The Training of a Cuckold Cum Slut - Part 4 (Patreon)

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Mistress Isabella’s instructions had been clear. Mitchell wouldn’t be permitted to see her again until he’d consumed ten loads of his own cum and provided her proof of each consumed load.

Mitchell considered abandoning his relationship with the seductress that had taken him under her wing. Ten loads of cum seemed like a heavy price to pay for the privilege of spending a little more time with her.

That consideration lasted as long as it took Mitchell to get turned on. The moment he felt even a touch of desire he resolved to do as his mistress demanded. He consumed his first load while watching a creampie cleanup video featuring a beautiful girl licking a particularly thick and sticky load from another girl’s pussy.

Mitchell took a picture of the load in his hand and in his mouth and sent the pics to Mistress Isabella. Her reply was simple: 1.

The next morning Mitchell ate another load. He sent two pictures to Mistress Isabella once more. At first her response was just as simple: 2.

A few minutes later he received another text: “From now on, I want you plugged when you masturbate. Any cuckold of mine should get accustomed to anal penetration as a part of his orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell texted back.

Mitchell plugged his ass that evening. With a little bit of lube he was able to slip the butt plug past his anal ring. It felt oddly pleasurable as he sat down to masturbate. Every time he clenched the stimulation was thrilling. He liked how it made him feel like Mistress Isabella was in the room with him.

He consumed his third load and sent Mistress Isabella two pictures once again. She texted in reply: 3.

It took Mitchell four more days to finish the task that his mistress had laid out. He’d gotten used to the taste of his cum by the time the tenth load slid down his throat. Any sense of dread that he’d felt at the beginning was gone too. Eating his cum had turned into something that felt simple and straightforward.

After sending Mistress Isabella the pictures of his tenth load, Mitchell felt elated. He’d just climaxed, but he knew that soon he’d get to see his mistress again. He’d get to immerse himself in the thrill of submitting to her, which is what he craved more than anything.

“Good boy,” Mistress Isabella texted back. “I’ll see you tomorrow at noon at my place.”

Mitchell smiled. He’d consumed ten loads of his semen and been granted the reward he was promised. He felt elated.

“Strip,” Mistress Isabella said as she opened her door. She was dressed in black lingerie under a black satin robe.

Mitchell hesitated for a moment and asked, “Here?”

Mistress Isabella stared and said nothing until Mitchell stripped in the hallway outside her door, all the while hoping that her neighbors would stay in their apartments long enough for him to get naked and get inside.

“Are you plugged like I asked?” Mistress Isabella asked.

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell said.

“Show me.”

Mitchell spun around, bent over, and showed Mistress Isabella the silver butt plug he’d slid into his ass before he got dressed to come see her. Now it was the only item he still wore.

“Good boy,” she said. “Come in.”

Mitchell spun around once more and entered Mistress Isabella’s elegant loft. He smelled a mixture of her perfume and shampoo as he walked by the woman he’d come to worship.

“Join me, Mitchell,” she said while walking towards her couch.

Mitchell followed and sat next to Mistress Isabella. She reached out and caressed his thighs. Her warm, soft skin felt wondrous against his and his cock came to life immediately.

“How does it feel to be such a cum slut, Mitchell?” she asked.

He’d eaten ten loads of cum over the course of five days. It was all his own cum, but it was hard to argue with her calling him a cum slut. It’s what he was. There was no question about it.

“I like it, mistress,” Mitchell answered. “I don’t know why, but I like it.”

Mistress Isabella’s fingers caressed Mitchell’s cock, bringing him to a full and throbbing erection.

“You like it because it’s your place,” she said. “You like it because you were meant to be a cum slut for a woman like me. You like it because you weren’t meant to fuck women. You were meant to satisfy women as a cuckold. You like it because you’ve finally found your place.”

“Thank you, mistress,” Mitchell said.

Mistress Isabella reached into the small pocket of her robe and pulled out a used condom that she’d tied off. Mitchell stared at the thick load that rested in the prophylactic.

“I had a visitor this morning,” Mistress Isabella said. “He satisfied my needs and left a gift in the condom I made him wear.”

She released Mitchell’s cock and untied the condom before handing it to Mitchell.

“Now show me that you’re a good cum slut and eat his gift,” she said.

Mitchell took the condom from his mistress and held it in front of him. He ran his fingers over the load and felt the warmth.

“It’s still warm,” he said.

“It’s fresh,” Mistress Isabella replied. “He left just before you arrived. Now drink his cum. Be the cum slut I’ve trained you to be.”

Mitchell placed the open end of the condom against his lower lip and lifted the bottom. He watched the semen slowly work its way towards his mouth.

