This post will be in two parts, one from My perspective, and one from his…

With our renewed commitment to the lifestyle (you’ll note, I used to refer to it as a game… Implying this was something we were trying for a while, but that we would revert  back to our ‘normal’ sex life from time to time while on a ‘break’.  We have now made this our norm, and this is now our lifestyle.  Him in his place, on his knees at my feet, and me exploring whatever depths of pleasure and sexual stimulation I want…)

So, with our renewed commitment to the lifestyle, I wanted to really drive the point home to pup that he is my toy.  I own him, mind, body, and soul, and he only exists to please me and do my bidding.  I can use his body any way I want, and I plan to.

To that end, we had met a wonderful gay Dom several months ago, who was eager to help me train pup to suck cock better.  He had been patiently waiting for us to be ready to take that next step, and so I contacted him a couple of weeks ago, and we set a date.

Pup didn’t really think I would go through with it, and when the date got closer, and E. and I began to finalize plans, pup got very nervous.  He spent the days and hours leading up trying to get out of it.  He tried to tempt me away with promises of setting up an evening with one of my bulls, even going so far as to beg my bulls to intercede on his behalf and offer me an alternative evening of pleasure for me.   When that didn’t work, he tried to delay things, asking E. and I if we could grab a drink first (E. had plans later that evening, so I am sure pup was hoping we would grab a drink and run out of time).
None of that worked, and the evening arrived.  To calm pup down, I offered to meet him a bit early for a drink and to talk about how much I wanted this.  We headed to a local bar, only to find when we walked in that one of pup’s best friends was sitting there.  He had seen us walk in, so we had no choice but to sit with him.  FUCK.  What to do now??

But then it hit me, distract him.  Even though he is talking to his friend, don’t let him take his mind off of the fact that in just a couple of hours he would officially be my little cocksucker.  So I started sending him texts, asking him what his friend would think if he knew what pup was going to do after we left there:

“How does it feel to sit and talk to your friend and know you’re going to suck cock for me in an hour and a half?

What would he think if he knew what a fucking whore you are?

I’d bet he would want you to suck him off too.  Just get under the table here at the bar and service him.”

Would you do that for me, bitch? Would you get down on your knees and suck any cock I tell you to, even if it’s your friend?”

“Yes, Master, I would”

“Are you watching him talk and thinking about his cock? I’ll bet it’s short, but kind of thick.  Definitely bigger than your little dicklette.  Can you picture it sliding in your mouth?  Through your lips, over your teeth, hitting your throat, blocking your airway?

Do you think he is a quiet cummer?  I don’t.  I think he gets rough the more he gets into it.  I think he grunts and groans, and explodes…”

Well, that did the trick, we paid the tab and headed to E.’s house.  pup still apprehensive, but more resolved that this was happening.  I made him drive collared and leashed, and every time he tried to talk me out of it I yanked the leash like an owner does to a dog when correcting his bad behavior.

We pulled up to E.’s apartment and pup tried to use his safe word.  “Red, red, red” he said.  I yanked his leash and told him No very sternly.  He said, “you can’t say no, I am using my safe word.”

But he wasn’t really.  I know when his limit is almost pushed too far… The look on his face, the tone in his voice.  After 3+ years of cucking him, I have learned the difference between really pushing it, and simple cuckold (and now, cocksucker) angst.  This was simply angst, and the only way to get past that is to force him to do what he thinks he doesn’t want to do.

So we proceeded through the gate and up to the door.  E. was waiting for us.  We hugged hello, and then I handed him pup’s leash.  If you will recall, this is something I have never done before. I have never handed my sub over to another to control.  Now, of course E. and I had discussed the boundaries of that control, and I was going to be there the whole time, but when I handed over my pup’s leash, that was symbolic to him, E., and even me that I was at best a passive participant in what was about to happen.  This was merely a show I was watching, and my little bitch was the player, E. the director.  

E. led pup upstairs to his bedroom, I followed.  Pup was VERY nervous, so E. had him take a few deep breaths while looking directly at him. He then commanded pup to take off his clothes.  E. took off his clothes as well.  E then laid on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, and commanded pup to get on all fours in front of him on the bed.  pup obeyed, and first E. just had him look at his cock.  He talked to pup about how much he’s been looking forward to it.  As he talked, his cock grew, and for the first of many times that night I was a little jealous of pup.  E. has a very thick, 8 inch cock, and he is 100% not into me. *sigh*  But, that was what I wanted for pup’s first blow job.  I wanted it to be with a cock that wanted only his mouth, and wasn’t distracted by the desire to also fuck me.  So, while I was jealous, it was far overridden by the fact that E. was singularly focused on owning pup’s mouth, and fucking it with the zeal and desire that I craved for him.  I had believed leading up to it that the best way for pup to lose his mouth virginity was to do so in a manner in which my presence wouldn’t distract or deter from the act.  I wanted more than anything to be a passive observer, who really didn’t need to be present for the act to be everything I wanted it to be.

This is actually my cuckold sub

E. delivered just that.  He had no problem commanding pup in a firm, guiding way.  He kept him in check, and didn’t let him weasel his way out.  He also deferred to me a couple of times, just out of courtesy, which was nice.  But for the most part, I just sat back and watched.

pup took a little while to get into it, being very nervous at first.  After a while, though he relaxed and let go.  It was at that moment, when I realized he really was sucking this cock for me, trying to get it off, willing to make it cum just for me that my pussy began to gush.  I can’t believe how incredibly turned on I was watching my fiance, the love of my life, the man I adore over all others on his knees, servicing a cock for me.  I used to think that there was nothing sexier than making a man cum, but now I know that the sexiest thing in this world is a man who will go to any lengths, submit to anything regardless of how degrading or outside his comfort zone it is just to get you off, doing just that.

Earlier in the week we had been discussing our top 5, then top 10 sexual experiences.  This blows them all out of the water, and I didn’t even participate.  But the utter abandon, the complete submission to my will made this by far the hottest sexual experience I have ever had.  Turning my love into a cock sucking whore for my pleasure is the sexiest thing ever.

E.  really made him work for it, too.  pup would speed up to try and make him cum, and E. would slow him down (gush, gush, gush goes the pussy).  pup would try to use more hand than mouth so as not to gag, an E. would call him on it, making him remove his hands and go down as far as he could, then a little farther (gush gush gush… SO frigging hot).  After a while of sitting on the side of the bed in a chair E. had set up for me (so nice!), E. invited me to sit beside him on the bed.  This gave me a front row view of the whole act, and enabled me to make eye contact with pup several times (gush, gush, gush… every time his eyes met mine with that cock filling his mouth).

Then, when E. was ready,  he commanded pup to lay on his back.  E. Climbed on pup’s chest, straddling him (gush, gush, gush), and began the slow build up to his climax.  pup, knowing that I was right there next to him reached over, up my skirt, and into my panties, inserting his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.  So there I sat, on E.’s bed watching pup lie beneath a man whose cock he just sucked,  cum all over his face and chest, while pup fingered my pussy.  And cum he did.  Wave after wave of it, shooting all over pup’s face, dribbling onto his chest.  Once he had finished, to ensure pup stayed marked, he wiped all of his load into pup’s face.  All over it. (gush, gush, gush)…

He then allowed pup to dress, walked him downstairs, handed the leash back over to me, and we said goodnight.

As you know, pup hasn’t received a blow job from me in at least two years.  He had been told that he must first give one to receive one.  So, as a reward,  pup got just that… But that’s his story to tell… xoxo

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