This weekend was the weekend T has been threatening to make me eat another man’s cum.  We were at a weekend bdsm event, so there was a lot of pervocity going on everywhere.  I knew the cum scene was going to happen at some point, but I wasn’t sure when.  We ended up playing privately Friday night in our room.  Biting, ball-kicking, impact, scratching, foot worship…  She was pushing me really hard during this scene.

After we’d been at it for a while, she told me to go into the bathroom and kneel in the tub, which I did.  She came right in with a funnel, put it up to her pussy, and said, “Open wide!”  I choked down her piss as best I could.  T briefly left the room and came back with earplugs.  That’s when I got the “oh shit” feeling.  This was it.  She ordered me to put the earplugs in and stay in the bathtub until I saw the bathroom door open.  At that point, I was to remove the earplugs and come back out into the room.  She shut the door, and I was left with my own thoughts.

I didn’t know the method she had planned for doing this.  Was she going to make me lick the cum off her shoes/boots?  Would she suck off another guy and snowball his cum into my mouth?  Make me lick it off her feet?  Have him cum on her socks or panties and gag me with them?  Cum in a glass of her piss?  I just didn’t know.

Eventually I realized the door would probably open soon.  My heart was beating faster.

But the door didn’t open.  This was taking longer than I’d expected.  Was there more than one other man involved?  Could that be why it was taking so long? I couldn’t hear a thing between the closed door and the earplugs.

I saw the door open just a couple inches, and I felt footsteps vibrate the floor.  I felt like a condemned criminal as I took the earplugs out and reluctantly opened the door.  I walked out to see T sitting on the floor, in the middle of a plastic tarp.  My first thought was, “How many men were there if you needed a tarp?”  My stomach pitched back and forth as I walked toward her.  Once I got close, I saw that it wasn’t cum from multiple men.  She was sitting almost Indian-style, with her knees bent out to the sides and feet touching each other in front of her.  There was cum on her soles; happily, it was about half the amount I normally produce from one orgasm.

I knelt in front of her and took in her sadistic grin.  It was a harsh contradiction, knowing what she was about to make me do, yet seeing her face lit up beautifully.  “Clean it all up.”  I brought my face closer.  And stopped.  I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I asked her to relent.  But she wasn’t feeling merciful.  She told me to get my tongue on her feet.  I took a few plaintive licks, and T laughed.  “I can’t believe she’s making me do this” I thought.  It was nasty, slimy, and disgusting, just like eating my own.  Only I didn’t even get to orgasm this time; I had to eat cum without the fun part.

After I’d finished cleaning all the cum from her feet, she moved her feet and said, “Looks like he missed my feet some.  Lick up those drops of cum there.”  So I licked the rest of the cum from the tarp.  That added a little extra kick of humiliation to the experience.  After it was over, T couldn’t get the grin off her face.  I stayed kneeling, feeling rather humble and extremely submissive towards her.

My libido shot through the roof after this.  It felt like all the horniness that he released with this orgasm then got added to my own horniness.  I wasn’t expecting that at all.  It was a strong, sudden effect, and it lasted.  In fact, it lasted all weekend.  When I got home, I had a powerful, quaking orgasm thinking of T and this scene.  It’s amazing that I can orgasm so hard from something that gives me such a strong “NO NO MAKE IT STOP!” feeling.

It’s still sinking in a little.  She made me eat another man’s cum.  That had always been a limit for me.  Not something I thought I’d ever do.

On the way home, she told me that she really enjoyed it, especially the fact that I didn’t want to do it.  And that only made her want to do it more.  I think “lots and lots more” was the way she phrased it.

I’m screwed.





One Response to “Blargh.”

  1. no way Says:

    Oh, too bad there’s no picture for us to see your humiliation.

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