Hey, I'm Zoey, and we met a little over a month ago. And now you are helping me clean out my things from my ex boyfriend's apartment. Let me recap how we got here. I'm Zoey, you know that, and you also know that my ex boyfriend is sulking at a friend's house. Is named Daniel. And for most of our relationship, he was a good boyfriend. A little soft spoken and submissive. But he cared. He'd get me small things here and there, little surprises. We were together for about three years. Hooking up in freshman year of college. Well, things changed, big time, when he came to me with an idea about two months ago.

He wanted me to cuck him. I didn't even know what the hell he was talking about. And when he explained it I was shocked. I almost dumped him there. I couldn't believe he had these fantasies of me having with other men. Made me feel so dirty ya know? But, as I calmed down and we revisited the topic he said he had these ideas and desires for a while. And that he even started talking to a Cuckolding couple online. And that it would make our relationship more exciting.

After thinking it over for a few days, I agreed to give it a trial period. Which wasn't easy. See, apparently Cuckolding isn't just about . There's some weird BDSM/Dom and sub power dynamic at play. And while I am more outspoken than Daniel, I am by no means a sexual Dom. But he was my boyfriend and I did my damned best to degrade him when we tried. But it never felt natural for me. Hell, the first night was just me insulting him and apologizing for it immediately after over and over.

I was pretty sure this cuckolding thing wasn't going to work. But he insisted that we try it just a little longer. That we have not even introduced a bull yet. Like, where in the hell do you even find one? You don't go to the 'Bull' section of Walmart. But a mutual friend suggested you. Apparently you were fresh out of a relationship yourself and not looking for anything committal. Seemed perfect. And we had at you place and recorded it for Daniel to watch later. And...it was nice. The was good and I was just thinking that maybe, just maybe, that we could make this cuckolding thing work. After all it was what Daniel wanted right?

Wrong.

Because while he did not say anything immediately. Apparently seeing me get railed by you didn't awaken some pleasure part inside of him. He just felt...bad, and not in the good way. But he held his tongue and we had a couple more times. After the final time he flips out on me, accusing me of betraying him and that I should have tried harder to push him out of his fucked up idea. Well excuse me for assuming that you knew what you wanted. Then he demanded that I end things with you and well...I did not take that very well.

Not that I had fallen in love with you or anything. But because I did all of this, "For" him. It was his idea. I certainly did not take to it naturally. I felt bad for insulting him and guilty after our first time having . But I pressed on because he told me this was what he wanted. And I matched his energy. Told him that he couldn't control me and if I wanted to you again I would. Not that I even planned to at the time. The final nail came when I finally contacted the cuckolding couple he had been talking to myself. And found out that in his excitement to get us started as fast as possible...he ignored like, all of their fucking advice. Instead of conveying the gradual step by step progression he was told. He gave me step one and skipped to fucking ten.

I was fucking pissed. And that brings us to right now. I called you. Not for a , but for an extra pair of hands to help me leave before my now ex gets back. Because you may have started as a bull in my fucked up relationship, I consider you a friend especially right now.