<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy?filters[tag]=training%20cuckold%20cum%20slut">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="59534365" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>The day after his first adventure with Mistress Isabella, Mitchell experienced a crash of sorts. When he arrived home that night he was riding a high and he couldn’t resist the urge to masturbate as he ran through the events of his sexual journey. He went to sleep in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, but it had disappeared when it woke up.</p><p>In its place was a sense of sadness combined with a mixture of worried emotions. Was what he did disgusting? Should he feel embarrassed and ashamed that he’d eagerly eaten another man’s cum at the instruction of a woman he’d only just met? Through his morning coffee and breakfast, Mitchell couldn’t shake the feeling.</p><p>Then his phone rang. Mitchell was surprised to see it was Mistress Isabella calling.</p><p>“Hello?” he said hesitantly.</p><p>“How are you this morning, Mitchell?” Mistress Isabella said in a soothing voice.</p><p>It was strange hearing her refer to him by his name. “Um,” Mitchell stammered, “I’m…I’m good.”</p><p>“It’s okay if you’re not. It’s quite common for a submissive to experience a sense of depression or an emotional letdown the day after an intense experience. It’s commonly referred to as subdrop,” Mistress Isabella explained.</p><p>Mitchell breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It felt as if he was on the verge of tears. “Yes, I’m sorry, I lied. I don’t know why. I’m feeling that sadness or depression or whatever it is. It really sucks,” he said with a laugh.</p><p>“Don’t worry, Mitchell. It’s perfectly normal, and I promise you’ll be okay. If you’re feeling up to it, why don’t you come by my place at noon,” Mistress Isabella said. “I can help you feel better, I promise.”</p><p>“Okay, I’ll see you then. Thank you for calling,” Mitchell said.</p><p>“I’ll see you soon, Mitchell,” Mistress Isabella replied before hanging up.</p><p><br></p><p>Mistress Isabella buzzed Mitchell into the building and welcomed him to her apartment shortly after noon. She was dressed casually in a pair of loose, ripped jeans, and a white off-the-shoulder sweater that revealed a white bra strap. Mitchell found her outfit intoxicating in an entirely different way than the previous day’s ensemble.</p><p>Without saying anything she took Mitchell into a warm embrace as the heavy door to her loft shut behind him. She held him tightly against her body and again he felt a wave of emotion wash over him, nearly resulting in tears.</p><p>When Mistress Isabella released him from her arms, Mitchell smiled at her and said, “Thanks. I needed that.”</p><p>“Come,” she said while taking his hand in hers and leading Mitchell to the living area where two large, soft maroon leather couches waited for their arrival. They sunk into them and Mistress Isabella softly ran her fingers through Mitchell’s hair. His eyes closed gently as her touch soothed his nerves.</p><p>“Like I said on the phone, what you’re feeling is perfectly normal. It happens for a variety of factors, but it does get easier to deal with, especially if you know what’s happening,” she said.</p><p>“I already feel better, to be honest,” Mitchell said as he smiled at Mistress Isabella.</p><p>“Do you regret what we did yesterday?” she asked.</p><p>Mitchell’s answer was swift, “No, absolutely not. The exact opposite. The emotional dip this morning notwithstanding, I want more. It was so different from anything I’ve ever experienced before, but the orgasm I had last night was unlike any I’ve experienced.” </p><p>“Those will become less frequent if we continue to play together,” Mistress Isabella said as her hand moved between Mitchell’s legs and rubbed his soft cock.</p><p>“Orgasms? Why?” Mitchell asked.</p><p>“Because orgasm denial will make you a better submissive,” she answered as her fingers brought him to an erection. “The more your desire builds, the more eager you’ll be to submit to me and the deeper into submission you’ll be willing to go. How does that sound?” she asked.</p><p>“That sounds good,” Mitchell answered as his cock stiffened.</p><p>“It’s already working,” Mistress Isabella said with a smile. “With just a bit of desire flowing you’re already under my spell. You’re going to be such a fun subby to play with.”</p><p>Mitchell felt a little embarrassed. She was right. He’d barely gotten hard and couldn’t think of anything but saying yes to her requests.</p><p>Mitchell figured the fun was over since she’d proved her point, but Mistress Isabella surprised him by pulling off her sweater and revealing her soft, beautiful breasts in a white lace bra. He could see her nipples through the semi-sheer material. He couldn’t help but stare.</p><p>“Kiss them,” Mistress Isabella said in a soft, commanding voice as she brought Mitchell’s head to her bosom.