Miss Brat sat on the edge of the bed, her phone held firmly in her hand. Her cuckold husband, caged in chastity, sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the floor, a mix of dread and humiliation already evident on his face. She knew this was her moment to assert her dominance, to remind him of his place.
“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. He slowly lifted his gaze, meeting her eyes with a mixture of fear and resignation. Miss Brat smirked, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him. She unlocked her phone and navigated to the video she had selected for today’s session.
As the video started, the room filled with the sounds of her moans and the Bull’s deep, guttural grunts. Miss Brat had made sure to record every intimate detail, ensuring that her cuckold husband would hear and see everything. The video opened with a close-up of her lips wrapped around the Bull’s massive cock, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft. “Listen carefully, my dear,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “This is what a real man sounds like. This is what a real man feels like inside me.” Her cuckold husband’s face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes darting away from the screen, but she gently turned his chin, guiding his gaze back to the phone.
The video cut to a scene where the Bull was pounding her from behind, his massive cock disappearing into her wet, eager pussy. Miss Brat’s moans were loud and uninhibited, her pleasure evident with each thrust. She zoomed in on the Bull’s cock, highlighting its size and the way it stretched her wide. Her cuckold husband’s breathing became ragged, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Isn’t he magnificent?” she cooed, her voice laced with sarcasm. “So big, so strong. Nothing like your little pecker, is it?” She reached over and patted his thigh, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “You should see the way he fills me up. It’s like nothing you could ever imagine.” The video continued, showing the Bull pulling out, his cock glistening with her juices. He then flipped her over and entered her again, this time with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her gasp. Miss Brat’s voice filled the room, her moans and pleas for more echoing off the walls.
“Look at how he fucks me,” she said, her voice a low purr. “So deep, so hard. He knows how to satisfy a woman. Unlike you, who can barely satisfy yourself, let alone me.” Her cuckold husband’s face was a mask of shame, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The video reached its climax, literally, as the Bull pulled out and came all over her face, his hot, thick load coating her skin. Miss Brat’s laughter filled the room as she showed the final shot, a close-up of her face, smeared with his cum. “Clean me up,” she ordered, her voice cold. Her cuckold husband, obedient as always, leaned forward and licked the cum from her face, his tongue moving reluctantly over her skin. Miss Brat watched him, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. This was her power, her control. And she relished every moment of it.
As the video ended, she turned to her cuckold husband, a cruel smile on her lips. “Remember this, my dear. Remember that you are nothing compared to him. You are my cuckold, my sissy, and you will always be less than the Bull. Now, get on your knees and thank me for the privilege of serving me.” Her cuckold husband, broken and humiliated, did as he was told, his voice a mere whisper as he thanked her. Miss Brat smiled, knowing that she had once again asserted her dominance and reminded him of his place in her world.