Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 05

The long ass news interview

I walked down the stage feeling every eye in the room on me. I was naked, with cum on my face and clit jewellery on display. Everyone was staring at me like I was an animal in a zoo. I felt so humiliated and degraded, like I had no worth. As I was being led to the room, I noticed a few reporters with cameras in the corner. I was shocked and terrified. I knew that millions of people could see me on national TV, naked and humiliated.

"Please, can you turn the cameras off?" I pleaded to the reporters, tears streaming down my face.

But they just laughed at me and continued to film.

I felt like an object, like I had no control over my own body or my own life. I couldn't believe that I had let myself get into this situation, that I had let James and his family treat me this way.

I cleared my throat and began to speak, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tears and the humiliation.

"Hi, my name is Nisha Cockwife and I'm just a naked slut who's married to James's cock. I'm nothing but a toy for him and his friends to use whenever they want. I have no self-respect and no dignity left. I'm just a hole for them to fill with their cum. I'm honored to be married to James's cock and grateful to his family for giving me a home. I'll do anything for the Smith family."

I felt sick as the words left my mouth, but I knew that I had to say them. I had to keep up this facade of being grateful and submissive, even though it was killing me inside.

As the reporters continued to film, I couldn't help but wonder how many people were watching this live on TV. It made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

I was sitting naked on a chair with a group of TV reporters pointing their cameras at me. I was being broadcasted live on national television and I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable. But I knew that this was a part of the deal - I was marrying James's cock and I had to be ready for anything that comes my way.

The first question they asked me was, "Nisha Cockwife, how are you feeling today on your wedding day?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Honestly, I'm feeling humiliated and embarrassed. I'm nothing but a toy for James and his friends to use whenever they want. But I'm grateful to the Smith family for giving me a home and I'll do anything for them."

The reporter then asked me, "How do you feel about the fact that millions of people are watching you live on TV, naked and exposed?"

I felt my cheeks flush as I answered, "It's embarrassing and uncomfortable. But I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry James's cock. I'm just trying my best to be a good cockwife and fulfill my duties."

The reporter then asked me, "What about your future plans? Do you plan on doing anything else besides being a cockwife?"

I paused for a moment before answering, "Honestly, I don't know. I never really had a choice in my life. I was forced into this situation and now I'm just trying to make the best of it. Maybe someday I'll be able to do something else, but for now, I'm just focused on being a good cockwife."

The reporter then asked me, "What do you say to people who criticize your decision to marry James's cock?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "I don't really care about what people say. I'm just doing what I have to do to survive. I have no dignity left and no self-respect. But I'm grateful for the Smith family for giving me a home and I'll do anything for them."

The conversation went on for a while longer, with the reporters asking me more questions about my life as a cockwife. But as uncomfortable as it was, I knew that this was just a part of the deal. I was married to a cock and it was my duty to be submissive and obedient, no matter what.

The reporter's gaze moved from my face to my clit jewellery. They zoomed in on it and asked me, "Can you tell us about this jewellery that you're wearing? How does it feel?"

I felt my face flush as I looked at the camera and replied, "It feels uncomfortable and it hurts sometimes. It spreads my clit apart and exposes the insides. But I have to wear it because I'm married to James's cock and it's my duty to please him."

The reporter then zoomed in on the cum on my face and asked, "What about this? Can you tell us about the cum on your face?"

I felt a pang of humiliation as I replied, "It's just a part of my life now. James and his friends use me whenever they want and it's my duty to please them. I have no self-respect left and no dignity. But I'm grateful to the Smith family for giving me a home."

The reporter then zoomed in on my buttplug led and asked, "What about this? Can you tell us about this buttplug that you're wearing?"

I felt even more embarrassed as I replied, "It's a glowing led buttplug with a high powered torch. The light is shaped like a heart and wherever the light is pointing, there is a bright white image of a heart projected from my buttplug. It's just another way for James to humiliate and degrade me. I have no choice but to wear it."