</p><p>He kissed the exposed flesh of her breasts and the lace covering her nipples. It felt soft against his lips.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mistress Isabella said as she moved Mitchell’s head to her other breast. “Give them both attention.”</p><p>Mitchell lost himself in the pleasure of being so close to her tits and being granted the permission to press his lips against them. Mistress Isabella moaned quietly as he obeyed her before reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. She pulled it off and freed her breasts.</p><p>“Suck my nipple,” she said.</p><p>Mitchell wrapped his lips around the nipple he’d been offered and ran his tongue over the stiff flesh. Mistress Isabella moaned as her fingers ran through his hair and held him tight against her breasts.</p><p>“The other one,” she said, urging him to the other side to suck the nipple he hadn’t yet tasted. She moaned louder. “You’re being such a good boy for me,” she said.</p><p>Mitchell’s cock was fully erect by the time she gently pushed him away from her breasts. He looked up at her like a loyal puppy eager to do anything his mistress commanded. He watched Mistress Isabella stand and unbutton her jeans. She slipped them down her legs in an instant, revealing a pair of white lace panties that matched her bra.</p><p>Mistress Isabella pushed a hand down her panties and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned as Mitchell remained enthralled with the show she was putting on for him.</p><p>Her fingers emerged slick and shiny with her juices. She presented them to Mitchell. “Taste me,” Mistress Isabella said before pushing her fingers into his mouth. He sucked them clean like an eager submissive should. She repeated the process twice more, pushing her fingers deeper into his mouth each time.</p><p>Afterwards Mistress Isabella looked at Mitchell’s erection and asked, “Do you want to cum, cuckold?”</p><p>It was the first time she’d called him that today. His cock jumped at the word. He already associated it with the pleasure of being her submissive.</p><p>“Yes,” he answered eagerly.</p><p>“When I let you orgasm, it’s a gift,” Mistress Isabella informed him, “and you need to earn your gifts. Do you understand?”</p><p>“I’ll do anything,” he said, and the precum stain in the front of his pants was strong evidence of how desperately he wanted to get off. He was enthralled with Mistress Isabella. With just a bit of guided foreplay she’d aroused him more than any woman ever had.</p><p>“Today I have a very simple request. You must eat your cum,” Mistress Isabella informed him.</p><p>Mitchell contemplated her request. He knew that the idea of eating his cum would seem infinitely less appealing after he’d climaxed.</p><p>Mistress Isabella could see the uncertainty on his face. She moved closer and caressed his cock through his pants. “I know,” she said. “No man wants to eat his own cum. But you must if you want to orgasm. You must submit to my desires.”</p><p>“I know,” Mitchell said.</p><p>Mistress Isabella seemed unconvinced. She pulled back and ran her fingers over her soft skin, her breasts, and her nipples. She held Mitchell’s gaze as she did so.</p><p>“I’m going to show you pleasures you never imagined possible, but only if you’re willing to submit completely. I don’t want to play with a man who’s half in, or only willing to do the things that truly appeal to him.” She moved towards Mitchell. Her breasts were once again tantalizingly close to his mouth. “It’s your submission that arouses me, cuckold. It’s your submission that I desire. Will you give me what I desire?” she asked in a sultry tone as her nipple brushed over his lips.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell answered.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said. “Now take your cock out and stroke it for me.”</p><p>Mitchell pulled his pants down and wrapped his fingers around his turgid, small cock to masturbate as his mistress had commanded him.</p><p>“Tell me you’re going to eat your cum like a good boy,” Mistress Isabella said as she spread her legs and pulled her panties aside.</p><p>Mitchell stared at her exposed pussy as he said, “I’m going to eat my cum like a good boy.”</p><p>“Tell me that you want to be a good cum eater for Mistress Isabella,” she demanded.</p><p>“I want to be a good cum eater for Mistress Isabella,” he said.</p><p>“Good boy. Does my pussy turn you on, cuckold?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, very much so mistress,” Mitchell answered.</p><p>“I’ll bet your little cuckold cock would like to feel it. I’ll bet you’d love to fuck me right now, wouldn’t you?” she asked while pushing two fingers into her pussy.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Mitchell said as he watched his mistress masturbate in front of him.</p><p>“Do you understand that you’ll never be given that pleasure, cuckold, that I’ll never let you fuck me?” Mistress Isabella asked in a low, sensual voice.