The moon is my accomplice tonight, its silvery light casting a spell of enchantment over my boudoir. I lounge on my chaise, the picture of seductive decadence, my eyes are fixed on the man who has become my most devoted admirer. After many erotic sessions dedicated to my pleasure, my FemDom cum eating submissive pet is no longer a cum eating beginner.

Commanding My Pet to Stroke for Me

My pet kneels before me, his body a temple of desire, his eyes burning with a need that only I could satisfy. I revel in the power I hold over him, the way his breath hitches with every glance, every word that falls from my lips.

I reach out, my hand barely brushing against the bulge in his pants. He’s like steel under my touch, and I can’t help but smirk. I love having him at my mercy, wound up so tight he might just snap.

“Pet,” I said, my voice a playful purr. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself. Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

His eyes widen, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across his face. I can see the struggle within him, the battle between his dominant nature outside of the walls of my boudoir and the submission he so willingly surrenders to me.

“Don’t make me wait,” I chide, my tone light but laced with command. “I want to see that cock in your hand. Stroke it for me. Let me see how much you desire your Goddess.”

With a deep, shuddering breath, he obeys, his hand wrapping around his hardened length. I watch, my gaze hungry, as he begins to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, each one a silent testament to my power.

I sit up, my body language inviting, my eyes locked on his. “That’s it, my pet,” I encourage, my voice a silky whisper. “Stroke yourself for me. Let me see the effect I have on you.”

Sensually Cockteasing My Pet

His breathing grows ragged, his movements more frantic as he chases his release. But I am not ready to let him find it just yet. I am a Goddess of teasing and temptation and I will draw out this moment of vulnerability and need.

“Stop,” I command, my voice a sharp contrast to the softness of my previous words. His hand stilled instantly, his eyes wide and questioning.

“Good pet,” I praise, my tone dripping with condescension. “But you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you? I want to savor this, to watch you squirm and beg for your release.”

“Pet,” I said, my voice a playful melody that dances in the air between us. “Before you may seek your own release, you must first ensure that I am thoroughly satisfied. I want you to worship me with your mouth, to taste my divine nectar and make me sing with pleasure. You remember the FemDom Rules For Being an Oral Slave, don’t you?”
A shiver of anticipation runs through him, his gaze dropping to the apex of my thighs, where my silk gown has ridden up, offering him a glimpse of the paradise that awaits.
“But remember,” I add, my finger wagging in a mock scold. “You must not seek your own pleasure until I have found mine. Do you understand, my pet?”

His nod is almost imperceptible, his body tense with the effort of his restraint. I can see the desire etched into every line of his face, the way his cock twitches with the need for contact, for release.
“Good,” I purr, parting my legs in silent invitation. “Now, come and show me just how devoted you truly are.”

My Pet Proves His Devotion to My Pleasure

He crawls towards me, his movements deliberate and full of need. His hands skimming up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my gown aside, revealing my most intimate place. I watch him, my eyes gleaming with amusement and power, as he positions himself between my legs. My pet knows that FemDom body worship is a celebration of the divine feminine and he is eager to show me that my body is a temple that his worships and adores.

“Go on,” I encourage, my voice a soft whisper in the quiet of the room. “Taste me, pet. Let me feel your adoration on my skin.”
His first tentative lick was like a spark of electricity, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I let out a low moan, my fingers threading through his hair, guiding him, teaching him the rhythm that will bring me the most exquisite pleasure.
“That’s it, my pet,” I murmur, my body arching into his touch. “Just like that. Worship your Goddess with your mouth. Make me cum.”

“Just like that. Worship your Goddess with your mouth. Make me cum.”

His tongue is a revelation, dancing over my clit with an expertise that belied his status as a mere mortal. I could feel the tension building within me, a coil of desire that threatens to snap at any moment.
I ride the waves of my impending orgasm, my cries echoing off the walls of my boudoir, a testament to his skill, his devotion. And when I finally tumble over the edge, it is a symphony of sensation, a cascade of ecstasy that leaves me breathless and sated.
As I come down from the heights of my pleasure, I look into my pet’s eyes, seeing the hunger there, the need for his own release. I smile wickedly, knowing that I have the power to grant or deny his deepest desires.

How Badly Does My Pet Need to Cum for Me?

“Tell me, pet,” I whisper, my lips grazing his ear. “How much do you want to cum for me? How much do you ache to spill your seed of devotion at my feet?”

His response is a strangled moan, a testament to the exquisite torment I am inflicting upon him. I revel in his helplessness, in the way he hangs on my every word, my every touch.

“Beg for it,” I demand, my voice low and seductive. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Please, Goddess Demi,” he gasps, his body trembling with the effort of his restraint. “Please, let me cum for you. I need to cum for you.”

“Please, let me cum for you. I need to cum for you.”

I lean back, my eyes gleaming with mischief and power. “You can cum for me, pet,” I command, my voice dropping to a husky growl. “Let me see it. Let me see how much you truly worship me. Show me the power of your desire.”

With my permission granted, he resumes his strokes, his body coiling like a spring as he races towards his climax. And then, with a deep growl and a guttural cry that echoes through the room, he obeys, his cum painting the floor of my boudoir. I drink in the sight of his surrender, my own need coiling tight within me.

I watch with satisfaction as he shudders from the magnitude of his release, his body spent and sated. But the game was still not yet over.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, my pet,” I said, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “But don’t worry, I have just the solution.”

I gesture to the puddle of his essence, my eyes sparkling with amusement. “Clean it up, pet. Show me your devotion by lapping up every drop of your cum. Prove to me that you are truly devoted.”

My Cum Eating Submissive Pet Worships His Goddess

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leans down, his tongue darting out to clean up the mess he has made for me. I watch, my arousal flaring anew at the sight of his submission, his willingness to do anything to please me.

“Such a good boy,” I murmur, my voice soft with genuine affection. “You’ve pleased me well tonight.”

In the aftermath, with my pet still on his knees resting at my feet, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Our dance of teasing and temptation had been a masterful performance, a testament to the sacred bond between a cockteasing Goddess and her devoted FemDom cum eating submissive pet.

Eating your cum after finally being granted that sweet release is one of many benefits of orgasm control.

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