This is the second part of my first story. English is not my mother tongue, so please be gentle. Have fun.
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How did she do that? How did she get him to humiliate himself like that? Marc was still sitting on his chair in the middle of the room, inside the mistress's dungeon. Still wearing the black slutty lingerie, the transparent high heels, no panties. His arms were handcuffed behind his back and around his head was a black silken blindfold. Marc couldn't see anything, but he could feel. He felt ashamed, but weirdly satisfied. The orgasm he just had was amazing, his body still shaking. She will come back soon. Lady Stella, this gorgeous domme with the long blonde hair who seemed always to be amused by him. Marc guessed Lady Stella to be around 40 years old, slightly older than him. Slim waist, long legs, nice bosom. Marc thought she was really attractive, with that great mixture of distant arrogance and cool attitude, nevertheless friendly and smiling a lot. What will happen when she comes back? What will happen to that glass of cum?
Marc had wanted to try his own cum several times. While masturbating, the idea of tasting his own cum aroused him. But after shooting his load, he never got the guts to even try a little drop. Now there was a whole glas of milky semen waiting to be played with. After a few minutes alone in the dark, this thought kept sticking to his mind. Marc got excited again.
The door opened and Lady Stella entered the room. She seemed to put on some rubber gloves as Marc could hear the characteristic rustling sound. Suddenly he could feel her fingers at the tip of his softened dick. "I see there is still some cum leaking from your dick you naughty boy. Did our little game turn you on that much?" She chuckled, took the drops of cum from Marc's cock and smeared it across his mouth and upper lip, just under his nose. Marc was staggered. He could smell his own cum clinging under his nose. Lady Stella took his blindfold off.
He was right, she was wearing medical rubber gloves. The fingers of her right hand glistened of his cum, in her left hand, she was holding the glass. His cum. Tossing it like a scottish whiskey. It was so much cum, Marc was astonished. Lady Stella was right, their little game did turn him on. He wanted more.