Hello, Horny Readers! As you know, Our site of the month is CoachedCumeEating.com. That’s brought many new submissives to cum eating, and to Me for cum eating instructions. I’ve had the chance to coach, encourage, and even suggest ways to make cum eating fun. But some longstanding playmates have given Me occasion to remember that there are more reasons to eat your own cum than mere curiosity or a humiliation fetish. For example, when Mistress controls your orgasms, and you have one in an unauthorized manner. In such cases, cum eating punishment is the order of the day.

I don’t know whether or not people still “train” non-human pets this way, but an elder of Mine used to chastise those in his care who made messes in the house by grabbing them by the collar, dragging them to the spot, and shoving their nose in it while harsh words were uttered and accusing fingers pointed.

I hope this practice has gone out of fashion, because it seems rather cruel, and I’ve always been doubtful that the pet understands. That said, I find the exact same practice, or at least the spirit of it, both appropriate and effective for the human variety. With regard to orgasm denial pets, this is where cum eating punishment comes in handy.

But I don’t just expect them to acknowledge their mess.  I expect them to eat it.

Cum Eating Punishment: If you spill it, eat your cum.

(Yes, that’s My play on the famous phrase from the movie Field of Dreams. ????)

Or rather, My cum.

One compulsive stroker had two problems: first, his compulsive stroking was interfering with his wife’s sexual pleasure, and second, he was unable to wear a chastity device.

His wife’s sexual pleasure has been suffering because he was so intent on stealing any spare moment to masturbate and blow a load that by the time night fell and she wanted a pussy pounding, he was drained. Literally and figuratively. He can’t wear a chastity device, because although his wife has a healthy libido, she isn’t kinky and isn’t into the idea of chastity. She certainly wouldn’t be into the idea that he calls Me, even if in the end it was in an effort to improve the marriage, or at least the married sex life.

So, I had to impress upon him that if he wanted My help, he would have to understand two things:

• I would expect the same level of abstinence from him as if he were wearing a cage, and
• The cum in his balls is Mine, and not his to spill. Spilling MY cum at any time other than in fucking his wife would result in punishment.

I might add that I told him that while he could flirt, be helpful, be complimentary, he would not be allowed to become a sex pest simply as a means to drain his aching balls. His wife would have to make the first move.

He promised he would be able to comply. That the stakes of failing to please his Mistress, and thus failing to please his wife, were far too high for him to fail. That he didn’t lack resolve, only an accountability partner.

First comes the whining and wheedling . . .

Soon enough, he was begging simply to be allowed to stroke. He promised that he would still keep My property in one of the only two appropriate places it belonged: in his balls, or in his wife.

Then he was whining to be allowed to edge, promising that he still wouldn’t spill a drop (save some precum).

I underscored with him that as his masturbation manager and Mistress, if I had occasion to punish him for failure, it wouldn’t be a negotiation. He would do whatever I decreed.

He agreed.

Then he talked about how badly he wanted to edge to My voice. I insisted on webcam, to keep him honest. During O/ur delightful edging session, I suggested several times that he stop, that he channel the thrilling frustration that orgasm edging inevitably produces into giving his wife the fuck of her life (after eating her pussy to her satisfaction, of course).

He begged for just a few more under My direction.

You can guess what happened next.

“Semenal” Incontinence

I know this cock fairly well by now. I recognize the signs when he is approaching orgasm; it begins to look different, much like that of many men. The head becomes a deep shade of red, veins stand out in bas relief, the balls nearly disappear into the body . . .

Even the uninitiated would alert to the increased desperation in his moans.

“Stop!” I cried.

But he somehow became deaf for two or three more delicious pumps, and then gave himself a panicked squeeze at the base to try and stave off the inevitable.

I was already shaking My head.

And just as I silently predicted, three large, creamy ropes leapt out of the tip of his cock, and splattered him from chest to pelvis.

I don’t appear on webcam, but I’m sure he could see My scowl in his mind’s eye just the same.

I let the shame-filled silence hang in the air for a beat or two, contemplating his hangdog visage. Then said quietly, “eat it”.

We had never even discussed cum eating before. I could see the stages of cum eating punishment grief pass over his face–disgust at the thought, eyes darting back and forth as he did the calculus in his head searching for a plausible excuse to get out of it, brief consideration of calling My bluff (what would I do if he said no?) before, finally, the face of throwing himself on My mercy.

Reality Bites

(I do like movies)

“Mistress, please don’t make Me.”

You’d better hurry up, I said. The longer you wait, the colder it gets, the more it congeals, and the harder it will be to get it down.

“Augh!”

I’m sure you’re right. And you’ll remember how much you hated it the next time you don’t follow directions, and spill what isn’t yours to spill.

“Mistress, I can’t.”

Clock’s ticking. If you’re really saying you won’t obey Me, what reason have I for retaining you as a submissive?

“No! Don’t cut Me off Mistress! Please! I didn’t say I wouldn’t, I said I can’t and I really can’t!”

Tomato, tomAto. I’m waiting.

“Mistress, seriously . . .”

I’m counting down from ten. If I get to zero, and there’s still cum on your belly rather than in it, you’ll have to find another Mistress.

“No please!”

Ten.

“Mistress!”

Nine.

A grimace of disgust as he contemplates his mess.

Eight.

A finger gingerly approaches the tiniest spatter.

Seven.

He brings the finger to his mouth, tastes it, and dry heaves.

Six.

His eyes squeeze shut tightly, and he begins to scrape the wad from his torso.

Five.

The jizz, having become more viscous, hangs from his fingers in a drippy clump.

“Mistress, I’m begging you.”

Four.

Eyes close, mouth shakily opens.

Three.

The fingers dart in and scrape the muck off on his lower teeth and into the space beneath his tongue. Another dry heave.

Two.

A mumble begging for last minute mercy.

One.

*gulp*

Followed by an open-mouthed cry of repulsion, and My peals of schadenfreude-laced laughter.

Open your mouth and lift your tongue. Wider.

Good boy.

Beware Cum Eating Punishment

Because it could come your way. Or maybe, should.

Don’t get Me wrong; when negotiating a D/s relationship, you should be able to state your hard boundaries, and expect them to be respected. But as far as I’m concerned at least, apart from the deployment of safe words, I won’t tolerate “no” to a command.

If you’ve told Me you will abide by any of My dictates, and I have asked for and received an exhaustive list of your hard boundaries, expect Me to believe you. If you say you will do whatever I want despite My probing for specifics, prepare to do exactly that.

And if you’re an orgasm denial pet who spills unauthorized cum, that means you should not only expect cum eating punishment, but prepare to literally “suck it up”.

xx

Goddess Rachel, meting out cum eating punishment since 2010!

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