Lisa was my BBW queen and I adored her for what she was. Overtime I was able to help her build her confidence to the point where she could go out into the world and take what she wanted.
Being her cuckold was my calling, and as she embraced the femdom lifestyle, she began to love her position as the dominant one. I would do anything for her, and she knew it. Our bond had matured to the point where other men could enter our bedroom, but I could still count on her to treasure our relationship.
After being released from my bondage, I worshiped her body and prepared the house for Dallas to arrive. He was a strong, dominant man, and he was worthy of the role that he had been assigned in our session. He would receive joy that I knew I could never get from my goddess, but I knew that he was just one of the many men that would enter our lives. Lisa merely viewed them as accessories to our playtime.
These guys were just in it for fun, but to us, we were in it for the lifestyle.
