Cum Eating Slut

I let him cum, as long as he swallows every load. He shoots ropes of cum which can make it harder. “Slurp your cummies for Mommy” I encourage him. It’s a rule for My devoted cuckold slave to eat his cum. Now, he craves it! Begging Me to cum so he can savor his salty treat. I even had him start mixing it into his morning coffee. He’s addicted to eating his cum. Sometimes, he cums twice in a row and reports the different consistencies to Me. The first load, is sticky and thick. The second, watery and saltier…a little harder to swallow. But he does it because he loves to serve Me and make Me happy. Mommy’s little sperm slurper! I love training beta boys to eat their cum, that’s the beta boy way. Eventually, he’ll move on to eating other boy’s cum. Sometimes out of My dripping creampied … Continue readingCum Eating Slut

Bondage Story by Lita Lecherous

A bdsm bondage story about psychological D/S dynamic by Lita Lecherous I run my hand over the chains, feeling the smooth cold steel. Their weight is impeccable; heavy enough to hold down her ankles, but light enough that she can still move just enough. Enough to give her hope, that maybe she could crawl away. I look down on her, naked and pale– tracing the contours of her helpless body with my eyes. She looks back up at me, pleading to be used. “In due time,” I whisper as I kneel to adjust the remaining bondage. She sits on all fours on the hard concrete, thick metal shackles on each of her ankles, waiting to be chained to the wall. When she asked what I was doing in the basement last week I merely shrugged her off. I notice her knees are already shaking from holding this position, but she … Continue readingBondage Story by Lita Lecherous

Controlled By Mommy’s Feet

A naughty short story about a young man who just can’t stay away from his Mommy’s feet… I hear the door close downstairs, my heart races once I realize I’m completely alone. Mom has just left for work, and she won’t be back for another 9 hours. It’s the weekend, so I’m king of the castle until then. Most college kids my age would have a party, or maybe a girl over. But not me, there is only one thing on my mind. I creep down the hall quietly, still skeptical of my luck. I reach out my hand for the door at the end of the hall and push the it open to reveal my mother’s bedroom. For a few minutes, I stand in the middle of the room, scanning it with my eyes. The idea of being caught starts to mix with the perversion of the crime I’m … Continue readingControlled By Mommy’s Feet