Evilmommie's Little Sperm Eater

My husband had a complete aversion to eating his semen, or anyone else's. The first time I asked him to lick his semen out of my vagina after making love to me, he was quite annoyed. It was John who had encouraged me to dominate him, but he didn't want to do anything too icky. Besides which, I had recently put John into a chastity device and he'd been abstinent for some time, and his semen backlog had risen after I'd begun tying him down for long teasing treatments, tying Johnnie to a bed or chair and running my long red nails up and down his quivering, unsatisfied shaft, pulling and stroking…and then icing him down and putting him back in the belt! So when he was allowed to mount me, he'd squirted a great deal of semen into me, and he especially didn't want to lick it all out.

"No, Evilmommie, I just can't go there, darling. I'll clean you out with a rag as I always do." Many women don't even get that treatment from a husband, but as you can tell, Evilmommie wanted more! "Very well, darling." I smiled. "But the next time you'll be out of that thing will be twice as long as the term you just served—two weeks, perhaps?" John had had fantasies of the chastity device, but he'd quickly grown to hate it, and certainly he didn't want to do more than a few days in it. (Now of course, he is only allowed to cum once every two months) So finally John gagged, and licked me out, and also gave me a couple of orgasms afterwards. He was more than a little turned on by the concept of being forced to eat his own semen, quite obviously! But the revulsion was still there.

After a time, I began having sex with John less, preferring his mouth's attentions. After his spending several hours between my legs, I would unlock the belt and blow him or jerk him off…and then I realized that Evilmommie doesn't have to do all that work! So I'd have Johnnie masturbate himself into a little dish and go wash it off…and then one day a woman on one of my e-groups challenged me to get Johnnie to lick up his semen. I was a bit chagrined by this, I didn't know how far I could take this thing. After all, John is a successful dentist and a rather attractive man, and he might just think Evilmommie had gone a bit far. We are at that dangerous age…the children have moved out, and I didn't want Johnnie to. But the woman, a Goddess Marguerite encouraged me. "Just do what you did with the belt, darling" she wrote. "Make the poor bugger stay locked up until he complies." And it worked! I got the curt refusal "No I won't lick my own semen" and this time I had him locked for a month, and amazingly! John quite docilely licked up his sperm the next time he was allowed release. So now he was either licking it out of me or off the plate whenever he was allowed out of the chastity device. With my constant milking and teasing of Johnnie's little penis, he was always quite ready to release, and at some point I rather think he would've licked up nuclear waste if I'd required it.

But then gradually, I began seeing other men ( I found I was to be somewhat turned off at the sight of a quivering, nude ball of jelly crouched on the Oriental rug, slobbering over the tips of my nice calfskin pumps…much more fun to enjoy the attentions of a nice, muscular bicycle courier, or perhaps that's just me!) and I completely stopped sleeping with John, only enjoying his oral attentions, quite often after I'd been visiting others.

One afternoon, after I'd spent the morning with my tennis pro and the afternoon with the UPS man, I was lying rather exhaustedly on the couch. I felt I should douche, as the two young men's loads were almost falling out of me. But then the door opened and John came in from work. He saw me lying on the couch, with my robe open and a bit of mess coming out, and his face darkened. There was nothing, NOTHING the man could do about this adultery business, but he certainly became quite angry about it. "Darling, I—I feel a bit messy." I confessed after he'd taken off his jacket and kissed me on the cheek. "Won't you clean me out?" I winked. "They call them creampies, you know." John stamped his foot. "Mean another man's sewage? Evilmommie, perhaps you have finally gone too far." I smiled, and reached out to unbuckle John's pants, and as they dropped to his ankles, I unlocked and removed his chastity device (keep the key around your neck, girls!) and began to massage his poor, neglected penis. It quickly hardened, and Johnnie moaned. I had been putting him through all kinds of hell with my long, penile massages…I'd gone from jerking him hard and fast, again and again to the point that he'd be about to release and then stopping…to forbidding him orgasm! It would be Johnnie's responsibility to hold back. I tried to tease and massage him every day, and at this point in our relationship, the poor boy was only allowed to cum about once a month, and then of course it was jerking off into the dish, and slurping it up.

