Cuck Talk (#2: Silver)

So cuck stuff is hot. From every angle. We’ve established that. But what I’ve been thinking of lately is a very specific angle. (This is going to be the first of many cuck-related fantasies and memories that I share here over the next few weeks.)

In this scenario I’m warping some of the roles a little. A lot of cuck stories turn me off because of the implication that someone is “winning” or in a more desirable position. The reality is that if it’s done well EVERYONE IS WINNING. Each participant is turned on by their role. No role is inherently dominant, or inherently degrading, those things are only added if you find them appealing. Long time friends might remember the seeds of this story from one of my side-blogs on tumblr, it’s a fantasy about a girl named Silver.

I was considering the truth that there are folks who kink on everything under the sun. For me being impressive, or being special, or my partner’s favourite, is a huge kink. So many of the things that push my buttons play with these ideas. And it got me thinking how there’s gotta be an equally twisted girl out there who kinks on being Second Best. Do you see my vision?

Me (Daddy’s favourite) and Silver (not anyone’s favourite) sharing my very hot, masculine lesbian Daddy. This one is easy to imprint on my current relationship because I’m poly, and my girlfriend isn’t. So please just *imagine* the mind-fuck of her being all “I think you’re right, I want to give poly a try!” And then me having to be fucking cool about it because I’m the experienced one??? Gahhhhhhhh.

In this fantasy I’m huffy about Daddy having a new toy, so I give her the nickname Silver to remind her of her place as second. Daddy thinks it’s cute when I scowl about it. But that doesn’t stop her from fawning over Silver and calling her a good girl, Daddy’s a gentleman after all.

In real life I’m always Good Cop, and a kind metamour. Other than enjoying edging people (more on that in another post), I’m a pretty nurturing top; I wanna make my bottoms feel good and loved. There aren’t many situations that bring out my sadistic side, but Silver does.

I’m compelled to be the mean big sister. The bully who is definitely taking advantage of the situation. I’d tell on her. I’d trip her. I’d relish in getting all the good things first. I’d laugh when she got in trouble. I would make cruel rules; I get the most, she gets what’s left. I’d sweetly offer to help her with her hair since she “doesn’t seem to know how to take care of it”. I’d edit her out of pictures. I’d make her sleep on the couch so I could have Daddy all to myself, knowing she’d be silently rubbing herself off all alone out there like the pathetic girl she is. I’d give Silver “helpful” tips, things she could do that Daddy would like. But they’d be bad intel, so she’d be embarrassed when she proudly brought in the coffee black instead of with the creamer Daddy likes. I would chastise her, “You dummy, you can’t get anything right, don’t worry Daddy I’ll take care of it.” Daddy would take pity on her and that would make me even more mad. Having to watch her sniffle while Daddy wipes her tears and tells her she did her best.

But what I would also want is for Daddy to love her. And take pity on her. And do special things with her. I’d want Daddy to be disappointed in me for making Silver cry, and punish me by having sex in the other room without me. “I was going to let you watch but you’ve been nasty to her, so you can wait out here.” The closed door would make the blood drain from my face. I would stay where I was told, but strain every cell in my ear canal to hear as much as I could. I would masturbate to this feeling for months afterward.

I guess in this situation I’m being cucked, but I feel toppy and masochistic at the same time. It’s interesting. So many opposing forces. I get to take out my jealous feelings in a way that works for the bottom (sweet Silver, who just wants to know she’ll never be good enough) and feels like static-electricity straight to my cunt. I get to be cruel and also be confronted with all kinds of masochistic feelings.

I still remember the first time I was in bed with someone who liked hearing “you’re not as pretty as that other girl” (she reads these posts… hiya cutie) and my heart stopped. I knew this was part of her dynamic with her partner but hearing the words and then seeing her response was confusing and scary and erotic. I felt like these were secrets that weren’t for me to hear. I knew enough about kink to understand that playing with real insecurities is a quick route to big feelings, it was just wild seeing it in action. And seeing the words “she’s better than you” push her over the edge into the throes of orgasm gave me a lump in my throat.

Kink is often some form of taking a real fear and playing with it in a safe, controlled way. Hearing someone get off to something so scary was hot, and it started twisting my perspective on cuck dynamics a little. Which is where Silver comes in. The thing with being “best” is you always have to worry about not being best, there’s an anxiety that lives there. I like imagining a scenario where I’m allowed to play with those anxieties, act them out in a way that actually turned other people on, even if I wasn’t “being nice”.

I squirm thinking about telling Silver that Daddy doesn’t think she’s a good kisser. Just for fun. Just to hurt her feelings. “But I could help you if you want, so you can get better.” Silver would always give me the benefit of the doubt, and I would smile and press on her sore spots. Session after session I’d make her kiss me and then scoff at her attempts, “stop moving your tongue like a dog, no wonder Daddy doesn’t like it”. I would spit in her mouth and make her say thank you. I’d make her kiss me again, and again, slower this time because “it’s not very attractive when you’re sloppy like that”. I’d make her sit with a clothespin on her tongue, drooling all over herself, tugging on it until her eyes watered. Pushing and pushing. “Don’t you want to be good for our Daddy? Doesn’t she deserve better from you?” Silver would nod, earnestly, and her devotion would send a jolt of possessive feelings through my confused and desperately turned on head.

“Be nice bunny, Silver’s not bad at everything,” Daddy would chide one day. I would feel my cheeks already getting hot. “She’s real good at sitting on my face. She doesn’t fuss like you do, she does it any time I ask actually. It’s nice.” This would cause a fire inside of my chest so hot and so fast that it would turn my ribs to ashes. My mind would race with images of her doing Daddy’s favourite thing, getting all of the praise, making Daddy so happy, being such a good pet. My throbbing wet pussy a traitor to the panic in my head.

The next time we’d fuck I’d make Daddy whisper our magic words to me over and over “You’re my favourite, baby”, but it would start to confuse me. Because I heard her whisper to Silver once “You’re my second favourite, you know?” They have their own magic words. And those words make Silver drip so wet and make her feel comforted, affirming her place in their world, just the same way I feel when Daddy reminds me I’m best. The value of the words, the magic, is the same. Equally hypnotic and electric. Equally intoxicating. We’re both being given what we like. It’s not hard to cum when you’re confused. It makes it more of a roller coaster.

I think about Silver while she’s fucking me. I wonder how she feels, how she looks. I think about Silver when I’m cumming. I think about Daddy thinking about Silver when I’m cumming. Silver doesn’t think about me at all. She just thinks about our Daddy, and how cozy it is knowing her place.

(Photos: O, Betty, Beth & Piper - Sapphic Slumber Party Details #13)