The Training of a Cuckold Cum Slut

This is the first part of a naughty cuckold cum cleaning story that’s going to be published on my Patreon page throughout the month of December. It was first published as a part of Cum Loving Cuckolds month, which featured 12 stories of cuckolds eating semen in all kinds of ways (click that link to read all those stories on my Patreon right now!). The story blends together female domination and cuckolding in a way I hope you find pleasing. If so, check out my Patreon page for the rest of the chapters.

Loud moans and the sounds of hard sex filled the room as Mitchell watched from his knees. He was naked, fully erect, and dutifully watching as Mistress Isabella took a hard fucking.

“Fuck me,” she cried out. “Fuck me harder!”

The man inside Mistress Isabella pushed harder and faster into her wet pussy. She got louder. She was on the brink of an orgasm. Mitchell had learned to spot the signs of her impending climax, and the way she closed her eyes and tilted her head back almost always meant she was moments from cumming.

“I’m cumming!” Mistress Isabella cried out as the man inside her provided the orgasm she craved. “I’m cumming on your big cock!”

When she’d finished, she opened her eyes and smiled at the man still thrusting into her pussy. “Are you ready to cum? Are you ready to let my sweet cuckold feast on your superior seed?”

The man nodded and pulled out. He straddled Mistress Isabella’s chest and unleashed his massive load on her big natural breasts. She played with his balls as he painted her soft flesh with his thick, sticky load.

“That’s it. Give the cucky a yummy treat to clean up. Give him lots of cum to it. It’s his favorite thing to do, after all,” she said with a smile while looking over at Mitchell. “Isn’t that right, cuck? Eating the cum of superior men turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell answered.

She was right. It hadn’t always been true. Six months ago, when he met Mistress Isabella, Mitchell hadn’t heard of cuckolding or cum cleaning. They met by chance while he was out getting coffee and it changed his life.

Mitchell was staring up at the drink menu when Mistress Isabella introduced herself by grabbing his ass. It was so unexpected he cried out, momentarily drawing the attention of half the people in the coffee shop.

When Mitchell turned around he saw a strikingly beautiful, tall, dark-haired woman in knee high leather boots, a form-fitting black dress, and a leather jacket. She oozed confidence and control and before she said a word Mitchell felt as though he was under her spell.

“Can I help you?” she said as Mitchell stared at her.

He’d expected her to apologize or flirt. He hadn’t expected her to act like he was inconveniencing her by turning around. For a moment, he was flummoxed. He recovered enough to say, hesitantly, “Did you just grab my butt?”

“I did,” she said.

Her boldness was wildly appealing. Mitchell couldn’t help but smile. “Okay then,” he said. “Well, that’s fine I suppose, and if you’d like to do it again I wouldn’t argue. I’m Mitchell, by the way.”

“I do like a man that lets me do what I please,” she said. “I’m Isabella, though I prefer it if a man like you calls me Mistress Isabella.”

“A man like me?” Mitchell said.

She smiled at him and said, “I know you want me. Every man wants me. I might let you have me if you’re a good boy.”

Mitchell couldn’t deny her assertion. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. She was captivating in a way he hadn’t experienced before. Her confidence, her beauty, and the ease with which she took total command over him was enthralling.

He jumped in all the way. “I could be a good boy for you,” he said.

“I thought so. Why don’t we go to my place after this? I can begin to teach you how to be a good boy for me,” Mistress Isabella said.

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell responded, garnering a smile from the woman that would soon transform his life.

Looking back on it, there was no question in Mitchell’s mind that Mistress Isabella was training him from the start. He didn’t see it that way when it began six months ago, but of course that’s what she was doing. She’s spotted his submissive desires before he even knew they existed and she teased them to the surface.

When they walked into her spacious loft apartment on that first day, she took over immediately.

“On your knees,” she ordered. Her voice as strong and commanding. Gone was the honeyed style of speech she used in the coffee shop.

Mitchell felt compelled to obey. He fell to his knees without thinking. When she smiled, it lifted his heart. It felt good to do as she ordered.

