I feel each thrust of His Cock into my mouth as a reminder of my place before Him. He’s not offering me sensation so that I may cum, He’s taking every last bit of pleasure for Himself tonight, and isn’t that as it should be?
my focus is entirely on Him, my hands still clasped tightly behind my back, arching me forward as i become more and more lost in my blissful task. His hands roughly hold my head in place, steadying me, grounding me, barely able to contain me, as i suck furiously.
His growls of “Harder” and “Don’t you dare stop” fill the room and my mind with more delectable thoughts of control and peace and desire.
His orgasm takes Him in waves, one quake another, as I feel the delicious warmth of Him flood my mouth. I gulp this precious evidence of His passion as though i am a woman starved for life’s joy. Each drop means i am His, and He has graciously become my Master. Why would I want to spill any of it? Or let even a miniscule bit escape my lips? No, i lick each corner of my mouth, and any bit left on His magnificent, still engorged Cock. my lips gently suck any remaining drops until He is clean.
He has given me all of Him tonight- His command, His Cock, His ability to let go completely, His priceless seed. i am a woman satisfied.
For now.
Rule 26: my Master’s cum must never go to waste – i will swallow all of it when Master cums into my cunt (and be punished should I spill any of it from my lips), licking it up if Master cums into my hands or into a plate i hold in front of Him to receive it, or onto the food He gives me which He may require of me to hold just under His cock as He ejaculates over it. i will clean His cock thoroughly squeezing out every last drop. In rare and privileged cases i may wear my Master’s cum on my body, sometimes after massaging it into my skin. Cum is a gift from my Master and it is an honor to receive it.