</p><p>A mildly pained look crossed Mitchell’s face. She was right, he wanted to fuck her badly. It was all he could think about. He just wanted to be inside her, to feel that wet, warm perfection around his cock. He even held out a small hope that she’d eventually let him fuck her despite her insistence that he wouldn’t ever be allowed to do so.</p><p>He didn’t share that, though. Instead, he answered like he was supposed to, “Yes, mistress, I understand that I’ll never be given the pleasure of fucking you.”</p><p>“Tell me why, cuckold,” she demanded.</p><p>Mitchell looked away from her pussy and at her enchantingly beautiful face. He saw a look of fiery desire and confidence. He knew the answer. Even if he held out hope that he’d get to fuck her, he knew why she wouldn’t have any genuine interest in him doing so. He’d seen the size of the man that had fucked her yesterday. He’d watched how well that man had fucked her.</p><p>“Because my cock is too small to be worthy of you, mistress,” Mitchell answered. “Because I can’t fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Because I would only disappoint you if I was given the great pleasure of being inside you.”</p><p>Mistress Isabella played with her clit and moaned as Mitchell admitted to his shortcomings at her insistence. His submission turned her on.</p><p>“That’s right, cuckold. Your place isn’t to fuck me, but that doesn’t mean you’re worthless to me. Your cock is worthless, but you’re quite valuable. In fact, you can be more valuable than any of my lovers. They’ll come and go but my sweet, submissive cuckold will always be at my side. If you’re a good boy you’ll get to worship my perfect pussy and my beautiful body. You’ll get to help find real men to fuck me and you’ll enjoy the privilege of cleaning their superior cum off of my body and out of my pussy. Isn’t that what you want?” she asked as her finger rhythmically moved over her clit.</p><p>Mitchell could feel his orgasm building as Mistress Isabella filled his head with thoughts of submission and cuckolding.</p><p>“Yes, that’s what I want, mistress. I want to submit to you. I want to be your cuckold,” Mitchell moaned as he stroked furiously.</p><p>“Cum in your hand, cuckold. Cum in the palm of your hand and then eat it immediately. Don’t wait even a second. Eat your cum while you’re still feeling the incredible pleasure of your orgasm,” Mistress Isabella instructed him.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” he said just before a thick rope of cum shot from the head of his cock into the palm of his hand. Several more followed, and soon Mitchell had a handful of cum waiting to be eaten.</p><p>He didn’t wait. He knew he’d lose the courage. Instead, as his body was still quivering with orgasmic delight, Mitchell brought his cum-filled hand to his mouth and poured it onto his tongue.</p><p>Taking a full load in his mouth at once proved overpowering as Mitchell nearly gagged from the taste and thickness of it swimming on his tongue and over his teeth.</p><p>Mistress Isabella laughed as she watched him struggle. “You’re certainly not a cum slut yet, are you? You can barely handle your own load. Show it to me, cuckold. Show me that cum on your tongue,” she demanded.</p><p>Mitchell opened his mouth and displayed the thick load of cum waiting to be swallowed.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mistress Isabella said as she gently pressed her fingers under his chin and urged him to close his mouth. “Now savor it for just a few seconds. Let your tongue really soak up the flavor of your cum. Isn’t that nice?” she asked rhetorically. “Now swallow.”</p><p>She held his gaze as Mitchell swallowed the thick load of cum he’d brewed in his balls. The taste was strong as it moved over his tongue and down his throat, but he managed.</p><p>When he was finished, Mistress Isabella looked at him and smiled. “From now on, you don’t cum without my permission. If you do, I will end the fun we’re having. There will be no negotiation on this. The foundation of your submission is giving me control of your orgasms. Do you understand?” she asked in a deeply serious tone.</p><p>Mitchell nodded and said, “Yes, mistress.” He could tell she meant it and he suspected she’d know if he masturbated and home and lied about it. “I won’t cum without your permission.”</p><p>“Good,” she said with a smile. “Now come here.” Mistress Isabella pulled Mitchell close and offered her breasts to him. “Suck my breasts while I masturbate. Help make me cum,” she said softly.</p><p>Mitchell did as he was told and Mistress Isabella went back to rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned as the submissive licked, kissed, and sucked her nipples, offering intense pleasure that led to a quick orgasm. Her body shook as she climaxed.</p><p>“Good boy,” Mistress Isabella said as she ran her fingers through Mitchell’s hair while he used her breasts as a soft pillow. “You’re a very good boy. We’re going to have so much fun together.”</p>