Master’s Cuckquean

I know so many woman that have husbands that don’t satisfy them so they have become cuckold wives. In all honesty the thought of making master watch another man fuck me drives me wild. He could never be a cuckold because he is a beast in more ways then one when it comes to fucking and control. I never thought of the reverse of cuckold until last weekend. Master made me his cuckquean. When he walked in the door with her on his arm the jealousy shot through my body like a bolt of lightening. She was tall and blonde and very elegant looking. Not at all like me with my dark hair and tattoos. Kneeling before them I lowered my eyes waiting for Master to tell me what to do. He ignored me completely and I could feel my blood boiling and my cunt getting wetter by the minute. Waiting is an erotic anticipation. I could hear Master kissing her and the sounds of them together just fueled the fire with in me. A fire that longed for his touch, all be it abusive, and the fire of hatred that he was touching her in a gentle way that he never did me. Finally he ordered me to sit up and pay attention. He taunted me telling me that this is the way a real woman is treated and made me watch as he made love to her over and over again. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I knew that I could not let them escape. My cunt desperately needed relief but I knew better then to touch myself without  his permission. Watching them together was agony, but what was worse was knowing that I am a slut and that the only thing I will ever know is the thrill of an abusive hand and a Master that shows no mercy.