John had now been denied 18 days, and was quite horny, as I spent a great deal of time running about in tight, frilly outfits that exposed my bulging cleavage and long legs. Just now, it was true that my pussy was seeping shamefully, but I had a pale blue brassiere on under my gown, and I began giving John little peeks at my cleavage as I casually stroked his stiffening rod. I ran my nails around the head of John's cock taking the foreskin between my thumb and middle finger and pulling it back and forth, very gradually, teasing the frenum. John looked quite stubborn, though. He had terrible resentments against my infidelities, especially since all of his orgasms were controlled by me! I could blow and fuck who I liked, and Johnnie couldn't even jerk off without permission! But my rubbing was having some sort of effect on him. John's teeth were gritted, his cock was a missile,and preejaculate was slowly dripping from the glans. Pumping his cock slowly, I asked again "Darling boy, can't you consider your Evilmommie'e needs? Those bad men who were here er-violating me mean NOTHIING to Evilmommie. Darling, please clean Evilmommie out, and I'll give you a little treat!"

I showed John my bra again, and I swung my breasts about seductively. John's mouth watered. I pulled the tip of Johnnie's penis to the tips of my cleavage, and poked his poor, frustrated cock between my pink breasts sloowwwly. John is not allowed to touch my breasts often, or even see them uncovered, though the "covers" I use for them are not very baggy…usually snug sweaters and tight t-shirts, even at my age. I pushed his penis further between my tender breasts and blew cool air on the purple glans and then licked the tip a bit, as it popped out of the cleavage again. Then I began toying with the foreskin and tickling the scrotum with my other hand, and did my nails tickle that poor groin of his! John giggled, and I think then he forgot the other men. I played along the middle of his violent, trembling shaft, alternately pumping hard and then very slowly, and he moaned, and even more preejaculate was drooling down his penis. But John still shook his head when I pointed to my vagina. Annoyed, I stood up and pointed to the arm of the sofa, and and John sighed and bent over, his bare bottom sticking up as his hard cock pressed against the itchy material of the sofa arm. I went over and picked up my trusty razor strop and walked casually back over to where John's bottom was sticking out.

"Sweetness, Evilmommie's not mad at you, honey. This is just a part of your training.honey. Are you absolutely certain that you won't clean Evilmommie out?" Johnnie began to cry a bit. "Not-not their mess. Just mine." John coughed. "I am after all your husband" he added bitterly. I sighed and gave Johnnie's bottom the first lash WHACK! "What do you say, Johnnie?" I asked quietly. "Th-thank you Evilmommie." WHACK WHACK "Thank y-you Evilmommie" I began feeling revolted. John could never take pain as well as some of the other slave-men at our local S/M club. When I was attempting to train Johnnie to take his whippings in silence, I'd promise him a blowjob which he hadn't had in years, if he could just take the lashing with the strap, cane or scourge like a "little man" Johnnie would drop his pants, his eyes glistening at the memories of my full lips around his cock, and then he'd bend over…and every time, after about the eighth stroke, his "Thank you, Evilmommie" would turn into "th-thank—sob-please, no more—thank (sob) you, Evil-Mahm—please no more!" Usually after he began crying in earnest, I'd get furious and give him about thirty more strokes, after each of which Johnnie would just scream and struggle and then I would order him into the corner, and my daughter and her sorority sisters (who for some reason found this quite amusing) would chuckle as Johnnie shuffled to the corner, his pants bunched around his ankles and his poor bottom welted red.

Today was no different, I whipped Johnnie for about ten minutes, and then he was on his knees, grabbing his butt with both hands and weeping. "Please don't make me lick up that scum, oh please…" So I turned tender again, and reached down to stroke his penis affectionalely. "Be a good boy and lick it up all now, and it'll be over, and I'll let you take Evilmommie's panties into the potty room and you can do your business in them…" Johnnie's eyes lit up. It is sad that a former Marine, and a medical doctor who once slept with five or six women at a time, even several years into our marriage, had now been degraded into wanting, or at least being pleased by so little, but finally Johnnie nodded happily and he licked me out and once again, licked for several moments longer, and he's never objected to creampies or semen, his or anyone elses. Unfortunateley, when he finished, he looked at me expectantly. Then he was shocked when I attempted to stuff his cock back into the chastity device. "B-buh Evilmommie, you said Johnnie could take your panties—" I finally got annoyed at the hardness of Johnnie's cock and I got my whippy cane and WHACKED it into limpness. As Johnny was weeping once again, I locked him in. "Yes, sweetness I will let you jerk off into Evilmommie's panties, but you get two months of celibacy for all the fuss you put up first. Anything else?" I added severely. "No Evilmommie dearest."

Wonderful! Then why don't you go get Evilmommie's dinner together." Johnnie pulled up his pants and walked off to the kitchen sobbing softly.

And that's how I taught my husband to eat sperm!