The thought of millions of people watching me on TV, naked and exposed, made me feel even more humiliated than ever before. But I knew that this was the life that I had chosen, or rather, the life that had been forced upon me. I was just a cockwife, nothing more than a toy for James's pleasure. And it was my duty to please him and his family, no matter what.

The reporter then asked me, "Nisha Cockwife, can you tell us how you please your husband? Do you have a favorite hole of yours that he likes the most?"

I felt my face turn red as I replied, "My husband is a cock so he doesn't really have preferences like a regular person. But he does like it when I let him inside one of my holes. And as for my favorite hole that he likes the most, I would have to say my mouth hole."

The reporter then asked me, "Can you tell us where your husband cums the most?"

I cringed at the question but knew I had to answer it. "My husband likes to cum on my face most of the time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

The reporter then asked me, "What's your favorite thing about your husband, Nisha?"

I bit my lip, feeling incredibly humiliated as I replied, "I would have to say his length. He's very big and it's...intense. But I also appreciate how he takes care of me and provides for me. He may be a cock, but he's still my husband."

The reporter then asked me, "Nisha, can you explain to our viewers how it works with your husband being a cock? Does he go all the way inside you?"

I felt myself go even redder as I replied, "Yes, my husband is a cock so he goes all the way inside me. It's...hard to explain to someone who's never experienced it before."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but feel incredibly humiliated. Here I was, being broadcasted on national television, talking about how I pleased my husband who was a cock. It was humiliating and degrading, but I knew that this was my life now and I had to accept it.

The reporter then asked me, "Nisha Cockwife, how much do you love your husband?"

I looked down at the ground before answering, "I love my husband more than anything in this world. He's the reason why I'm here today and he's given me a home and a purpose. I'm grateful to be married to such a wonderful cock."

The reporter then asked me, "Can you tell us more about your relationship with your husband? How do you spend your days together?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "I spend most of my days pleasing my husband and fulfilling his needs. I'm always available for him, whether it's sexually or otherwise. He's my world and I'll do anything to make him happy."

Another reporter then asked me, "Do you feel grateful to God for giving you this opportunity to be a cockwife?"

I looked up at the reporter and replied, "Yes, I'm incredibly grateful to God for bringing me to this point in my life. I never would have imagined that I'd be married to a cock, but I'm blessed to have this opportunity. I know that this is my purpose in life and I'm grateful for it."

The reporters continued to ask me more questions, but I knew that my answers would always be the same. I was a cockwife, naked and humiliated, but that was my purpose in life. I thanked everyone for coming and for their support, and I talked about how blessed I was to have such a wonderful husband. As uncomfortable as it was, I knew that this was just a part of the deal - I was married to a cock and I had to do whatever it takes to please him.

The next question from the reporter made me feel even more humiliated, "Nisha Cockwife, how do you feel about your new last name? Is it difficult for you to introduce yourself as Nisha Cockwife in public places?"

I felt an intense sense of shame sweep over me as I answered, "It's humiliating and degrading to introduce myself as Nisha Cockwife. But it's a part of the deal I made with James and his family. I have no dignity left and I'm just a toy for them to use whenever they want. So, I have to accept my new last name and everything that comes with it."

The reporter then asked me another uncomfortable question, "How do you feel about the fact that your naked body is being broadcasted to millions of people on live TV?"

I felt my heart sink as I answered, "It's shameful and degrading, but I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry James's cock. I'm just trying to be the best cockwife I can be and fulfill all my duties to the Smith family."

The reporter then asked me more about my future plans, "Do you have any plans for the future besides being a cockwife and receiving a large sum of money when you turn 50?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "Honestly, I'm not sure what the future holds for me. I never really had a choice in my life and now I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation. Maybe someday I'll be able to do something else, but for now, I'm just focused on being a good cockwife."

