From husband to cameraman [cuck, gas, premature ejaculation]

“Hubby, please snap out of it!” pleaded your wife as she looked up at you with those teary eyes.

The fat dominatrix laughed.  

“He can’t help himself! This is what he gets off to now, watching me play with you!”

She was right. 

Watching this obese woman bouncing on top of your petite wife was making your cock throb harder than ever before in your life.

You wanted to pull it out and masturbate, but felt like even the slightest touch could immediately send you over the edge in this highly aroused state, so instead you focused on keeping the camera steady.

“Stop fucking recording and help mmmmphh”, your wife yelled, but her voice was quickly muffled by the dominatrix’s buttcheeks descending on her face with all their combined weight.

“Shh, my little slave girl. It’ll all be over soon”, she said to her, faking a comforting tone.

Your wife flailed her arms and legs wildly, desperately trying to gasp for air, but it was no use.

The dominatrix was suffocating her for real.

“Don’t worry, dear. With your last breath, you’ll be born again as my obedient servant and lover. You won’t remember a thing about this loser”, the evil woman said, nodding towards you.

Hearing mistress refer to you as a loser turned you on so much that it almost made you spurt in your pants right there.

She was taking your wife away from you, but you were too aroused to care.

Your wife was on the verge of passing out when mistress suddenly lifted up her massive behind, farting long and loud directly on her victim’s face.

But your wife’s expression showed no disgust. 

She didn’t even cough. She breathed in hard and heavy, thoroughly enjoying the smell.

“T-thank you, my queen”, she said, her voice raspy from being deprived of oxygen for so long.

That was the point of no return. 

You felt your dick spurting a hot load of cum in your briefs.

“Who is this guy, mistress?”, your wife asked, looking at you with nothing but disgust across her face, all the memories of your marriage gone forever from her head.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, dear fart slave. That’s just my loyal cameraman.”

“Did he just cum in his pants?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a pervert… Can’t control himself at all when he sees a pretty girl like you get farted on by me…”

“Haha, what a creep… Hey creep, did you enjoy that?”

You wanted to say no, to call out to your wife in case some of her memories of you were still intact. Maybe try fighting back the changes one more time, together.

But in your heart, you knew it was over, and that these would be your new lives from now on.

“T-that was so hot…”, you stuttered in a voice much weaker than it used to be.

The women laughed, and your cock reacted to the humiliation immediately…