Love, Evilmommie

Punctuality

John must be at home every night at seven o'clock. His practice generally ends at five-thirty...he's a dentist and the work is over then. We live twenty minutes away. Allowing him half an hour to do a bit of paper work and fifteen minutes or so to play grab-ass with his nurse (that is a joke, John) He should be in the house EASILY by six-forty-five.

John does enjoy gabbing with his neighbors in the medical building, and occasionally harassing the metermaids in the parking lot. He can do that in the ten to twenty minutes after leaving his office.

True, he doesn't have lunch hours to do that, because he has to come home and make my lunch, and pleasure me a bit (I worry that I am a sex addict) and perhaps do a bit of vacuuming before heading back to work, but I am somewhat kinder in the evenings.

As John is quite a social man, he was saddened when I requested him, as a condition of his slavery, so many years ago, to relinquish his poker night, golf outings with his partners, tennis matches, and hunting trips.

 But he was desperate for me to enslave him, and he agreed to these terms, so I give him a good 20 minutes to talk to one or two people after leaving his office.

I keep hoping he'll try and have an affair, and when the girl sees his chastity belt, she kicks him off the motel waterbed!

One evening, about a year ago, I had to wait til 7:04 for him to walk into the house. There was a kitchen and living room to clean, a roast chicken cooling in the fridge, my spot to be pleasured while I watched the news, and this is a tough time for me…no real sex as Raul revoked his parole!!!

 I need John now. I demand that dinner be on at seven-thirty…how was that to happen? So I sat there. Me. The blonde that he begged for a dance at a Wellesley mixer in 1978.

What do you think? Of COURSE I took his pants down and whipped his rear end when he got in.

Did he try to fight it? Of course he did. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway, I could see him rehearsing his pathetic speech. Then he ran into the yard and up the steps and opened the door. And there I was, angry and implacable in a formidable black dress, tapping my Spencer paddle into my hand.

"Take off your jacket and pull down your pants."

John shook his head, "Helen...Evilmommie, what's wrong? Have I upset you?"

 I stood up. and  swung the paddle a few times.

 "Now John, you were four minutes late...I've been sitting here for FOUR MINUTES. The house isn't cleaned, are you going to cook the chicken?." John looked haplessly at me as he took off his white dentist's jacket and  placed it on the chair. "Helen, I...I was just stopping to talk with Officer Melinda for a moment.

And I did discuss an important ticketing issue with her...it's my lot you know," he added importantly. This was true. John had a half interest in the medical building.

I pretended to relent, and I smiled. John is so easy to flatter, and he loves to strut about." You are a good looking devil, even after over twenty years of marriage! Really, did you enjoy talking with her, you old scoundrel?" John preened and said "Yes, she  told me that my tie was quite debonair. I complimented her on her skirt and..."

"So you wasted my time. MY TIME. Take down your pants."

John began pouting and his lip trembled. "But, I don't feel like I spent that much time out, I'm home nearly every night on time, and I clean and cook, please..."

"Down with the pants, John. I was just going to give you 20 with the paddle, but now I'm thinking of the razor strop as well."

John pulled his pants and undies down, mumbling weakly to himself.

I unlocked the chastity belt to see if his penis looked like it had been getting hard, which would mean a long conversation with the metermaid. Yes. He'd had quite

a conversation. She thinks he's debonair.

I stroked and toyed with John's little member for a bit, my long French nails tickling the head unmercifully.

I was wearing one of those tight white negligee-ish tops, with a plunging neckline embroidered in little roses, as I stroked Johnnie, he kept gazing into my glorious cleavage,which of course was just bursting out of the snug top. I scolded him and breathed heavily, and he watched my boobs in the embroidered frame, and they bounced up and down.

 "Evilmommie doesn't like her big boy to show up whenever he likes..." I whispered, gently nudging John's head closer to my cleavage. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and I think it was appearing around John's lips as well.

John is not often allowed to touch my breasts, and I truly enjoy wearing these ridiculous tops (for an old lady like me!) as they make him quite attentive. "Baby boy...Mommie is going to cane you hard for all this tardiness, you know. Are you listening to Mommie or just staring at her boobies?"

 John got harder and harder, though he was clearly humiliated, standing there with his pants down to his ankles.

 "Don't you think, honey, that you should focus your superb conversational abilities on your loving wife?" As I said wife, I quit teasing his frenum and pinched it quite hard between my long nails, and John shrieked.

"Bend over the goddam couch..." John looked hopelessly unhappy, and bent over the couch. I got my Evilmommie Bamboo Special #2, the whippiest cane in my arsenal and whacked away, as I lectured him.

