he looked at his reflection, clothed in femininity and kneeling at the feet of his Goddess, he realized that he was embarking on a journey of self-discovery, guided by the only woman who could truly unlock his sissy potential.
Goddess Lucia reclined elegantly on her luxurious chaise lounge, her fiery eyes locked onto her sub, who was restrained and helpless before her. She had been teasing him for what felt like an eternity—light strokes, sweet whispers, and intoxicating visuals—but never allowing him the release he so desperately craved.
"Look at you," Lucia sneered, her fingers dancing tantalizingly close to his throbbing erection. "So desperate for a climax. Do you think you deserve it?"
His eyes met hers, a cocktail of lust and desperation. "Please, Goddess, let me cum."
Her laughter filled the room, a dark symphony of his denial. "Oh, you think begging will earn you a reprieve? That's cute."
With a devilish grin, Lucia resumed her strokes, her touch maddeningly light yet devastatingly powerful. He gasped and moaned, each touch bringing him closer to the edge, but Lucia was a master at her craft.
Just as he felt like he could take no more, like the inferno within him would consume him, Lucia's touch vanished. His eyes snapped open, meeting her smug gaze.
"Denied," she cooed, pulling her hand away just as he was about to explode. "Your orgasm belongs to me, and you'll only release when I deem it so."
He whimpered, his body shaking with unsatisfied desire, but Lucia simply smiled. "Oh, don't look so broken. The longer I make you wait, the more heavenly—or hellish—it will be."
And so, his torment continued, each second under Lucia's control a lesson in both ecstasy and agony. A twisted game with no end in sight, and he was her willing pawn.
Goddess Lucia sauntered into the dimly lit room, each step a symphony of power as her high heels clicked authoritatively against the hardwood floor. The red stilettos, with their cruelly pointed toes and sky-high heels, were weapons of humiliation and desire, and her sub knew it all too well.
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice as sharp as her heels. Her submissive scrambled to obey, his eyes locking onto the pair of high heels that he adored and feared in equal measure.
With a sly smile, Lucia extended her leg, dangling one red stiletto precariously off her perfectly pedicured toes. "You want to worship these heels, don't you? You pathetic fucking foot freak."
"Yes, Goddess," he stammered, his eyes filled with a desperate yearning.
"Then open that wallet and send me a tribute first. Consider it the entry fee to the temple of your humiliation."
He quickly complied, and the sound of a payment notification echoed through the room. Lucia grinned, satisfied. "Good boy. Now you may kiss."
Quivering with anticipation, he leaned in to press his lips reverently to the sharp tip of her stiletto. The leather was smooth and warm, but the experience was humbling—erotic yet degrading.
Lucia laughed. "You're so weak for these heels, so easy to manipulate. You're fucking lucky you're useful to me."
As he continued his devoted worship, licking the soles and even the spiky heels, Lucia looked down at him, her face a blend of amusement and contempt.
"Pathetic," she sneered, pulling her foot away and letting her heel fall back into place. "But don't worry, your infatuation funds my lifestyle. It's a win-win, don't you think?"
He nodded, humbled and broken, yet more addicted to her than ever. It was a cruel cycle, but one he could never escape—not that he wanted to.
Goddess Lucia strutted into the room, her skimpy thong barely containing her plump, jiggly ass. Her sub was already on the floor, his eyes wide and mouth watering as he watched her approach.
"Time for a little game," Lucia cooed, positioning herself above his face. "Let's see how long you can last under my magnificent ass. And let me be clear, if it makes your little dick twitch, you owe me."
With that, she descended, her cheeks enveloping his face in a soft, fleshly embrace. The room reverberated with the sound of her ass jiggling upon impact, a decadent slapping that signaled both his humiliation and her pleasure.
"Feel that?" she laughed, gyrating on his face. "That's the feeling of you being smothered by something you'll never truly have but can't help but want."
He tried to reply, but his words were muffled, buried beneath her voluptuous curves. Lucia felt him twitch beneath her, both his struggle for air and his undeniable arousal evident.
"Ah, felt that twitch, you fucking perv," Lucia said, lifting her ass for a split second to let him catch a breath. "Looks like someone owes me. Time to send that tribute, and don't you dare skimp."
As he gasped for air, Lucia checked her phone and saw the notification—a generous tribute had just landed in her account. Satisfied, she lowered her ass back onto his face, continuing his heavenly torment.
"Good boy," she purred. "Remember, each twitch comes with a price, but it's a price you're more than willing to pay."
Halloween month bitches. I'm going to be the devil on your shoulder convincing your to do things.
Goddess Lucia sat on her leather throne, a wicked smile gracing her lips as she looked down at her two subs—one male, one female—kneeling before her. "You two are here to entertain me, got it?"
"Yes, Goddess," they muttered in unison.
She looked pointedly at the male. "You claim to be so straight, but today, you're going to suck his cock. Do it well, and you might earn a treat from me."
His eyes widened, a mix of horror and arousal flooding his face. "But Goddess, I've never—"
"Did I fucking stutter?" Lucia cut him off. "Get to work."
The male sub looked hesitantly at his fellow sub, who was already erect in anticipation. Finally, he leaned forward and tentatively took him in his mouth, his cheeks flushing with humiliation as he did.
Lucia watched, utterly amused, as the male sub awkwardly tried to navigate this new territory. "Oh, you look so pathetic. Unsure of your sexual standing now, aren't we? Just imagine all your friends seeing you now."
He hesitated but didn't dare pull away, increasing his pace to bring the other man closer to climax.
"See, you're getting the hang of it. Maybe you're not as straight as you thought," Lucia taunted, her eyes twinkling with cruel satisfaction.
As the kneeling male brought the other to orgasm, Lucia laughed, her voice filled with derision. "There you go, finally good for something. Now swallow it all, you bi-curious little bitch."
Humbled, degraded, but oddly aroused, he complied, the taste serving as a lasting reminder of his humiliation under Goddess Lucia's cruel dominion.
Goddess Lucia lounged elegantly in her lavish chamber, her lace lingerie leaving little to the imagination. Her sub, bound and blindfolded on the bed below her, squirmed in anticipation.
"You've been a naughty boy," she purred, straddling his face. "Think you can handle what's coming?" Without waiting for a reply, she lowered her glistening pussy onto his mouth, smothering him with her wetness.
"Mmm, fucking taste me," she moaned, grinding against his desperate tongue. "That's it, lap it all up, you filthy slut."
He tried to gasp for air, but Lucia was relentless. "Breathe in my scent, my essence. This is where you fucking belong."
She rode his face, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room, her pleasure building with every passing second. "Fuck, I'm close," Lucia growled, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
His muffled moans vibrated against her, sending her over the edge. As her climax washed over her, Lucia lifted herself, allowing her sub to finally breathe, his face glistening with her juices.
"Remember this taste," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. "It's the taste of a Goddess."
Look at you, so pathetically small. Did you think you could ever satisfy her? She's out tonight with a real man, relishing a cock that truly fills her up. Can't you imagine it? Each thrust reminding her of what she's been missing. She won't even have to fake her moans, something she often does with you, I'm sure. And when she comes back, glowing with the satisfaction you've never given her, you'll be confronted with your own inadequacy. Your humiliation will be complete, and your servitude to Goddess Lucia, even more binding. Yes, your tiny cock is why you're a cuckold, forever in service to a goddess you can't satisfy but can only worship.
Triggered beta?
it is so easy to trigger you... All you are good for is getting boners and jerking off. But that's until you met me, cause now I tell you when you get to stroke your small cock and when you are allowed to cum.
That's if I haven't locked your shrimp dick in a chastity cage
