Eliza Taylor was a beautiful woman. She had long wavy golden-brown hair, which she regularly tied up in a bun, a button nose, piercing eyes and the perfect figure, which she tried to maintain by having a personal trainer at her house every day. She was an actress, and though hadn’t won any big awards, was quite popular with newscasters. She had a secret, though, something that she kept absolutely hidden whenever she had guests.
She had a kink, a very particular one. She loved being treated like a Goddess for men’s pleasure and orgasms, she wanted her appearance alone to be enough to make a man completely lose himself in an overwhelming urge to masterbate. She loved seeing him lose control, go completely wild for just the thought of her body alone.
It had started in her teenage years, with her obsessing over female domination in porn. The more she watched, the more she wanted to be a dominatrix - but not in the usual fashion. She didn’t want to have to lift a finger, and still have men go wild for her. She wanted to have all of her clothes on, and have the man naked and begging for her touch. And still, no matter what, she would still refuse to touch them. She fantasized about it all the time when she was alone and off work, and it became something she wanted to claim for herself when she had the popularity and funds to do so.
It all started when she met Fred, a needy man at a bar that already seemed infatuated over her. He was desperate, and didn’t seem like he knew many people. She took him home that night, though didn’t touch him for even a second. She commanded him to strip, and pressed her tits together as he touched himself for her, eventually reaching orgasm. She loved the look of cum as it shot out of him, jet after jet of cum squirting onto the floor in front of her. She told him to clean it up, then made him sleep in the guest bedroom, completely ignoring him for the rest of the night.
The next day, she did the same thing. She woke him up early in the morning, and told him to cum for her. She licked her lips as she watched him masturbate, stroking his cock over and over as he spilled once more. The thick cum coated the floor in front of him and dribbled out of his cock. Again, she told him to clean it up. He had the audacity to ask her if she could touch him or fuck him. She shook her head, like it was the silliest concept in the world. She was a Goddess, and a Goddess would never touch her slave. He went on his knees and begged her, telling her he just needed one kiss, one touch to make himself feel good. It was the last time he ever asked.
Fred thought he would go home after that, but she convinced him that it would be better to stay a second night. He already seemed to be agreeing to whatever she said, so he listened. That night, he came once more, drenching the bed this time with his hot cum. The white goo spilled all over the black bedsheet, and she commanded him to put it in the wash immediately.
The next day, he came three times. She had some work to do, so went out for a shoot, though made sure to lock the door on both sides, so her slave wouldn’t think about leaving. Thankfully, Fred was already being a good slave, and she never got a notification on her phone about anyone trying to leave.
She increased his ability to cum more and more every day, wanting him to be completely lost in his need to orgasm constantly. She made sure every single one of his orgasms was because of her, and no one else. He was only allowed to look at her and fantasize about her when he came. He wouldn’t think about any other girlfriend, past experience, or fantasy. She was the only thing in his life, now, and he would act accordingly.
She also made sure he didn’t know what day or month it was. The blinds were always closed, and he no longer had access to his phone. He was so desperate for her he never asked once. In fact, he was beginning to talk less and less every day, with his entire focus being to jerk off and cum for her.
In the beginning, she would say nasty things to him every time he would cum for her. She told him he was her slave, and she was his mistress. His entire life revolved around her, and she was the only thing that mattered. His entire life was solely being lived for the pleasure of masturbating to her, his Goddess and his Queen. He seemed to accept all of it like a broken puppy, wanting just any sort of attention she could give him. Eliza was so glad she had picked the perfect victim.
After a while, she had realized that it was getting difficult for him on days that she wasn’t around for too long. He was conditioned to cum multiple times a day, and without her, he wasn’t able to cum at all. His balls and cock looked like they were going to explode by the time she got home late at night, and that wouldn’t do at all. She eventually began printing HD pictures of herself off her printer. No - she never provided him nudes. Instead, she found pictures of her on the red carpet or in her show, and passed it over to him, telling him he was allowed to masturbate to them.
At times she would come home to him holding the pictures in his hand, collapsed on the ground with mountains of cum surrounding him, soaking into the carpet and the pictures. She had no idea how many times he had cum by that point. She would click her heels against the floor, signaling her arrival, and he would moan as he opened his eyes, seeing her in the flesh. He would instantaneously get hard again. “Cum.” She would command, her eyes narrowing on his cock. His dick would be rubbed raw and sore, but he would do so, jerking himself off as he gazed at her sweaty body, one that just came home from twelve hours of filming. She would tap her heels as she watched him writhe on the ground, from a combination of pain and pleasure from having such a sore dick. Then, he would listen to her commands and cum, spilling all over the floor once more, adding onto the already disgusting amounts of cum.
She would scold him for ruining her perfectly good photos, and command him to clean it up before she saw the mess again.
On days where she was home, he would follow her like a dog, pumping his cock and dripping cum the entire time. She loved to see it all over the house, not telling him to clean it up unless they were having guests around. The whole house constantly smelled like sex, and she felt like she was a Queen being perched on her throne.
She used to have a few sets of clothing for him, though after an incident where he soaked his pants completely in cum, she decided it would be better for him to be completely naked, which was the perfect way of demonstrating her authority over him.
