Lesson: Sir's cumslut
I am Sir’s cumslut. While I must admit that in the beginning of my sexual adventures, I did not much care for cum, Sir has taught me the true meaning of earning his Gift, as well as unlocked my passion for being able to truly revel in it.
The word “Gift” evokes feelings of pride. I have earned this, and only by earning Sir’s Gift am I truly allowed to enjoy it. Knowing that I made Sir cum, knowing that I brought him that much pleasure, puts a smile on my face and gives me true satisfaction.
In the same vein, reveling in the receipt of his Gift shows that appreciation, that love of seeing him receive pleasure from me, from allowing me to pleasure him.
However, let me be clear: Each encounter I have with Sir is not a race to earn his Gift. It is about providing Sir with pleasure, and perhaps the receipt of his Gift is not what would give him pleasure that evening. 100%, the focus is on pleasing him, and not racing to a finish line. This lesson was further ingrained through training in worshipping.
The sounds, the faces, the movements he makes right before, during, and after he releases are absolutely delicious to me. I can’t help but grin and get butterflies when I notice Sir reaching his peak.
Whether Sir is cumming on my tits, my ass, my cunt, my face, or anywhere on my body, it is appreciated each time. By placing his gift on my skin, he is claiming me, reminding me that I belong to him. Above all else, when he cums on or in my cunt, I feel most claimed, most as his possession. I am not quite sure why this is, but I know it to be true.
When Sir first releases onto my flesh, it is warm, wet, sticky… and very pleasing. As he rubs it into my skin, feeling the affected areas change due to its presence is quite intoxicating. I am his.
When Sir cums in my mouth, I make it a point to stick out my tongue to show it off to him before swallowing his Gift. Sir has trained me to do this, but it also gives me pleasure to show off for my Dom… ;)
When Sir makes me clean his Gift - either from another or from the floor, counter, some other surface - the degradation involved gets me ready for round two… I am demoted to simply a wipe to clean the floor. Is it dirty? Who cares. My job is to clean, and clean I must. And I do.
When Sir provides the cream in my morning coffee or releases on my food he is showing me that my hunger for cum is so strong, that my submission is so devoted, that not even a bite of what I eat won’t be graced with his Gift. Because I’m his dirty little cumslut, and I always need to be reminded of my place.
--Ginger
