When Is A Cuckolding Issue A ‘Me Problem’?
I’d like to start by saying that I’m a very happy man living my best life with the amazing @MrsBR_Saiph as her chaste cuckold. But how did we get to this magical happy cuckold utopia, and is it pure bliss all the time?
Both answers are intertwined. Finding a consistent sense of joy about our version of cuckolding (for me, and therefore for her) took a while. And, nothing on this earth is pure bliss all the time. I say ‘our version’ because every couple walks their own path in this, and all facets of their relationship.
Initially, we were both shocked at how many issues I had. If my issues hadn’t resulted in such emotionally unpleasant experiences for us both, some of the things that sent me off the rails would be laughable. But, they were not nice, and nobody was laughing. We laugh now about the hors d’oeuvre tray incident as we’ve come to call it, but it’s one of the very few.
Now, even after so very many incredible cuckolding experiences, amazing bulls, and my complete certainty that I am living as I was always meant to be—a chaste cuckold, neither of us can let our hands off the wheel (for long). Just like driving (don’t tell me you haven’t at least once lol). The road looks straight, there are no visible potholes, and the lines are freshly painted and clear to see, but accidents can always happen. Unlike my country road daily commute where I’m most likely to get hit by a deer, in cuckolding it’s the bull effect causing the crash.
I still, on a rare occasion, wobble, and even rarer yet, go off the rails. When I do, I try so very hard to practice what we (I) have learned along the way to our relative success at navigating this lifestyle.
-Remember she loves me. We don’t play to hurt me. I’m a cuck because I want to be a cuck.
-Don’t let things fester.
-Communicate immediately any concern/feeling, no matter how embarrassed I am at having that feeling.
-Remember she loves me. We don’t play to hurt me. I’m a cuck because I want to be a cuck.
-When we talk it out, keep my shit under control and rejoice in the fact that she is trying so very hard to help me/us understand my feeling and work towards a solution. So… talk quietly, and in a controlled fashion. Keep it as a conversation. She knows I’m upset, I don’t need to yell.
-Remember she loves me!
Sounds like I’ve got it figured out eh? I don’t, but I do try so very hard to heed my own hard-learned advice.
When I do, it’s only a ‘wobble’. The ‘Me Problem’ becomes an ‘Us Problem’ in all the good ways. It starts with our tears and ends with hugs and kisses (and if I’m lucky some time with my head between her legs). She is an incredibly intelligent woman, with layers of perception, understanding, empathy, and compassion I could only ever dream of having. She transforms my wobble into a loving, caring moment for us to explore the nuances of ourselves and our complex lifestyle, and always makes me feel like a fucking champ when we’re done. It’s amazing, and she leaves me gobsmacked every time. I can’t say this enough—‘What a woman!’
When I don’t, it’s a horrible train wreck. And that is a ‘Me Problem’ but unfortunately in a bad way, it becomes an ‘Us Problem’ too. Because, when I don’t follow my rules I hurt her emotionally. That’s shitty, and that makes me… well let’s just say I have lots of words for that man in me. After all, I’ll give you one guess as to who the guy was that asked (begged) to get his dick locked up and cuckolded?
See, here’s the thing. When she hurts me emotionally, or I feel insecure, or something else creeps in, it is never intentional on her part. She is a woman, a mother, my soulmate, and a human. I am a human. Our being human means she doesn’t always get things right, and for me means most times I’m not looking at things clearly or from all angles. That’s why I have my list of rules.
I’ve often said to her that someday I’ll write a book about our journey just because there were so many surprise train wrecks and so many learning points along the way. However, I likely won’t because there are more than enough podcasts and books covering this already. I’ll stick to keeping my filthy mind in the gutter with my next raunchy story, and do the occasional blog post such as this.
And yeah, the point of this post, well… I can’t tell you what is or is not a ‘Me Problem’ because for us to have found the success we now enjoy in cuckolding, everything is an ‘Us Problem’. And when the next problem arises, we both can only hope and pray that I follow my list of rules. She deserves that. She deserves the very utmost best version of me, no matter what.
The End.
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