"Yes sir (whack) I just love (whack) having you lollygag (whack whack) around the parking lot (whack) near your office(whack whack) talking to some pathetic little bimbo ticket writer..." I flailed at Johnnie's bottom until it was rather purple, and then

I ordered him to stand up and turn around. I resumed my massage of his little weiner, and it began getting quite stiff again. I leaned into John and whispered huskily in his ear."I know a tough,sexy guy like you has a lot of needs, Johnny...what a handsome fellow you are, a big stud with the metermaids..."

Johnnie was crying from the beating he'd just endured, but his penis grew large and stiff in my soft pink fingers. "Do you know why I get so upset...it's because I'm jealous, darling. I have a plan for you...why don't you run into the bedroom, and strip and come out with the handcuffs and a blindfold."

John stumbled into the bedroom excitedly and burst back out naked with one of my scarves and the handcuffs. I tied the blindfold around his neck and cuffed his hands. "I know it's been a long time since you came, John."

I crooned, rubbing my velvety hands across his straining shaft. John looked rather pitifuil standing with his legs spread and his cock sticking out moving his head back and forth, trying to see under the scarf. "It's been such a long time, and I know you want to cum badly...I feel generous tonight." John's breathing became ragged with this bit of information. "Tell me, do you want to cum now?" I stroked around his balls with my nails, and John gritted his teeth.

He knew there were dire penalties for cumming without permission. "Yes ma'am..if that's what you want." John added diplomatically. "I'm...so horny...it's been a long time...and I am so sorry I'm late..but maybe if I'd cum, I wouldn't be so horny and want to talk to the metermaid."

John smiled cleverly when he said this, and I was amazed at his stupidity. Yes, that's going to make your middle-aged wife very happy, the idea that you are sexually enthralled by the metermaid..."Well, Johnny.."

 I kissed his neck, and pulled on his cock a bit more "I can see your point, babe. It's rough being so celibate, isn't it? I can see why you'd get so horny by the metermaid, rather than poor, fat old me."

Now John said his brilliant point...this one was precious. "Oh, you don't need to lose that much weight, babe." Can you believe he said that? The proper response, not that I would've relented and let him cum was, "you are beautiful just as you are, Evilmommie."

But I bit my tongue and kissed his ear. "That's great advice, darling. Maybe I'll find out where the metermaid does her aerobics, and do them with her. Are you ready to cum? Stick out your dickie, honey." John smiled confidently under his blindfold and stuck his dick out as far as it could go, and I raised the whippy cane and lashed WHACK WHACK WHACK "Think I'm fat, do you?"

 I screamed WHACK WHACK WHACK John began running blindly around the room, stumbling over a footstool, I caught up with him and gave his squirming bottom a few cuts, and he rolled away from me. "You don't mind a little criticism from old fatso, do you Johnnie? You should be late as often as possible, obviously!"

The cane landed again and again leaving welts all over John's body, it was almost impossible for him to rise, as his hands were cuffed behind him, so there was no balance, and of course he couldn't see anything. He bumped his head hard on the coffee table as I slammed the cane down repeatedly on his cock and balls.

John's legs were shaking about like a baby's about to be diapered, and I whacked away at his genitals, as he continued to squirm on the floor. Finally, I picked him up by the ear and kicked him down the basement steps and shut the door.

Later on, after he cleaned the house, cleaned me and given me my dinner, I locked John in the bathroom, putting him in the bathtub bound up with his penis in a large, secured plastic bag. I made John drink six quarts of water, and went to bed. I left the bright light on so he could consider his sins, and took all the "Barrons" magazines out of the bathroom so he had nothing to read.

For John, this is real torture, sitting for hours, to say nothing of peeing in a bag. and he really couldn't read anyway, as his hands were tied.

At two a.m., I got up and there he was, crying, exhausted and the bag was quite full to bursting with his urine. And I'm afraid there was a little Hershey squirt beneath my debonair husband! "Belly up, my debonair prince." I said as I bent down in my sexy negligee and lay the bag precariously in his arms…then I poked it with a kitchen knife and stood back and the urine splashed all over the poor darling, who burst into fresh tears.

"What do you think Officer Melinda would think of you now?" I said sweetly, and went back to bed. I did turn the light off in the bathroom at that point so he could get some sleep in the tub, in all that stinking piss…

Do you know that he's not been late coming in since then? Not even two minutes (we see what happened when it was four minutes, eh ?) Yes, Punctuality is important to me, I'm afraid.