“That’s a good boy,” Mistress Isabella said as her fingers wrapped around his cock once more. “Be a good cum slut for me. Swallow his load. Take it onto your tongue. Savor the taste of a superior man’s seed.”

The thick, salty cum slid out of the condom and onto Mitchell’s tongue. It tasted different than his own, but it wasn’t the slightest bit revolting. Taking the cum onto his tongue seemed to enhance the pleasure of the slow handjob Mistress Isabella was giving him.

“You have the cum of a real man on your tongue, Mitchell. He got to fuck me. He’s fucked me before. He’ll fuck me again. You never will. Your cock will never feel my perfect pussy. Your cock will never enjoy my tight cunt like his did. You’re a cum slut. You’re a sperm junkie. You eat loads. That’s all you’re good for,” Mistress Isabella said as the rest of the cum slid into Mitchell’s mouth.

“Now swallow it,” she demanded. “Swallow his load. Take him into your body. Take a superior man’s cum inside you. Let it slide down your throat and into your stomach. Let him become a part of you. Let his load make you even more of a cum slut.”

Mitchell did as instructed. He closed his mouth and swallowed the thick load he’d poured onto his tongue. It coated his throat on the way down. His cock throbbed at the skilled stroking of the woman he’d offered himself to.

“Tell me what you are,” Mistress Isabella said as she ran her fingers over the head of his cock.

“I’m a cum slut,” Mitchell answered.

She released his cock and lifted her fingers to his mouth. They were coated in precum. Mitchell opened up and she pushed them onto his tongue. He sucked them clean.

“Yes you are,” she said. “You’re my cum slut. You’re a good boy who does what he’s told.”

He nodded as her fingers pushed deeper into his mouth. He sucked eagerly. He sucked because he knew it’s what Mistress Isabella wanted.

“There are dishes in the sink,” Mistress Isabella said. “Clean them.”

She pulled her fingers from his mouth and Mitchell stood up. “Thank you, mistress,” he said.

He walked to the kitchen, turned on the hot water, and cleaned her dirty dishes. He didn’t consider refusing. Not for a moment. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted more of what she’d already offered him.

After an hour Mitchell had cleaned and dried the dishes and wiped down every surface in the kitchen. He’d dusted most of the loft apartment, too, all while Mistress Isabella relaxed in the black lingerie set that made her look utterly delectable.

She didn’t speak to him during that hour. Instead, she acted like he was the hired help. She moved her feet when he came by to dust the coffee table, but otherwise she was immersed in her phone.

A knock on the door compelled Mistress Isabella to leave the comfort of her couch. Mitchell admired her legs and the way the satin robe moved over her ass as his mistress answered the knock.

“Welcome,” she said while stepping aside.

A tall, square-jawed man stepped into the apartment and Mistress Isabella shut the door behind him. He took her into his arms and Mitchell watched as a deeply sensual kiss unfolded between the two of them. He felt an intense kind of jealousy. He knew Mistress Isabella would never kiss him like that and yet it was all he wanted as he watched.

“You’re so hard for me,” she said as her fingers moved between the other man’s legs.

“You’re irresistible,” he replied.

Mistress Isabella took his hand and walked towards the couch. “Come,” she said. “I’m going to make you cum.”

Mitchell saw the look of delight on the other man’s face. How could he not be delighted? A beautiful, confident, lingerie-clad goddess had just declared her intent to give him an orgasm.

Mistress Isabella had the other man sit on the couch as she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing the black lingerie set that featured an exquisitely sexy black lace bra, matching panties, a garter belt, and seamed black stockings.

She sat next to her handsome hunk and unzipped his pants. They kissed as her fingers reached through the opening and pulled out his cock. Mitchell saw his mistress sucking on the other man’s tongue as she offered him the same sort of slow, sensual handjob he’d received earlier.

The difference was stark. The other man’s cock was much, much thicker. Her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around it and she’d had no trouble doing so with Mitchell’s cock.

Mistress Isabella offered the other man deep, sensual, genuine kisses. They seemed completely lost in their lust for each other, again generating an intense sense of jealousy in Mitchell.

“Will you do something for me?” Mistress Isabella asked the man whose cock she was vigorously stroking.

“You know I will,” he said.

She kissed him again and smiled as their lips parted. She stroked him faster as Mitchell watched from the edge of the kitchen.

“I want you to cum on him,” Mistress Isabella said as she looked up at Mitchell. “I want you to cum all over his face. I want you to show him what it’s like to be a true cum slut.”

Mitchell felt deeply self-conscious as the guy looked over at him. He was naked in someone else’s apartment. He was watching his mistress give someone else a handjob. He felt as vulnerable as he’d ever been.

“Of course,” the guy said. “I’ll gladly paint that little bitch’s face with my load.”

