After our encounter in the motel, our relationship continued to grow more and more intense. We took advantage of every chance we got to spend time together, and most of those times involved me being tied up in one way or another, being whipped by my Goddess. The whip seemed to be her second favorite toy she owned, I was her favorite. I enjoyed serving her, and although I was occasionally plagued with guilt about being involved in an extramarital affair, the times we were together far surpassed the guilt. The times we could not be together, were spent on-line, emailing, chatting, and sending adult e-cards to each other. Every morning, the first thing I would do would be to go and check my email to see if I had a new card. Then, I would send my Goddess one. On nights when we could not sneak off to spend time together, we would chat late into the evening, usually with my Goddess making me masturbate while she told me what she was planning to do to me the next time we were together. It was one of these nights that I took another step deeper into my submissive role.
We were up late, chatting about our fantasies for each other. Goddess knew I was going to have to get to bed soon, so she ordered me to take off my shorts, and start to caress my cock. At first, I thought I would just play along, as she would not know if I was really naked or not, but I knew that I would masturbate when I went to bed anyway, so why not. After a few minutes, she told me to spread my pre-cum all over the head of my cock, to lubricate it more, and I was thinking, I have been masturbating for over 30 years, and I don't need to be told how to do it, but what the hell, so I went along. We kept on going, and then she told me to bring my fingers up to my lips, and suck my juices off of my fingers. Again, I went along, as I was getting hornier and hornier. I have tasted my pre-cum many a time before, and it always brings me to orgasm sooner. I typed that I was almost ready to cum, and she told me that she wanted me to cum into a cup. She went on to tell me how much she loves my cum, how she craves the taste, and that since she was not there to swallow it, I was going to. (I have read many stories about guys drinking their own cum, and have tried in the past, but as soon as I cum, the desire to taste my own cum goes away) I figured that there was no way that I would be able to comply, but I had gone along with all her other requests up to this point, so why should I stop now. Besides, I love my Goddess, and if this one thing will bring her joy, then who am I to deny her.
These thoughts raging through my mind caused my to cum like I hadn't cum in a long time. I just barely got a foam coffee cup up to my cock in time to catch my juices. I knew that if I was going to do this, I had to do it right away, so I brought the cup up to my lips and tilted it back. A drip of cold coffee hit my tongue first, and then came my warm, thick cream. As I read my Goddess' attempt at typing her moans as she came, I swirled my cum around in my mouth for a few seconds, getting used to its taste, before I swallowed it all for her. I was so horny, that I squeezed out a few more drops and brought them to my lips. Later that night, I woke with the hardest erection. I went to the bathroom and masturbated to thoughts of our cyber-sex. I caught my cum in my hand and although I tried to lick it up, I could not do it. I needed my Goddess to be controlling me if I were going to do that again.
