Should a guy be made to eat his cum if he doesn’t want to?
I reposted an item about CEI in which the author suggested the dominant obtain the consent of the submissive before she orders him to consume his cum. She said that making him feel fear and humiliation from CEI was the part of femdom goal to maintain TPE.
Most veterans of BDSM agree that consent is important to session activities. So how would a dominant get her submissive to consent to something he doesn’t like?
One of my regulars, Elle, (known as Domme E) told me about taking on a new sub.
“I asked him what he thought about eating his cum,”
“What was his answer?” I asked.
“He said he would never do that, ” she said, “he had some scruples and said: ‘no self-respecting man would do a thing like that‘ “.
“What did you say?”
“I told him if he was going to stay with me, he’d have to do it and learn to like it.” She looked at my expression to see if I approved or disapproved her move.
“You held firm on that issue?” I tried to maintain my usual neutral stance.
“Yeah,” she said, “I told him if he needed time to think about it, get back to me when he was ready.”
“And he left. He didn’t call me for a week. Bugger!”
“So he decided?”
“He wanted to know why I was set on making him do something he was against”.
I remember having this discussion with Elle earlier. “You told him your personal view of why he should do this?”
“Yeah,” she snapped back, “and once I ‘persuaded‘ him, he agreed to it.”
To Domme E., persuasion is a “take it or leave it” proposition. If a guy really wants to sub to her, he can argue politely but ultimately he must accept her order. In her view, a sub must consume her bodily fluid. She believes it to be a communion where the sub fully accepts her body.
“I told him he must take my marks of ownership and consume my body if he is to become mine”.
“So what did he do?”
“He got a triskelion tat and I made him lick his cum out of my hand.”
“Are you satisfied with him?”
“No, ” she replied, “I figure if he wouldn’t at least eat his own cum what are the chances he’d…”
She paused and glanced around the bar. There were a few groups of guys talking among themselves. I recalled our first date. We did the thing. When I was finished, she said: “now clean me up.” I reached for a tissue. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head down below her navel and said: “this way!”
“eat creampie?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s what he has to do to be mine, like you were”, she said.
“got it!” I said.
“You see,” she smiled again, “eventually he will have to join my snowball circle, maybe the one you’re going to?”
“Looking forward to meeting him,” I smiled.