“Here,” she said firmly, “hold my sweater too,” and handed it to me without even looking in my direction, her eyes fixed on the tall, muscular man standing across from us. As I stood there, feeling like a fool, holding her soft sweater across my arm, and her purse in my hand, she was smiling and flirting with him, with me, her husband, completely forgotten. I bowed my head in shame- this was not the first time, nor would it be the last. This is life for a beta sissy cuckold in an FLR.
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You show her plenty of attention and do many favors for her, but you’ll never get into her pants. She knows how to string a beta along. Still it’s nice to pretend that this was a date, and that you’ll be the one fucking her tonight instead of some random dude.
“Sie weiß, dass du gerne eine Beziehung mit ihr hättest. Aber das hält sie nicht davon ab, dir zu erzählen, wie viele Kerle sie gefickt haben.“
You’ve known her for years. You’ve tried working up your courage to ask her out. You thought today might be the day. But then she reminds you of how good a friend you are.
The right punishment for talking back to your Mistress