I felt a sense of fulfilment, but I didn’t want it to end! I licked and swallowed every bit of fluid that came out of her. For a moment she appeared to relax as I cleaned and worshiped her pussy with pride, kissing the crown jewel of her clitoris every now and then. I felt honoured to have her juices inside my belly, knowing that she would be part of me forever.
After a few minutes, Emily began to rub her breasts and squeeze her nipples as I continued to lick her pussy, hoping to bring her to another thundering orgasm. I don’t know why, perhaps it was because my tongue was aching from the effort, but Emily did not achieve another powerful orgasm. But she did seemed to enjoy some minor ones, as every so often her body would tremble, her muscles would contract, and I would be rewarded with more of her wonderful juices.
Finally, Emily removed herself from my face. I could hardly breathe as I struggled to catch my breath. I thought for a moment I was going to pass out, but thankfully I didn’t. Regaining some composure, I watched as Emily got off the bed and retrieved a couple of things from her bedside table. I couldn’t tell what they were at first, as they were only small. I continued to watch as she climbed back onto the bed, and positioned herself between my legs once again.
I laid my head back and stared at the dark ceiling above me as Emily proceeded to unlock my chastity device using a small key. Once my cock was free, I looked at her–the sight of her gorgeous breasts caused my penis to quickly become erect. I looked into Emily’s eyes as she softly waved her hand across my crotch. Her fingers barely made contact with my bulging cockhead, but even that was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.
Emily stared at me with a big smile on her face. She had the same wicked gleam in her eyes as before. She then held up a small, plastic cylinder. It was completely see-through, like a tiny jar without a lid. “I’m going to give you a handjob now,” she said, much to my delight. “But I want to make something perfectly clear…”
“Wh-what?” I asked, with a stammer in my voice.
“You must understand that I can never allow your inferior seed to pollute my home, let alone my bed. Therefore, anything that comes out of your cock, you must swallow before leaving this room.”
“What?!” I gasped. “You want me to eat my own sperm?”
“You won’t have to eat anything… as long as you don’t cum,” she smiled, before taking hold of my rock hard dick.
She sat up on her knees and looked into my eyes as she placed the plastic container near the tip of my penis. She then softly began to stroke my small, but hard cock as she licked her lips with pleasure. Just the thought of making me eat my own cum seemed to be arousing her. She continued to make eye contact, almost willing me to orgasm. Just the fact that her beautiful hand was stroking my cock would be more than enough to make me cum, especially since my cock had been locked away, begging for release.
The pleasure she was giving me was indescribable, but I didn’t want to be forced to swallow my own cum, so I tried to think of anything that wasn’t sexual. My mind was fighting with body. I wanted so desperately to cum, but the consequences of an ejaculation seemed too extreme for me. “You know you want to cum, sweetie,” said Emily, teasingly. “And we both know you can’t resist forever,” she said, increasing her grip.
Deep down I knew Emily was right. She had me trapped. I was tied to her bed–there was no escape! She tightened her grip even more, and sped up her jerking, causing her beautiful breasts to bounce up and down, which was more than enough to make me moan with pleasure. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t try to fight it–embrace it!”
Her words defeated me. I gave in to the pleasure, and as my body began to shake I could feel an orgasm coming. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a loud moan the first spurt of semen shot out of my penis. Emily was ready with the plastic jar. Like an expert, she coaxed each spurt of cum into the jar as I moaned with pleasure. Not a drop was spilt. Once it was over, I laid my head back as my heart continued to pound like a drum. Emily had defeated and enslaved me in every way possible, and now she was about to put the icing on the cake… so to speak.
I continued to lie still as she climbed up towards me. Once again, she was sitting on my chest with her pussy close to my mouth. Her breasts were so beautiful as she sat on top of me, looking down with the jar in her hand. “All that pleasure and hardly any cum,” she said, looking at my sperm. “It’s a good thing this won’t be used for breeding.”
Emily slowly brought the clear, plastic jar towards my face. Inside I was screaming! I never imagined that I would be in such a position. Then, holding the jar with one hand, she used her other hand to raise my head off the bed. I was now looking directly into the open jar, staring at my worthless seed, which was no more than three or four teaspoons full. “I want you to smell it first,” she said, holding the container close to my nose.
The smell of my sperm was not very pleasant. “It smells like bleach,” I struggled to say.
“Good,” she replied, “and now it’s time for you to taste it. I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking about swallowing it quickly, but you’re not going to do that. You’re going to taste and savour every drop. Now, open your mouth!”
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth wide. Emily was about to pour, but stopped and said: “You’re not allowed to swallow until I give you permission. Understand?”
“Yes,” I barely managed to utter. She then poured about two teaspoons of my own cum into my mouth. I immediately felt like gagging, but somehow I managed not to.
“Keep your mouth open and roll your tongue around,” said Emily, as she continued to pour the rest of my sperm into my mouth. The taste was very bitter, combined with saltiness. Quite frankly, it was horrible! I just wanted the experience to be over. After about a minute, Emily finally said, “Okay, you can swallow it now, but make sure you swallow every drop!”
I did as instructed, and once I knew that every drop of sperm was in my stomach, I opened my mouth for her to see. “Good boy,” she said.
My first experience with Emily had been filled with pleasure. But in less than two hours, she had broken and enslaved me. Not only that, but after having been forced to swallow my own cum, I was feeling quite emasculated. But whether I liked it or not, I was now Emily’s slave, her property, and I had no idea what else she had in store for me…
To be continued.
Leave a Reply