The Cuckold Sisters

Amity believes in cucking men for fun. When it brings in profit, it’s even more entertaining.

Amity Harris

Cuckold Sisters – Cucking Men for Fun and Profit

Cuckold Sisters Force men to become cuckolds – Prologue

OVER TEA AND scones, Caroline and Olivia skimmed through their overflowing inbox, deleting the junk and chuckling at many of the rest. Caroline clicked on one and paused.

“I’ve been getting more than a few questions like this one. They sound so heartfelt. I can’t believe women actually have to live like this. I mean, it’s easy enough to fix.”

Olivia read over her shoulder and shook her head. “How do they tolerate men like that?”

They were a team. By day, Caroline and Olivia answered women’s questions and gave advice online. Most inquiries were about relationships and when the two women started, readers’ questions were fairly bland. But as the site took off, what women asked changed from everyday problems to deeper, more personal requests. They answered bluntly, used correct language for body parts and didn’t hold back when they believed a woman could do better than the situation she was currently enduring, usually silently.

Most complaints and pleas for advice centered on the same thing. Men who were unsatisfactory – at best – or useless – at worst – in bed. Given their mutual enjoyment of having excellent times in bed or wherever they felt like it, Caroline and Olivia didn’t mince words in their replies. It’s why their column was so successful and their ad revenue skyrocketed.

They didn’t put on airs or offer impractical guidance. They simply told women that they could do better and offered concrete steps to get what they deserved.

Almost a year ago, they wrote the single column that changed not only the writer’s situation but also their own. Instead of being relegated to the second, third or worse results page on search engines, they found their column at the top of the first page. It all stemmed from one question and that Olivia was too tired that night to mince words.

The email was from a 40-ish year old woman in a relationship with a ‘wonderful guy’ who was simply awful in bed. Worse than awful, she wrote. He was boring and did the same thing every time he felt like having sex. The rest of him was worth keeping, she said. He had a great career, was comfortable financially, liked the same movies she did and she even got along very well with his family. It was just the tedious and dull nights that she wanted to improve. Did they have any guidance to offer?

Olivia read her email several times and typed her suggestions, then hit publish and went to bed. The next morning, their inbox was chock full of comments about her recommendations and they were suddenly the most-read advice column for women online.

When she saw the email teeming with positive reactions and a swarm of questions from women with the same problem, Caroline said, “What women want is what we do and it’s why we never have disappointing sex. That’s what we should write.”

Olivia turned the laptop screen toward her and tapped five emails, almost at random. They all asked the same kind of question.

“How do I make him a better sex partner? The rest of him is good.”

They reread Olivia’s reply that started the deluge.

Girl, lock him up and make him watch you have fantastic sex with a real bull. Be his teacher. That’s how to make him want you so desperately that he’ll learn how to make you soar into the night sky. And if he doesn’t? Get your own herd of bulls.

A few weeks later, Olivia was browsing websites looking for a source for tools to recommend to women who were bemoaning their second-rate lovers and asking how to get them to give the women great sex on the women’s timetables. That’s when she saw something that clicked. “Caroline! It’s got a name!”

Caroline looked over her shoulder at the screen. “Damned straight it does. Let’s rename our column.”

That’s how their popular column turned into their new livelihood. They were now the Cuckold Sisters.

Amity’s Note

I CAME ACROSS Olivia and Caroline’s column when I was browsing for tools I wanted for a new talent I planned to have my trainers add to the rentables’ repertoire. I’d gotten an increasing number of client requests to rent boys with a particular skill to fill their fantasies in my rental cabins. Of course, they didn’t say it clearly but it was obvious from what they wrote and what they confessed in their application videos.

They wanted to rent men who could act out the clients’ dreams while they were suffering from various levels and types of what they termed ‘discomfort’. In my world, it’s called pain and pain must have a purpose – my purpose.

If they were willing to pay what I charged, then that’s a valid purpose. I was browsing to find the right devices that would keep my boys in constant pain but not so much that they couldn’t do everything the renters wanted. Each time I found one, I sent the link to my west-coast developers to redesign it with the tweaks I needed.

One tool caught my eye. That’s when I saw exactly what I was looking at had been recommended by the Cuckold Sisters, a name that intrigued me enough to have Nova, my personal girl, reach out to the authors and set up a video call. My inner voice told me we were of like minds and we’d eventually work together. She’s never let me down.

I opened a new browser tab and typed in their domain. The traffic on the site was enormous and when I did a backlink check, I saw several links that sent buyers to my public site. Two things stood out. The Cuckold Sisters hadn’t reached out to me and my web boy didn’t include those backlinks in his daily report. Dealing with the second one was easy; an hour in the punishment building would fix that. The first seemed like an opportunity to increase sales but moreover, a chance to make new acquaintances with women who shared my worldview.

The first step in meeting new people, from Dommes all the way down to online slave sales, is to do background checks. After two malicious events in the past year, learning who I’m dealing with isn’t simply a convenience; rather, it’s a critical thing to do. Besides, if I didn’t have my on-site security boy investigate them, I’d have to deal with My Cop, the only one of my four exclusives who’s in his own category.

Tyler came running after I zapped his perineal chip and was on his knees in my office in minutes. He was certainly sweeter eye candy after the past six months in his new position. Three daily workouts made him tasty but I had a job for him to do.

“Find out who these women are,” I said. That’s all he needed for now. I pointed at one of the workstations in the hallway off my office and he went to work. I don’t chitchat with a boy when I assign a task.

I had a full report in under twenty minutes, one that seemed to satisfy Tyler.

Time spent on the site was huge. Women were reading and commenting in large numbers.

I asked him which page was most popular. His answer convinced me I wanted to talk to them. “There’s a lot of questions, answers and comments about electrical loops. Even video.”

That settled it. I zapped Nova’s pussy chip and when she wriggled only her head and huge bosom through the slave half door to my office, I said, “Get the Cuckold Sisters on a call.”

Extracting her mammoth body out of the small opening was her problem. I sent for hot chai and blueberry scones to enjoy during the call.

“Two women, one is Caroline and the other is Olivia. They run an online advice column to answer women’s sex questions. They seem to be very popular.”

That was a good overall summary and I scanned their analytics. The site had a steady increase of visitors from all over the world, although the largest percentage was in the U.S. The demographics were admirable – most were in their 30s and 40s with a decent number that were 50+. The income spread was all over the place, from hourly workers to suburban moms all the way to wealthy women in fancy zip codes.