When I use the word “cuck,” I own it. I am a submissive cuckold by choice, and I’m proud of it. My wife is an up-and-coming cam model — and her success is mine, and mine is hers. Dana is the most generous wife and mistress a man could ever want. But any accomplished individual will tell you that personal triumphs often come from a place of strict personal discipline. I personally handle all of the technical details for Dana so she always looks her best online as she works on building her brand.

Allow me to gush about her: Dana is a lithe five-foot-nine with an adorable accent that suggests a pastoral upbringing in the northern English countryside. She also has these giant jugs that demand my daily worship and devotion.

As for me, I’m a skinny half-Italian dude who was raised in New Jersey. On a good day I’m five-six. But our size difference is really perfect because when she wears heels, her tits are in my face. Plus, the fantasy of the strict, busty British schoolmarm has always made my heart race, so when I met Dana I could hardly believe my luck!

Even when she’s being critical, the sound of her voice just makes me all the more eager to bend over and let her whip or cane me. I have the pleasure of serving her in other ways, too, as I experience the sweet pain of being denied my pleasure.

You see, when Dana goes live for shows, we have a protocol of sorts. When she works with other performers, I am to meet them and shake their hands — you know, the usual normal social stuff. But then Dana takes out my chastity belt.

“Dominic, come on now. No monkey business,” Dana will say, giving me a stern look.

No matter who else might be in the room, I bow my head and allow her to put me in chastity right in front of our guests. If my cock dares to spring up at any point in the process, Dana swats at my shaft and scrotum with her riding crop and says, “You get in line or you’ll feel this heat on your taint.”

I especially love when she scolds me like that!

My chastity belt was once a simple leather pouch, but to keep me even more under control, Dana insisted on some upgrades. I now wear a locking five-ring belt that some call the Gates of Hell. This device is aptly named because when my poor trapped cock tries to get hard, ruthless metal keeps my organ under control.

There’s a large metal ring that goes around the back of my balls and then four smaller metal rings that hug my shaft. If I do transgress and get stiff, there’s no hope of release unless Mistress unlocks the padlocks on my leather waist belt.

Sometimes to really put me through my paces, Dana makes use of the D-ring at the tip of my belt — near the head of my dick. Either she’ll clip on a leash and lead me around or attach a small weight to torment at my junk. She loves to do the latter and then make me sweep the floor.

But when it’s time to go on cam, she leads me — in my chastity belt — into my office where I have a closed-circuit monitor to view her studio. There my D-ring is cuffed to my desk drawer and is locked in place with another padlock. I sit and watch as other men and women fuck my wife — or as she pleases herself with big dildos and magical wands controlled remotely by guests in her chat room.

As soon as she’s done locking me in for the duration, she’ll lean down, kiss me and say, “Thank you, love.” Her tenderness might shock people who do not understand that we have a conventional marriage in every other respect.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Have a good show.”

Dana smiles at me but then for good measure usually adds a little stern retort like: “I expect you to control yourself — or so help me you’ll suffer even more.”

“Anything to please you, my love.” I reply, like the good slave I am.

From my office exile, I do my best to keep my erection at bay while I handle the lighting and ensure all the cameras are optimized. And of course, I can follow her public and private chat sessions. I love it when my wife goes private and tells the customer her cuck husband is watching.  Sometimes Dana will even break the fourth wall on camera to directly address me:

“Dominic, you better not look away while I stuff my pussy with this dong.”

“Dominic, you better take note of how good this slut eats my ass because I’ll be expecting you to do it later — and want you to do it even better.”

“Dominic, I’m going to swallow this cock — and I know you wish it was yours.”

I could reminisce all day. Dana is the ultimate dirty talker. And again, the minute I hear her voice admonishing me, I get a rush. The drive to engage with my gorgeous domme wife is unlike any other kind of bond.

I personally have never gone on camera. Well, not my face anyway. But recently Dana was speaking to a woman interested in exploring chastity with her husband, and I got to obediently show off my belt — in total silence, of course.

