So there I was, kneeling in the corner of our bedroom watching my fiancée with Rick, a new guy she’d met and gone on a date with. Things had progressed very nicely between them, apparently, because now he’d graduated from “guy she’s dating” to “guy I’m watching her thoroughly enjoy.”

They’d been at it for a while, and I could tell she was getting close to cumming, again. She was in her favorite position – him on his back, her riding him and in control of the rhythm. Meanwhile, I was exactly where she’d decided I belonged. Kneeling in the corner, locked in chastity, wearing pink silk panties and the matching bra she’d picked out for me. Because apparently merely being the cuck wasn’t enough. I needed a fucking coordinated outfit for the occasion.

And then there was my thumb.

Thirty minutes earlier she’d looked over and told me to put my thumb in my mouth and suck on it. So I did. Of course I did. By this point the damn thing was getting wrinkled. I was starting to wonder whether prolonged thumb-sucking causes permanent water damage.

So picture this ridiculous scene from my perspective. My beautiful fiancée is having the time of her life with her new guy. I’m locked, dressed in matching pink lingerie, kneeling obediently in the corner with my thumb in my fucking mouth, watching everything like the world’s most submissive spectator.

There are moments in life when you suddenly become incredibly aware of yourself. This was one of those moments.

I remember looking down at the pink silk, feeling the cage underneath it, then looking back at the bed and thinking about the series of decisions that had somehow brought adult Levi to this exact fucking moment.

Jesus Christ. I’m a grown man.

I have a job. I pay taxes. People occasionally ask me for professional advice. And here I am dressed like this, sucking my thumb because my fiancée told me to while her date gets all of her attention.

It was humiliating as fuck. It was ridiculous. It was probably one of the most completely cuckolded moments I’ve experienced in a while.

And the only coherent thought running through my head was: Fuck, I’m a lucky dude.