Fred lost his identity and his voice over time. He was no longer Fred, but Eliza’s cock slave, the sole purpose of his entire life to cum over and over for his Goddess. He didn’t speak anymore, and would merely helplessly groan and moan around her, which got louder every time he came.
The first time she allowed him to follow her to the bathtub was the best day of his life. She could see the eagerness in his eyes as he walked behind her, groaning loudly as she removed her dress. She moaned as she entered the warm bath, and he knelt next to her on the floor, naked as well, stroking his cock until he came. His white cum exploded onto the ground, and still he continued, already hard again. His breath was hot as he tried to get as close as possible, soaking in her naked form for the first time. He drooled at the sight of her, his hand unable to stop as he continued to wank off. She smirked, enjoying every second of his attention with her eyes closed. She would let him join her in her bath every time from then on, letting him cum over and over on the bathroom tiles as he said the only word he could still remember - her name.
Eliza eventually developed the habit of dressing in more and more provocative outfits for him. She would wear tight fitting crop tops, that would press her tits together and show off her belly. She would wear short skorts (a skirt and short) while she worked out, showing off her toned and smooth legs. On nights where she had award shows or dinners to attend, she would stand there in her specifically fashioned outfit and heels, walking around the house as he followed her around, completely lost to her beauty.
Everytime she showed off a new outfit, he seemed to cum even more. She didn’t ever believe a human being could cum this much, but he seemed to have an unlimited amount of it. One day, she decided to stop telling him to clean up. He was just producing an exorbitant amount of cum, and it would be too much for him to handle on his own. She let him follow her around the house, encouraging him to cum in every single part of every single room. The kitchen marble was covered in his sticky goo, the dining room table and chairs, the fridge, the bathroom, her master bedroom, and his own bedroom (which had thousands of her pictures stuck in every corner) were covered in his stickiness. As soon as it started to dry off, he would cum on top of it again, adding onto the mess.
She would hire a discreet cleaner to come by once a week to clean it all, and they would be completely mortified when they saw the mess. They seemed to assume she was holding regular orgies, and she never bothered explaining to them that it was all coming from one guy. They would never believe her.
Some days, she would relax at home and watch TV on her large sectional, leaning back to enjoy the shows from her favorite celebrities. He would sit on the couch next to her, and study her every movement as he touched himself. She would lose her focus from time to time, and turn to watch what he was doing. She loved the very moment he lost control, his balls contracting as the cum came out of him, spurt after spurt that never seemed to stop as he coated the furniture.
One day, she was feeling particularly gorgeous, and walked out of her bedroom with a sports bra and matching work out shorts. She was going to go running, but she wanted to see her slave first. He typically got up before her, but some days he slept in, completely overworked by the amount of orgasms he had the day before.
She opened his door without knocking, cocking her hip as she stared down at his naked, sleeping form. He got up at once and groaned, already hard from seeing her in her outfit. “Like what you see?” She teased.
She sauntered down the stairs, not giving him a single glance as she swayed her ass back and forth. He followed her like the zombie she had made him out to be, scrambling down the stairs as he tried to absorb as much of her as possible before she left. She began making her breakfast, flipping some eggs as she hummed to herself. She could feel him behind her, approaching her slowly as he jacked himself off. “Eliza…” he groaned.
This time, for the very first time, she let him get closer and closer, until his dick began pressing against her smooth leg. He gasped, unable to believe she was finally letting him touch her. He began thrusting into the side of her leg while touching himself, moaning louder than she’d ever heard him before. “Make sure you don’t make my outfit dirty,” she scolded, flipping her eggs again.
He obeyed, and turned to cum onto the floor instead. It was more cum than she had ever seen before. It kept coming out, spurt after spurt, more and more. He groaned through all of it, never opening his eyes for even a second.
She was completely shocked and amazed. She had never thought all of this training would amount to something as amazing as this. It was absolutely mindblowing how much this man could produce, and it was more today solely because she let him rub up against her for the first time. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if she actually let him fuck her. She laughed out loud - that would never happen. A slave would never be allowed to touch his Mistress in that way.
` That evening, Eliza felt like she had finally broken him to the degree she wished. It had gone further than she had ever planned, and now, she was getting quite bored of him. It was fun in the beginning, seeing his mind break, but now that he was completely broken past the point of saving, she needed some more fun.
She went to the same bar that night, crossing her legs in her fancy polka-dotted dress as she spied the men that walked by. She knew exactly the type to look for now. She would find her perfect victim, and turn him into her second slave.
She would have to make sure he was obedient, desperate, and needy, just like Fred was. Her cleaners would be appalled again by double the amount of cum they had to clean before, and Fred would be so pleased to have a friend to share his bed with.
Even better, Fred could be there to teach the new slave everything he already knew. Maybe this time, she would let the both of them cum on her at the same time, and she could feel the hotness of their seeds as they coated her completely from desperation.
The cycle would continue, and she couldn’t wait to get started again.
“Another one of these, please.” She said to the waiter, showing him her cosmopolitan. He nodded his agreement, and she studied his expression. Yes, he was quite submissive in the way he looked at her. He would do.