Last Night I Went On A Cuck Funded Date

Last night I had a date. My little cuckold already knew, because I told him. But he was still surprised at the gift that I gave him. Cucky had been preparing for this date for roughly a week before. He made sure I had an awesome outfit. He bought some of the essentials. He bought the Magnum condoms. He also paid for the flavored lube. Just for good measure he bought a plan B pill. And before you ask, yes this happens to me quite frequently. My cucky pays for all my dates.

Last week he made sure to order my favorite perfume. He sent the money for my mani and pedi. He also paid for my waxing appointment and my hairdresser appointment. He made sure I had plenty of my favorite shampoo and conditioner and scented body wash. He didnt leave out any details in preparing me for my date.

The night before he called and made sure to confirm the hotel room and the limo that would be picking us up for our special night. Just before my date arrived he made sure he had his best chastity device on and handed me the only key before I left. Perhaps one day he will hand that key over to my date, but he isnt ready for that just yet. And before you ask, yes I allow him to switch out his device. He is deserving of that trust, believe me.

As I was leaving for the night I could hear a small forlorn sigh escape his lips as he made his way towards the door to lock it behind me. Having a live in cuck is such a turn on really. It's like when I was a young girl of 18 and a few school nerds worshipped me incessantly and I refused them all the time. It only made them compete with each other and one up each other every day. I was so spoiled back them. Cuck nerds will always hold a special place in my heart. But Back to the story....

The date went off without a hitch, everything was perfect as it should be. When the bill came I pulled out cucky's card from my wallet and took a pic of it next to the $125 bill, plus tip of course. I sent the pic to my little cucky. Im sure it sent his knickers into knots when he saw it. Makes doing my dishes all that much more better I think. But the night was still young and I had much more to put on his card.

After leaving the restaurant, me and my date went to a few late night stores on the strip. We stopped at this boutique and I spotted an adorable purse that had a whopping price tag of $499. My date even gasped slightly. I just smiled put it on the counter and pulled out cucky's card again. And again I sent him a pic of the damage. I could almost sense his dripping from there, as being locked thats about all he could do and that made me smile.

We walked into the hotel bar not long after that and ordered a few drinks on cucky's tab. I didnt bother sending proof of that, that was vending machine money and I wasnt interested in proving that. That wouldnt even get my dishes wet. My date suggested that we retire to our room that cucky had paid for. We kissed and made out in the elevator on the way to our floor. Once exited the elevator I snapped a pic of our room door and sent that to cucky. We quickly got inside and kicked off our shoes. We poured ourselves a glass or two of the chilled champagne that was waiting on the table with some fresh flowers and chocolate dipped strawberries.

It wasnt long before the champagne starting getting to us and our amorous intentions were enhanced. The lovemaking was very passionate and at one point I wondered when security would be called by our neighbors in the rooms on either side of us. During all the noise I recorded a two second snippet for cucky and sent it. I bet when he got it he creamed his cage right then.It would be a hoot to see the look on his face, ill have to check the security cameras when I get home to make sure. But he will be gone by the time I get home anyways....he has his own place after all.But maybe one day he will be my live in and then we can have loads more fun together. Good cucks get gifts when I decide they deserve my special brand of titillating torture.