Do I mess up and get hard or lose control? You bet. But as Dana reminds me, our lifestyle is never about perfection so much as it is surrender. If I please her, she will please me. If I require chastisement, I know she does it out of love. I feel fortunate either way to be in such capable hands. Before I met my wife, I encountered dommes who were strikingly closed off to expressing deep emotions, and that never makes for fun play.

Anyway, my most memorable screw-up occurred during one of her threesome scenes. Dana was working with two male models. One guy was black, the other white. Now, I keep in shape and eat right as a matter of course, but these guys had Iron Man physiques and huge dicks.

I couldn’t help it. Everyone had stripped down, and I went rock-hard the minute my gorgeous Dana wrapped her pendulous breasts around one of those giant cocks. I watched as she titty-fucked them in turn and sucked on each of their shafts. And then she looked right into the front camera and spoke to me: “Dominic, use my spare key in your drawer and unlock yourself. I want you to get in here and bring the lube.”

The blood pooling in my tortured dick suddenly rushed to my head as I scrambled to obey Dana’s orders. I freed myself from the desk and ventured into the supply closet where Dana keeps all of our toys and equipment.

When I entered the room, my wife was fully nude and waiting on the bed, while the two horny studs looked on.

“Here’s the lube, my love.” I held out the bottle to her.

“You’re going to put it on me, Domenic. I need you to lube me well because these two gents and I have a private show coming up.”

I nodded and said, “I’ll be very thorough.” But of course, I slipped and stroked her clit in the process. Dana was not amused, and she swatted my hand. “I told you — no monkey business, Dominic. You don’t touch my pussy unless you’ve earned the right.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I bowed my head. “I apologize.”

“Good.” Dana said briskly. “Now lick my ass and then lube it up.”

I glanced briefly at the other men in the room. Their faces were blank.

Dana cleared her throat. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all.”

“Then get to work.” Dana tugged on the D-ring at the end of my chastity belt. “When I give you a task, it must be completed in a timely manner.”

I nodded and frantically tongued my wife’s asshole and got my hand swatted away yet again for instinctively wanting to tease her clit. That was a mistake I knew I’d regret.

“We will discuss your behavior later, Dominic,” she said sternly.

“Of course,” I responded.

“Now,” Dana gave me one of her haughty smiles. “Do you want to watch the show in here up close and see how well they fuck me? Then I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t cheat.” She tugged again on my poor dick.

I gasped and felt my knees buckle.

“W — whatever pleases you,” I sputtered.

To make a long story a little shorter, after Dana took on both monster cocks and finished her show with what was a pretty amazing facial, the guys went down the hall to use our spare bathroom to clean up, while I handled Dana’s aftercare personally.

In spite of my shorter stature, I took her in my arms and carried her to our master bath, where I turned on the shower. Still caged in my chastity device, I lathered up a sponge and meticulously washed every inch of my wife.

Dana sighed happily and reached out to run her hands through my hair.

“This feels so good,” she murmured.

I beamed, knowing she would reward my efforts. After her shower, I patted her soft skin dry and knelt down to kiss her perfectly pedicured feet.

“All set?” I asked.

“I think so,” said my smiling wife. “Stand up now.”

Anticipation made my knees feel wobbly. Dana freed me from chastity, finally letting my poor cock stand as stiff as it liked.

Dana shook her head and tsked: “Looks like you leave me no choice but to milk it dry.”

We stepped into the bedroom where she took her time sucking and stroking me while lecturing me about my behavior. But my ultimate release always comes when Dana gets out her ribbed strap-on and pegs me, which she did that night.

I groaned as my tight bottom tried to accommodate the toy’s girth — but with Dana’s encouragement, I relaxed and the entire length slid deep inside. Dana truly has a talent not only for punishment, but for knowing just how to hit my prostate until my balls are utterly drained.

Perhaps one day you’ll get to see this happen on cam. But for now, this action is just part of our extra-special backstage routine — and the show must go on!