Mistress Isabella laughed as she played with the other man’s big balls.

“Do you have a big load stored up for him?” she asked. “I want him to be covered in your cum. I want him to look like a dirty little cum slut.”

“I do,” the guy said. “It’s been almost a week.”

Mistress Isabella looked over at Mitchell and said, “Come in here, cum slut. Get on your knees. Show me that you’re eager to receive a facial from a real man.”

Mitchell stepped into the living area and fell to his knees in front of Mistress Isabella and the man she was jerking off.

“What do you want?” Mistress Isabella said as her hand moved up and down the other man’s thick shaft.

“I want a facial,” Mitchell said. “I want to be a dirty little cum slut for you.”

Mistress Isabella laughed and turned to the other man. They kissed again. She worked the head of his cock with her skilled fingers. The sounds of slippery stroking and sensual kissing filled Mitchell’s ears as he watched it all with a mixture of jealousy and lust coursing through him.

When the other man’s groans grew louder Mistress Isabella stood up and he joined her. They moved in front of Mitchell and he watched his mistress stroke the other man’s cock mere inches from his face.

“This is your place, Mitchell,” Mistress Isabella said. “You’re a cum slut. You’re a dirty, disgusting little cum dumpster. You’re a receptacle for the loads of superior men because you can’t fuck a woman the way she desires. You’re damned to be on your knees forever because your cock simply isn’t good enough.”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell said.

He watched the other man’s balls tighten. He watched the head of the cock swell up and throb. It turned a slightly deeper shade of purple as blood rushed to the tip.

“Cum on his face,” Mistress Isabella said. “Coat him with your load.”

The other man closed his eyes, tilted his head towards the ceiling, and groaned as the first rope of cum launched from the tip of his cock and onto Mitchell’s face.

It was a long, thick shot that landed on his forehead, nose, lips, and chin. A dozen more followed and Mistress Isabella skillfully directed the cock to ensure that most of Mitchell’s face ended up completely coated.

The other man collapsed onto the couch after the last rope of cum had hit Mitchell’s face. Mistress Isabella said, “Open your eyes, cum slut.”

Mitchell wiped the cum away from his eyes and opened them. He looked up at Mistress Isabella to see her smiling down at him.

“You look better like this,” she said. “You look prettier with a real man’s load all over your face, just like a true cum slut.”

She reached out and ran her fingers through the cum on Mitchell’s forehead. She pressed them against her lips and he opened up.

“Eat it,” she said.

Mitchell sucked the other man’s cum off her fingers and swallowed it.

“Is that yummy, Mitchell? Do you like eating other men’s cum?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied. “Thank you for feeding it to me.”

Mitchell’s cock throbbed as the taste of the other man’s load lingered in his mouth.

“I want you to jerk off while I feed you his load, Mitchell. You may not cum until I give you permission,” Mistress Isabella instructed.

Mitchell wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked slowly. He knew he was already close to cumming and if he jerked off furiously he’d lose his load almost instantly.

Mistress Isabella used her fingers to slowly gather the cum on Mitchell’s face and feed it to him. Bit by bit, he consumed what the other man had deposited on him. Soon cum was all he could taste. Soon, he was completely lost in the wild sense of lust that came from being immersed in Mistress Isabella’s seductive web.

“Cum in your hand, Mitchell,” she said. “Cum in your hand and eat it for me.”

She gathered more cum from the sides of his nose and fed it to him as Mitchell stroked his cock. He held out his hand and as Mistress Isabella’s cum coated fingers moved between his lips, Mitchell unleashed his load. The orgasm was powerful enough to make his body twitch from head to toe. He groaned and grunted and filled his hand with his thick, creamy seed.

“Eat it, Mitchell,” Mistress Isabella said as she gathered more cum from his face. “Be the cum slut I’ve trained you to be and eat your load. Eat it like a good boy.”

Mitchell lifted his hand to his mouth and poured his cum onto his tongue. He savored the taste for a few moments and swallowed. Even absent the pre-orgasmic lust, it felt good to do as his mistress desired.

“Open up,” she said.

Mitchell opened up and Mistress Isabella fed him more of the other man’s cum.

“You have three loads of cum inside you now,” she said.

Mitchell considered the kinky reality of what she was saying. He’d eaten three loads of cum in the span of a few hours.

“You’ve eaten more cum in the past few hours than most girls eat in a month, maybe longer. You really are a cum slut,” she said.

“Thank you, mistress,” he replied.

“We’re just getting started, Mitchell,” she said.

He smiled. His loins tingled with desire. He knew it was kinky and a little bit crazy, but he couldn’t see ever stopping. He wanted more of what Mistress Isabella had given him so far. A lot more.