Mistress Isabella stepped close enough to Mitchell that he could smell the leather of her boots. “Kiss my boot,” she said, moving her right foot closer to him.

Mitchell leaned down and kissed her boot as she commanded. He felt a rush of pleasure at obeying her orders. The leather felt good against his lips.

“Good boy,” Mistress Isabella said. “Now look at me.”

Mitchell sat up and looked at Mistress Isabella.

“Before we continue, there are a few things I need to make absolutely clear. First, you will never fuck me. That is not your place. I will not tolerate any begging to fuck me, either. You will be punished severely if you pester me with your worthless requests to put what I’m sure is a small cock inside me. Do you understand?” Mistress Isabella asked.

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell answered.

“Good. You’ll quickly come to understand that I enjoy sex quite a lot. I crave it, in fact. There’s nothing better than feeling the pleasure of a big cock inside me. I have other men for that. Strong, virile men that fuck me like I crave. That’s not your place. Your place is to watch them fuck me and to help in any way I command it. Do you understand?” she asked.

Mitchell suddenly felt a little nervous about what he was agreeing to. He couldn’t stop himself though. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good, because I’m going to put you to the test in just a few minutes. Now strip,” she ordered.

Mitchell stripped in front of Mistress Isabella, exposing his slim body and admittedly small cock.

“Just as I suspected,” she said while smiling at his unimpressive manhood. “You’re perfect for the part of a cuckold. Do you know what that is, Mitchell?”

“No, mistress,” he responded.

“You’re about to find out,” she said with a smile. “Follow me.”

Mitchell, naked and feeling exposed, followed behind Mistress Isabella as she walked to her closet.

“Undress me,” she ordered.

Taking to his submissive position with ease, Mitchell pulled off her leather jacket and unzipped the black dress. He silently admired her beautiful body in a simple but sexy black lace bra and panty set. When combined with the boots it was intoxicating.

“Do you like what you see?” Mistress Isabella asked.

“Yes, mistress,” he answered.

“You’ll get a chance to worship me, my sweet submissive. You’ll have many chances, in fact. Worshiping your mistress will be one of your primary tasks. Does that sound appealing to you?” she said while running her fingers over his naked flesh.

“Very much so, mistress,” Mitchell answered. His cock stiffened at her touch and the idea of getting to worship her body.

“Look at how small you are even when you’re fully erect. I’m surprised you’re not familiar with the concept of cuckolding. It seems like you’d have a hard time pleasing anyone with that cock,” she said casually.

“I do, mistress,” Mitchell admitted. “I haven’t had many girlfriends, to be honest. One even dumped me because she said I was too small.”

Mistress Isabella turned to Mitchell and gently caressed his face. Her touch was soft and soothing. “That was silly of her. She lacked imagination. She didn’t see that a man like you is worth his weight in gold. A man that understands his place, that has a natural inclination towards submission is far more useful to me than an alpha male with a big cock. Don’t worry. I know how to take advantage of your talents. Your cock is worthless to me, but the rest of you will be of great service.”

Mitchell found her words oddly calming. To other men they would have been a reason to storm out of her loft, but to him it felt right. For the first time in his life, it felt right.

“Now, take my boots off,” Mistress Isabella ordered. Mitchell fell to his knees and unzipped the leather boots. “Good boy,” she said.

Mistress Isabella ran her hands through Mitchell’s thick, dark hair. Her fingers gripped it tightly and she tilted his head until he was looking up at her. “Do you want to taste your mistress?”

Mitchell nodded and said, “Yes, please.”

Mistress Isabella pulled aside her panties and exposed her perfect looking pussy to Mitchell. She pulled him closer and said, “Worship me.”

Mitchell did as he was told, using his tongue to lick the woman that had so quickly identified his submissive tendencies. She moaned and slowly moved her pussy over his face, using his tongue to pleasure herself.

“I knew you’d be good at this,” she said. “You’re a natural submissive, Mitchell, and you’re going to be a very good boy for me.”

