The Witch, the Bull, and the Servant
When October rolled in this year, I thought my Goddess’s usual love for Halloween would mean more decorations around the house and maybe a few themed punishments. I was wrong. She decided this year that every cuckolding session would become a ritual of its own, dark, erotic, and dripping with Halloween energy.
For those who don’t know, cuckolding is when a submissive man (that’s me) watches, serves, or participates in limited ways while his Domme takes another lover. It’s about humiliation, surrender, and devotion. But when Goddess added the Halloween theme, everything took on a new flavor, part fear, part worship, and all lust.
The Summoning
She started by calling it The Summoning of the Bull. I’d kneel naked on the floor, blindfolded, while she lit candles and chanted mock incantations that made my skin crawl in the best way. Her voice would drop low and cruel as she told me I was “calling forth the beast who will take what I cannot give.” The first time she did it, I could actually feel my body shaking.
She’d trace sigils on my chest with warm wax, whispering things like, “You are my servant, my vessel, my offering.” And then, when I least expected it, the door would open, and he’d walk in, her chosen partner for the night. The timing was perfect. It really felt like she’d conjured him out of the darkness.
The Offering
She likes to dress me for humiliation. On these nights, she picks something themed: a set of devil horns, a pumpkin collar, once even black cat ears and tail plug. I’ve learned that fear and arousal live close together, and she knows exactly how to push me into that trembling place between both.
Sometimes she has me serve drinks, kneel in the corner, or hold the camera while she rides her lover. Other nights, she drags me into the scene, tying me down at the foot of the bed while she makes him finish all over my chest. The air smells like candle wax and sex, and I can hear her laughing softly, telling me how pathetic and beautiful I look covered in another man’s release.
The Trick and the Treat
Last week she told me there’d be a “special Halloween surprise.” I should have known that was code for something twisted. When the time came, she dressed as a wicked witch, black corset and heels, and her bull wore a demon mask. They made me crawl between them, and she called it “trick or treat.” My trick was being edged over and over while they fucked inches from my face. My treat came later, when she let me lick her clean after.
There’s a part of me that resists each time, but only for a second. The deeper part of me, the submissive, lives for that mix of humiliation and belonging. Goddess calls it “cuckold alchemy.” She says she turns my jealousy into devotion, my shame into obedience, and my fear into fuel for her pleasure.
My Lesson in Fear and Desire
Halloween used to be about ghosts and costumes for me. Now it’s about surrender. Every ritual she invents makes me feel more bound to her power. And every time I see her moan for someone else, I fall deeper into the truth of who I am, a man meant to serve, to suffer, and to worship.
This month, she told me the rituals will continue until November’s full moon. She said, “You’ll know it’s over when you’ve learned that being haunted by me is forever.”
I think she’s right. I’m already possessed.
FAQ
What is cuckolding in a Femdom context?
Cuckolding under a dominant woman’s control often involves psychological play, sexual denial, and emotional surrender. It can vary from observation to participation, depending on the Domme’s limits.
Why incorporate themes like Halloween?
Theatrics and ritual amplify the emotional charge. Halloween’s dark, mystical energy fits perfectly with the fear, arousal, and humiliation that cuckolding thrives on.
How can a sub handle jealousy in cuckolding play?
By shifting focus from comparison to devotion. A good Domme helps reframe jealousy as service, proof that surrender brings power, not loss.
Is it common for Dommes to use ritual or costumes?
Yes. Many Dommes find that setting, costume, and atmosphere enhance submission and deepen emotional connection during play.
Final Thoughts
When the Devil Takes His Due
Halloween cuckolding has shown me that submission can be both terrifying and beautiful. Each ritual strips away another layer of ego until there’s nothing left but devotion. And when Goddess looks down at me after the ritual, with candlelight on her skin and another man’s cum glistening on her thighs, I know I’ve found my holy night.
“… depending on the Domme’s limits.”
Indeed. In retrospect … no. Not really … I knew from the start that probably the biggest challenge with this group of mine would be Domme Development; that the boys would follow along naturally. And this has proved correct. It took years. The boys proved much like Miss Annie says Zeke is progressing – rather quickly. Ladies get what they want. Developed thoughtfully, with the right and timely “touches,” and then monitored and governed objectively, and collectively, it got us all onto the same page and has proven self-sustaining.
I must add that, and particularly in a small town, which I think applies to any insular group or community, a huge and continuing debate is when to allow and how to handle guests. We’ve done a lot of it; and so far, so good. But many have been and are from out of town – disconnected from the native local cackle circuit. I feel this is our Achilles Heel. If privacy is ever sacrificed, the gig could be over.