"Yes, mistress"

You're unable to stop the churning in your balls. Jesse's soft hands and filthy talk was forcing the cum out of you through gritted teeth. Jesse's fingers undulated over the head as your cum poured out, covering and coating her dainty porcelain fingers.

She grabbed the back of your head and held her sperm-covered fingers up to you.

"Eat it." Jesse smirked, "From now on you clean all your messes."

You did as you were told. For the first time, you tasted yourself on her. It was bitter - you always were a heavy coffee drinker. You scowled but continued your duty.

"That is the taste of a weak man. A man who can't make his girl a screamer. A man who can't make his girl finish. You made me taste it many times. Never again. I will never eat the cum of weak men. Nod and let me know you understand."

You suck the last remnants of seed off her pinky. "Yes, mistress," your voice squeaks out meekly. Jesse was right. You were a weak man. She deserved better cock. Plus, her newfound confidence and domination over you was clearly turning you on.

"We're starting this new chapter of our life right away, John. Tomorrow when you get back from work, I will have already been fucked. I've got a long list of men I've gathered through the years while you impotently humped me. Tomorrow, you'll know the taste of a strong man."