Just as he was getting into the pure bliss of worshiping her pussy, Mistress Isabella pulled it away from him. “He’ll be here soon,” she said. “Thank you for getting me wet for him. Soon you’ll be watching as another man fucks me to the kind of orgasm you could never hope to provide with that little dick of yours. Then you’ll be given the privilege of cleaning his cum off of me.”

“Cleaning his cum?” Mitchell asked in a mildly distressed voice.

Mistress Isabella walked over to him and lifted his chin with her delicate fingers. “Yes, my dear. A cuckold always cleans the cum of the men that fuck his wife, or in your case, mistress. He does it willingly. He understands that it’s a privilege and a pleasure for him to consume the cum of superior men. He does it because it’s what his mistress craves, and making his mistress happy is all that matters to him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell answered. As he stared into her eyes he felt oddly calm. It was as if every word she spoke was an absolute truth he’d be a fool to question.

“What a cuckold truly craves is to consume a superior man’s cum from his mistress’s pussy, but that’s a pleasure you must earn. If you’re a very good boy for me I will grant you that privilege, but it won’t happen anytime soon,” she said.

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell said. As her words sank in, he couldn’t imagine actually finding it pleasurable to lick another man’s cum out of her pussy, though his still-throbbing erection indicated he might simply be unwilling to admit his obvious desire.

“My lover will be arriving soon. When he does, you are to stay on your knees by the bed. You will not speak unless spoken to and you absolutely will not masturbate. If you touch your cock, our relationship will end before it has begun. Do you understand?” she asked sternly.

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell answered.

When Mistress Isabella’s lover arrived she led him to the bed they kissed with a kind of fervor Mitchell had rarely experienced. It was like watching an erotic porn play out in front of him. He held his hands tightly behind his back to ensure he wouldn’t masturbate.

Unexpectedly, Mistress Isabella turned to Mitchell and said, “Look at his cock, cuckold.” She wrapped her fingers around her lover’s thick cock and stroked him slowly. “This is a real man’s cock. This is the kind of cock that can satisfy a woman.”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell replied.

“Do you have a cock that can satisfy a woman?” she asked.

“No, mistress,” he answered.

“No, you don’t. You have a pathetic little cock. Your cock doesn’t deserve the pleasure of fucking a woman because your cock can’t offer a woman any pleasure. Your place is on your knees watching as a real man fucks your mistress. Your place will never be to fuck me. Do you understand?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress, I understand,” Mitchell said. The aggressive assault on his cock size felt sudden, but it was true. He looked at the cock in Mistress Isabella’s hand and noted that she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around it. He looked down at his and knew she’d have no trouble doing so. The man in her hand was at least twice his length, too. There was no question he possessed a superior cock.

“Now you’re going to watch how a real man fucks me,” Mistress Isabella said. “I want you to pay close attention.”

“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell replied.

Mistress Isabella returned to kissing her well-built, well-hung lover as she stroked his cock. He moaned as she deftly pleasured his manhood, leaving him with a throbbing erection that clearly yearned to be inside him.

“Come here, cuckold,” Mistress Isabella ordered.

Mitchell moved closer to the bed and watched as Mistress Isabella collected a large drop of her lover’s precum with the tip of her finger. “Open up,” she ordered. Mitchell opened his mouth and Mistress Isabella pushed her finger past his lips and onto his tongue. “Taste him.” He closed his lips and sucked the precum off her finger. “Good boy.”

Mistress Isabella moved to her back, spread her legs, and said, “Fuck me,” to her lover. He rubbed his large cock over and between her pussy lips and slowly pushed inside her. She groaned as his thickness stretched her out.

“Size matters, cuckold. You can’t know, because you’re a man, but any woman that says size doesn’t matter is lying to you. Your little dick can’t make me feel like his big cock can. It can’t make me feel what I’m feeling right now,” she said to Mitchell.

As her lover’s cock bottomed out inside her, Mistress Isabella wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close for a long, slow kiss. She sucked on his tongue and gently bit his lower lip when he pulled away. There was a look of pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes that Mitchell had never seen in a woman he’d had sex with.

