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My Cum Eating Husband

... video. "The other foot, too."

After a few minutes, I decided I'd get to the point. "Keep sucking while I talk. You know that you need me to make you eat your cum. You said as much. But think about it. You need me to make you do something you could do yourself. Doing it yourself doesn't turn you on. It's me making me you do it. You are submissive, Steven. And I didn't put it together until today." He looked up as if he was going to say something. "Don't interrupt. That's right. Keep sucking my toes."

"But I've figured out that it goes beyond that. You enjoyed it quite a bit when I've teased you aboutall that cum I'm going to make you eat, from the first time to today. It really turns you on not only knowing that it's coming but that I like making you uncomfortable."

"Look at you, your cock is so hard and you're not even touching it. Being made to suck my toes turns you on. And then you obeyed my crazy request this morning about going into the garage without any complaint. Only, it wasn't a request, was it? No. I told you to do it. And you did it. You like the humiliation. Like right now. Steven, you like me being dominant, don't you?"

He had a tear in the corner of his eye. I felt guilty for capturing it on video. "In this, yes," he said.

"Inthis," I repeated. "When it involves cum-eating? Is that it?"

"Yes," he said.

"You'll do anything for me if I make you eat your cum, right?"

He nodded.

"You're wrong. It's not just that. It's everything that ...

... leads up to it as well. I get to decide how often you cum. That means I control how much cum there will be. And I get to decide when, where, and what occasion to make you eat your cum. You like the way that sounds, don't you?"

He stopped sucking to answer. "Keep sucking. That was rhetorical. Humiliation comes from me teasing you about it. It's also doing things I tell you to do. Here's what is in store for you. Some of those times and places might be inconvenient. I might send you to the bathroom in a restaurant to return with your mouth full. I might make you do it when we hike on a trail, or sit in a parking lot. I'll tease you endlessly about it. I might make you wait 10 or 15 minutes after you cum before you can eat it when it's dried out and any thoughts about sex are long gone. I'm not wrong about this. Look at your cock, Steven."

He did. I could see his chest moving, hear his breaths.

"It's leaking, and you're not even touching it. Imagine we're at the breakfast table, and I tell you to cum in your coffee. Imagine if... imagine if I told a friend about your kink."

He looked horrified, but his cock was rock hard.

"I wouldn't do that. But even that turned you on. Now, lick up all that pre-cum and tell me when you're done."

I closed my eyes. There was no need to give him the pleasure of me watching.

"Done," he said.

"I think it's probably a good point to settle this. If you refuse to do what I tell you, what should I do about that?" I asked. I ...