The reporter then asked me, "What kind of sexual activities are expected from you as a cockwife? Are there any specific ones that James likes?"

I felt my cheeks flush as I answered, "I'm expected to be available for James and his friends whenever they want. I have to be submissive and obedient to all their sexual desires, no matter how degrading or uncomfortable it is for me. As for what James likes, I don't really have a say in it. I just have to do what I'm told."

The reporter then asked me, "What does the clit jewellery signify? Is it a part of the wedding tradition?"

I explained, "The clit jewellery is meant to symbolize my submission and to remind me that I'm just a naked slut who's married to James's cock. It's humiliating and uncomfortable, but I have to wear it as a part of my duties as a cockwife."

The reporter then asked me, "What about your own desires and needs? Don't you ever feel like you want something else?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I answered, "I don't really have any desires or needs anymore. I'm just a naked slut who's married to James's cock. I have no self-respect or dignity left. My only purpose is to serve James and his family and to be obedient to them."

The reporter then asked me, "What would you say to other women who might be in a similar situation as you?"

I looked down at my feet and answered, "I would tell them to run away and never look back. This life is not something that anyone should be forced into. It's degrading, humiliating, and takes away all your self-respect and dignity. But for me, it's too late, I'm already trapped here."

The reporter then asked me, "You're technically married to a cock, do you ever feel lonely or sad that you don't have a real husband to talk to or hold your hand?"

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I responded, "Of course I do. I'm just a human being and everyone wants to feel loved and cherished. But I know that James's cock is not capable of love or affection. It's just a tool for pleasure and I'm just a hole to be filled. I have to remind myself of that every day."

The reporter then asked, "Do you think it's fair that you're being forced into this situation and have no choice but to marry a cock?"

I took a deep breath before answering, "No, it's not fair at all. But life isn't fair, is it? I don't have any other options and I have to make the best of what's been given to me. I just hope that someday, I'll be able to live a normal life and not have to be exposed and humiliated like this."

The reporter then asked, "Has James's cock ever talked to you? Or tried to communicate with you in any way?"

I couldn't believe the question and felt a pang of humiliation as I answered, "No, of course not. It's just a cock. It has no ability to talk or communicate in any way. It's just a tool for pleasure and I'm just a hole to be filled. That's all there is to it."

The reporter then asked, "Do you ever fantasize about being with a real man? Someone who could love and cherish you?"

I felt my cheeks flush as I answered, "I think about it all the time. But I know that it's just a fantasy. I'm married to a cock and that's all there is to it. I have to accept my situation and make the best of it."

As the interview went on, I felt more and more exposed and humiliated. But I knew that this was just a part of my new life as a cockwife. I had to accept it and make the best of it, no matter how uncomfortable or degrading it may be.

The reporters continued to ask me more questions, each one more humiliating than the last.

One of them asked, "How does it feel to be known as a 'cockwife' for the rest of your life? Do you ever feel embarrassed or ashamed?"

I felt my cheeks turn red as I replied, "Of course, I feel embarrassed and ashamed. But it's my duty as a cockwife to be submissive and obedient to James's cock. I have no other purpose in life but to serve him and his family."

Another reporter asked, "How does it feel to have your wedding broadcasted live all over the world? Do you feel like you have any privacy left?"

I took a deep breath and said, "No, I don't have any privacy left. But that's just a part of being a cockwife. I have to be submissive and obedient, no matter what. My body belongs to James's cock now and it's his right to do with it as he pleases."

One of the reporters then asked, "How do you feel about the fact that your wedding is also a public spectacle? Do you feel like you're being objectified?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I answered, "Yes, I do feel like I'm being objectified. But that's just a part of the deal. I'm married to a cock, not a man. My purpose in life is to serve James's cock and be a good cockwife."

The reporters continued to ask me more questions, each one more uncomfortable and embarrassing than the last. But I knew that this was just a part of the deal. I was a cockwife now, and my duty was to be submissive and obedient to James's cock.