“Fuck me,” Mistress Isabella said. “Give me that big cock.”

Mitchell watched as the thickly muscular man fucked Mistress Isabella and he was genuinely amazed. He’d never seen sex like it, even in porn. It was passionate and aggressive. It was a couple connected on a physical level and a woman using a big cock for her pleasure.

He looked down to see precum dripping from the tip of his dick. He was clearly enthralled with what was happening in front of him. It was incredible to watch Mistress Isabella give herself over to the fucking she was receiving. For a woman that seemed so in control of everything at all times, she was cutting loose and giving her body to the thrill of having a big cock inside her. Mitchell found it intensely arousing.

“That’s it, fuck me. Fuck me harder!” Mistress Isabella cried out. “Make me cum. Make me cum with that big cock!”

As she screamed in pure delight, Mitchell felt his loins come alive. It felt like a kind of arousal he’d never experienced before. His entire pelvic area tingled with a kind of need that he couldn’t satisfy as he watched Mistress Isabella get fucked.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming on your big cock!” she screamed.

Mitchell watched as the orgasm seemed to run through her body. Her legs relaxed and fell to the bed as her fingers danced lightly over the sheets. She arched her back let out a low, guttural moan. He was certain he’d never made a woman cum like that before.

Soon after the orgasm finished, she told her lover, “Cum on my tits. The cuckold needs to clean his first load.”

He pulled his long, thick cock out of her pussy and it glistened with the wetness of her pleasure. Mistress Isabella wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked him over her breasts. “Cover my tits with your cum. Unload on me. Let that big cock cum all over me.”

Compared to the humiliating dirty talk she’d directed at him, this was surprising. It thrilled Mitchell, though. The man that had just fucked her to an orgasm was granted the gift of her urging him to unload his semen on her breasts. Mitchell imagined her saying it to him and knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds if a woman that beautiful and elegant begged for his load on her breasts.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before her lover unleashed his seed on Mistress Isabella’s breasts. He groaned and multiple thick shots of cum launched from the head of his cock. She gently moved his cock as he came, ensuring he coated her breasts nicely.

When he was finished, the well-hung man walked to the bathroom, leaving Mitchell alone with Mistress Isabella.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning him to the bed.

Mitchell crawled into the bed next to her and admired her cum-covered breasts.

“They look beautiful, don’t they?” she said.

“They really do,” he said.

“Do you want to clean them?” Mistress Isabella asked.

Mitchell thought he’d have to go along with it, to give the answer she wanted to hear. He thought he’d never be able to honestly say he wanted to clean another man’s cum off her tits. “Yes, I want to clean them,” he said, and he meant it. He desperately wanted to clean the thick semen that rested on her beautiful breasts.

Mistress Isabella guided him to her left breast and said, “Clean me, cuckold. Lick up his cum.”

For the first time in his life, Mitchell tasted cum. He’d never consumed his own and he certainly hadn’t eaten another man’s either. As he ran his tongue over the soft flesh of Mistress Isabella’s breast, he tasted another man’s cum for the first time.

She moaned as Mitchell embraced his duty. The first taste wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d feared it would be, and as he swallowed for the first time his cock throbbed. Unexpectedly, he was turned on by consuming the cum. Mistress Isabella was right about him.

“Good boy,” she said while running her fingers through his hair. Her soft words and gentle touch soothed Mitchell’s remaining anxieties about eating cum and he began to eagerly lick and suck the rest of her lover’s cum from Mistress Isabella’s perfect breasts.

When he was finished, Mitchell sat back on his knees and smiled at Mistress Isabella. “Did you enjoy your reward for being a good cuckold?” she asked.

“Yes. Thank you mistress,” Mitchell replied.

“You have a lot to learn, cuckold, but today was a very good start. Do you want to do this again?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” Mitchell said with a hint of desperation in his voice.

Mistress Isabella smiled. “Very good,” she said. “I think you’re going to make an excellent cuckold, Mitchell. We’re going to have so much fun together.”

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