Blissful Torment

"Now clean my cock."

"Nooo! You know I hate that." June pouted. 

"But you like sucking cock." Damian bounced the cock in question in front of her face, all sticky with cum and her own pussy juices, taunting.

"I do… but…"

"And you also don't have any problems with swallowing cum," he added, looking at her with an expression like a school teacher having caught a student cheating.

"Yes, of course… but…."

"And you have eaten pussy more than once in your life, and never complained."

"Yes, I knooow, buuut…." she whined.

"So what's the issue?"

She squirmed in place, feeling put on the spot, and not wanting to answer. Her blushing betrayed her embarrassment.

"Out with it!" he demanded, and jokingly slapped her in the face with his sticky and partially soft cock.

"I … ehm… I… Well… It's just… " June took a deep breath, "I don't like it when it's my own pussy juices.It just feels so wrong."

"That's the problem? Really?"

She nodded, cheeks still red. She knew it was a dumb reason, but she could not help herself. It was not a rational decision, but a gut feeling.

"Well, that can be fixed," he said, so casually that she instantly became nervous.

"Fixed? How do you mean, fixed?" she asked.

Damian shrugged, "Well clearly we both agree that this makes no sense, right? So you just have to practise."

"Practise tasting myself?!" it nearly came out as a shriek. "You cannot be serious!"

"Of course I am. We also got over your aversion to swallowing cum, so this should not be so hard." He gave her an evil grin, "We just have to make sure you are wet at all times, and give you some good incentives to lick your fingers clean."

"Oh no, please don't. That's so mean!"

He did not even acknowledge her complaints. "From now on, I want you to play with yourself for half an hour every day. Vibe, fingers, dildo, however you want. No orgasms, of course."

She nodded. This was completely within the usual frame of their play, and she always enjoyed denial and edging.

He added, "But it will be all soft edging. You won't be allowed to have hard edges. You can only ever get yourself aroused, but you may not reach the point where you need to stop or you have an orgasm."

"Wait what?" she blurted out. June loved to soft edge sometimes, but after a while she really started to crave nice hard edges. They were at least some form of relief from the building arousal. "But I want hard edges too!"

"Oh yeah, sure, you can have them — As soon as you beg me to let you lick your own juices."

June all but recoiled. "You want me to not just do it, but also beg for it?? Fuck no!! Absolutely not!"

She shrugged again, "Sure, suit yourself." He pointed at her still dripping wet pussy, "30 minutes still to go."

She groaned, "But I'm already so horny. I did not cum when you fucked me!" 

"Oops, my bad," he said, voice dripping of sarcasm, and walked out of the bedroom to take a shower.

With a groan, she set to work.

It took just four days. 

"Please, master, I can't!" she moaned, vibe at the lowest setting, gently pressed against on her panties. A large, wet spot was visible through them. She could barely hold still, her right leg twitching. Not being allowed to properly edge was utterly frustrating. If not for the fact that she hated losing, she would have given in on day two.

"So?" Damian looked over at her from the kitchen isle where he was preparing dinner. His face was perfectly calm, as if he did not even notice how his girl was masturbating half naked on the living room couch.

"Master, please… I… ugh… Can I please taste my pussy?"

"Why?" he asked, focused on cutting onions.

"Because… you told me to?" 

He gave her a sour look and shook his head. "Of course not. That's not a good reason. You can ask tomorrow again. Now finish that soft edge. I think you still have 20 minutes to go. You will make it just before dinner."

After half that time, she broke. "Please Master. I can't. I need a hard edge. … I…. I want to taste my pussy. Because … it is so delicious." If not for her desperation, she would never have been able to push through her intense dislike of everything about this. Begging never sat right with her, she still did not want to taste herself, and begging for something she absolutely did not want felt utterly humiliating. June did not like to admit that she secretly enjoyed being humiliated. She did not need to. Damian knew.

"I am not sure I am convinced," he called over his shoulder as he stirred the pot.

"Please! I love tasting my pussy! Please let me taste my pussy!" The dam having broken, the words came out much more easily.

That got his attention, and he turned around to watch. "Alright, slip two fingers deep inside yourself, then put them in your mouth, and thoroughly lick them."

She did as she was told. When her gooey fingers came up to her face, she only hesitated for a short moment. It did not taste like much. A bit salty and sticky, but barely worth mentioning. It really did not bother her much, apart from it just seeming wrong.

"Good, now finish that soft edge," he said.

"But my hard edge?!"

"You got what you asked for. You can ask again when you're done."

The next ten minutes were agony. They seemed to never pass. Even the slightest touch made her shiver and clench in the most frustrating way. She wanted an edge so badly.

The second her time was up, she started begging again, having rehearsed it in her head: "Please, Master, I want to taste myself so badly, and I want to hard edge as well. Please let me lick my pussy juices while I hard edge."

He looked up from washing the salad, a smirk on his face, "Now that's a splendid idea. You can edge. But only while you have your naughty fingers in your mouth. And in fact, that's how you will edge from now on. Every hard edge while you taste yourself."

"Every edge?" she groaned.

"Every single one. Or do you object?" The threat of her edging rights being revoked immediately did not even have to spoken.

"No, master. I will do it," She was just happy to be allowed to properly edge. When she did, it made her tremble like a small orgasm. The taste in her mouth was not even half bad, and was soon painted over by dinner. Veal and mushroom stewed with cream and herbs, fresh pasta and green salad.

That evening he made her edge a dozen more times, and twice as often the following day, never letting her calm down fully before teasing her again. Every time she stuck her fingers into her pussy, and then put them into her mouth. Every time it became easier and easier. He made her beg for it again and again, and she did it without resistance, much too desperate to think of resisting further. She liked that he forced her to humiliate herself. She liked that she had no choice.

After a week, June was used to it. Damian did not have to order or remind her any more. She just tasted herself whenever she edged, whether he was there or not. Moving her hand from her pussy to her mouth had become second nature. It only made her wetter when she thought of it.

Two weeks later, she noticed that hard edges without her taste in her mouth lacked something. They were just not as good. Her body associated the pleasure of hard edges with the taste, and when half was missing, it was like eating a hot dog without mustard. Filling, but bland.

One month after that fateful refusal to lick a dick, he pulled is cock from her dripping wet pussy, and told her to clean it, as before. Her lips closed around it before he could finish his sentence. When she tasted the mixture of cum and herself, she could not help but moan. Not only was it the most delicious thing she had ever had in her mouth, she was fully aware of how humiliating it was to have been conditioned so thoroughly. She knew she had hated this only a short time ago, but when prompted, she replied: "God, I love tasting myself." — and it made her all warm and fuzzy inside.

2020-05-20 Blissful Torment 

Author's note: Based on a true story.