Thomas and Lia Embrace Cuckold’s Rights at a Hotwife Resort
Arrival, Ritual Chastity, and the First Night at Velvet Retreat
The long driveway curved like a secret path into fantasy—lined with white stone lamps, tall palms, and silence broken only by cicadas and the slow hum of retreat luxury. As their car pulled up to the entrance of Velvet Retreat, Thomas felt his heart thud with nervous anticipation.
He looked at Lia, who wore a flowing white summer dress, no bra beneath, her nipples subtly pressing through the fabric. Her energy was different today—calm, confident, already glowing with the freedom this place offered.
The car door opened. A female concierge in black silk greeted them with a bow and a clipboard.
“Thomas and Lia. Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”
They were escorted through a stone archway into the open central space of the resort. The main lobby wasn’t a lobby—it was more like a temple. High ceilings, misted air, faint notes of jasmine, and guests everywhere—hotwives in lace robes, bulls lounging shirtless, and cuckolds… naked, locked, collared, or kneeling.
Thomas’s cage pulsed under his clothes.
As they were led down the hallway to their suite, they passed scenes that made Thomas blush and burn.
- A glass-walled bull house, where hotwives strolled through slowly like goddesses at a meat market. Bulls stood naked on display, labeled with their stats, teasing their girth, their stamina, their limits. One woman cupped a bull’s balls casually as she read his card.
- A chastity gallery, showcasing every imaginable device—from traditional cages to high-tech magnetic locks, to something called negative chastity—a terrifying metal sheath that inverted the penis entirely into the body, locked it in, and sealed it with an insignia.
Thomas stared.
“That one,” Lia said suddenly.
He turned, surprised. “What?”
“For you,” she smiled. “Negative chastity. I want you sealed. Buried. Gone.”
His mouth went dry.
At the consent office, they signed digital contracts.
Hotwife Lia:
- Full access to all bulls
- No emotional attachments
- May allow cuckold viewing occasionally
- May permit cleanup ritual and post-cum kiss
Cuckold Thomas:
- Permanent negative chastity
- Naked at all times
- Must remain in designated side room during encounters
- Only rights: hearing, kissing, and clean-up
The female crew—young, elegant, and clinical—escorted Thomas into the Caging Chamber. A soft-lit circular room, incense burning, with six women forming a ring around him.
“Strip,” one of them said calmly.
Thomas obeyed, trembling. He stood naked, flushed, caged already—but now came the ritual.
Two women knelt, carefully removing his standard cage. He winced as cool metal pressed against his groin. The negative chastity shell was slid in. A suction sound. Pressure. Then… nothing. His manhood was gone, buried inside the device, sealed shut.
A glowing seal was pressed onto it. LIA’S.
They didn’t laugh. They didn’t gawk. They barely looked at his cock. One checked the lock tension. Another took a photo for records. It was the most humiliating thing of all—not their judgment, but their indifference.
He was just another cuck. Another body to kneel. Another locked pet.
Back in the suite, Lia kissed his cheek and whispered, “You were beautiful.”
She helped place his kneeling cushion just outside the playroom door. From there, he’d hear everything.
“Oh, and one more thing,” she said, smiling wide. “I planned a surprise.”
Thomas looked up.
“If my bull finishes inside… and if I feel generous… I may invite you in for a taste. Sloppy seconds. Warm. Messy. Full of his cum. You’d like that?”
He whimpered. “Yes.”
As night fell, they walked through the retreat once more. A tall bull in the courtyard lounged, his hotwife sitting on his lap while her cuck held a massive chastity belt that clanked when he moved. The poor man’s cock was weighed down with steel, his back bowed.
Nearby, another cuckold in full latex suit polished shoes as his wife was led away.
The resort throbbed with energy. Not lust. Not just dominance. But structure. Ritual. Order. Cuckold’s rights—whatever little or much the hotwife allowed—were sacred.
Thomas was now part of this world. Locked. Naked. Waiting.
And Lia?
She was ready to choose.
Adventure to Cuckold Resort: Chapter 2 Thomas Learns his Cuckold’s Right