The reporters continued to ask me more questions about my life as a cockwife, and I felt my discomfort growing with every passing moment.

One of the reporters asked, "Nisha Cockwife, what do you see as your purpose in life going forward? Are you happy just being a submissive wife to James's cock?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "My purpose in life is to keep my husband happy. That's all that matters to me. I have no other aspirations or goals in life. I'm just a submissive wife who's here to serve James's cock."

Another reporter asked, "Do you ever regret your decision to marry James's cock? Do you ever wish you could have a normal life?"

I shook my head and replied, "I don't regret my decision. This is the only life I know, and I'm just trying to make the best of it. And no, I don't wish for a normal life. I know that I'll always be a cockwife, and I'm just trying my best to be a good one."

One of the female reporters then asked me, "How do you feel about the fact that James has a girlfriend?"

I felt my heart sink as I replied, "It's not my place to have any feelings about it. James is my master, and I'm just here to obey him. If he's happy with his girlfriend, then that's all that matters."

The reporters continued to ask me more questions, each one more humiliating and embarrassing than the last. But no matter what they said, I knew that I had to keep my composure and be a good cockwife. That was my duty, and I was going to fulfill it, no matter what.

I knew that this interview wasn't going to be easy. The reporters were asking me really humiliating and embarrassing questions. Some of them were even getting angry at me for not respecting the modesty of a woman and sitting naked with cum on my face and clit spread. But I knew that I had to answer their questions no matter what.

One of the female reporters asked me, "Nisha Cockwife, how does it feel to be nothing but a cock sleeve for James and his friends?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I answered, "It's humiliating and degrading. But it's the only life I know now. I have no dignity left and no self-respect. But I'm grateful for the Smith family for giving me a home and I'll do anything for them."

Another female reporter asked me, "How do you justify the fact that you're sitting here naked in front of us, with cum on your face and your clit spread? Don't you have any self-respect?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "I know it's not ideal, but it's a part of my life now. I have to be naked and submissive at all times. James and his family have complete control over me and I have no choice in the matter."

The same reporter then asked me, "What do you say to people who criticize your decision to marry James's cock and become a cockwife?"

I felt a twinge of anger as I answered, "I don't really care about what people say. They don't understand my situation. I had no other choice. I needed the money and I was willing to do anything to survive. Plus, I'm grateful to the Smith family for giving me a home and taking care of me."

The interview went on for a few more questions, but I was starting to feel overwhelmed. I knew that this was just a small glimpse of what my life was going to be like from now on. But I had to stay strong and do what I had to do to survive.

The female reporter looked at me with a disgusted expression and asked, "Nisha, how can you promote such misogyny by marrying a cock? Don't you have any self-respect?"

I felt my body tense up as I replied, "I don't have a choice. I need the money and James's family has given me a home. I'm just doing what I have to do to survive."

The reporter then retorted, "But don't you think you're just selling yourself short? You're nothing but a whore who's selling her body for money."

I felt tears prickle in my eyes as I answered, "I know that's what people think of me. But what choice do I have? I was born into a poor family and I have to do whatever it takes to survive. I don't have any other options."

The female reporter huffed and then said, "Well, you could always try to make something of yourself. You could go to school or learn a trade. But instead, you're promoting misogyny and letting men use you as their personal cum dumpster."

I felt my cheeks flush with shame as I replied, "I know what I'm doing is wrong. But I have no other options. I have no education or skills. This is the only way I can make money and survive."

The reporter then asked, "What about your future? Do you have any plans for your life after James's cock?"

I paused for a moment before answering, "Not really. I'm just trying to take it one day at a time. I know that I'll never have a normal life, but I'm just trying to make the best of what little I have."

The conversation continued, with the reporters asking me more questions about my life and my decision to marry James's cock. Even though I felt humiliated and ashamed, I knew that this was just a part of the deal. I was a cockwife now, and I had to do whatever it takes to survive.