TITLE    : Unequal Exchange Pt. 02
STORYID  : unequal-exchange-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Mika tries to dominate her guest before he goes wild.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2024-11-13
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |reluctance|cum eating|femdom|submissive|lactation|tease and denial|


<strong>Mika</strong>

I was so happy to be back home.

Of course men on exchange treated me poorly.

But that's only half the story.

Adam's hulking presence and vaguely threatening demeanor actually made my life much easier. Guys at work were scared of him, and they found the spectre of violence more compelling than any government regulation.

But it was the public atmosphere that felt so oppressive. On exchange, women tolerated men. I saw women at work, bent over their desks being fucked while they tried to finish writing a report. They never said 'no', it just isn't done, but they were rarely happy about it. They used a hundred tricks to get the men to cum faster, preferably outside of their bodies. Half the men are premature ejaculators because of it.

But men in my home country love to serve. They anticipate your every need. Cleaning the house, pampering you, going out of their way to hold a door or help you carry even the lightest parcel. And if you give them a chance to please you sexually they are overjoyed. Their tiny cocks stand hopelessly at attention as they slowly bring you to a luxurious orgasm with their hands, their tongue, whatever you want.

It was still worth suffering without those things in order to perfect the language and see the culture first hand. Most graduates of the exchange program end up rising quickly through the diplomatic ranks, or landing consultant jobs at major international firms.

Yes, the hard part was done. The next part was to be fun and easy.

Breaking Adam.

Because it's one thing to graduate from the program and another to graduate with a foreign servant at your disposal.

The first page of the Matriarch's Guide to Hosting Exchange Students says "Men are dogs. Horses. Rats. You can pick your animal to match the man, but the point is that they are to be tamed."

It's true that I was tempted by Adam. For a few weeks I imagined us ending up as some sort of international power couple. Diplomacy by day and dirty sex at night.

But he never showed signs of the same ambition.

And he never kissed me.

He is a beautiful beast. With a beautiful endowment. But a beast just the same.

When I picked him up from the station I treated him professionally. Polite but steely conversation, no reference to the past.

When he came into our home I introduced him to my sister, Naomi, and my mother.

And then I told him to take his clothes off.

He briefly hesitated, so I simply said, "That is what men do in our culture."

I knew the key was reminding him of all the favors I had done for him out of deference to his culture. All the rules I had let him break.

And Adam is not a bad man, so he crumbled.

First the shoes and the socks, then the shirt, and the pants, and finally the grand reveal.

My sister grinned broadly in anticipation. And then she gasped when he presented himself.

You see, the penis is the most optimistic of organs.

You can tell a man that you are angry with him, but if you tell him to take off his clothes then the penis thinks you may have just been lying and gets hard anyway.

So Adam stood in front of us, his tremendous cock bobbing its way towards full form, while my mom and sister looked on.

"Don't tell me you let him put that thing inside you?" My mother asked.

"I need to touch it," my sister was already walking towards him and I saw Adam's face brighten.

"No. No touching," I insisted. "No rewards for bad boys. Adam can earn touching time by being a good guest, but not just yet."

I could tell this wasn't going at all the way that he had hoped.

Adam slept in his own bedroom. I thought about making him sleep on the couch as a sort of punishment but honestly I preferred him out of the living room.

The next day I sent him off to his classes. On this half of the exchange, the government pays for men to take cooking and cleaning classes in the morning and then places them in some service industry job for the afternoon.

As for me, I was spending the next few months taking distance education courses - including an advanced language course. So when Adam returned I was able to greet him at the door and remind him about our household dress code.

I also introduced him to Ken - my mother's live-in servant and cook. Ken whisked him away and started teaching him how the household operated.

The next morning I got Adam started on his new routine.

He was to bring me breakfast in bed (made by Ken until Adam's cooking skills improved) and then wait with his back turned while I ate. I then had him leave and only return after I showered to help me prepare my clothes.

Every morning he would come into my dressing room where I greeted him in that day's underwear. Then he would hand me the clothes that I indicated and I would slowly put then on.

This sort of reverse strip tease is a really under-utilized way of tormenting a man. Each item of clothing adds to their disappointment. Sometimes I would intentionally choose a top that I didn't want, and then change into something else, smiling as I watched his cock twitch simply from removing a layer.

And each day Adam became more and more tense as the need for relief grew stronger.

Often I would see him clench his fist, trying to restrain himself from groping me or doing something even more foolish. It wasn't until the fourth day that I even touched him, simply running my finger from the base of his erect cock to the tip.

He looked like he was going to melt into the floor.

Eventually I got more handsy as his behavior improved. But I'm not sure if he even appreciated the attention since it never led to him being satisfied.

Everyday he only became more and more swollen.

And I mean this in a literal sense. The nice thing about foreigners' balls is that they d

change color the longer you deny them. Adam's went from red, to slightly purple to taking on a blueish hue all at the same time that they nearly doubled in size. It brought me such joy cupping them gently in my hand. You could actually feel the additional weight of the built-up semen; millions of desperate sperm swimming in endless circles, searching for an exit they would never find.

And of course his balls were so sensitive in that state. Sometimes I would see him walking a little funny, trying to prevent them from knocking against his own legs. And when I held them he would instantly freeze, becoming the most obedient good boy for his Mommy.

And that is exactly what I had him call me. I loved how uncomfortable he was with the term.

At around the two week mark of his visit Adam finally came to me, with an overcast expression, for a talk I knew was overdue.

"Mommy, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"This sounds serious," I replied. "Don't you think you should be on your knees if that's the case?"

He went down to the ground, as requested. His cock was rock hard, but that didn't necessarily mean much these days.

"I never told you," he began, "but after you left, I had two weeks before arriving here. I want you to know that I didn't do anything with another woman that whole time."

Adam was never very good at wooing a lady with his words and his time here hadn't exactly changed that.

"No? Are you sure you didn't fuck Charity the minute I left? It's hard for me to imagine you watching us and then not doing anything about it."

"I promise I didn't."

"Well I'm sure that was hard for you," I replied sarcastically though I was secretly a little impressed. This confession incidentally explained why his balls had changed color so quickly.

"So the thing is'" he started again, "It's been a really long time for me and I feel like I'm actually going crazy. I can't focus on learning the language, all I can think about is... well... when will you let me cum?"

I smiled at him, a warm maternal smile.

"Adam, any man in your position shouldn't be asking when he gets to cum. He should be asking when he gets to lick my pussy. That's how you show Mommy that you're a good boy."

And then I turned and left.

The next day he approached me sheepishly, and this time sunk to his knees on his own accord, before asking to lick my pussy.

Not surprising.

But I simply said "No thank you, Adam" and walked away.

For the record, it was not an easy thing to turn down. Adam wasn't the only one who hadn't cum in a long time. Of course I had the option whenever I wanted, but somehow I had determined that the next time I climaxed it would be on Adam's tongue. I just needed him to really want it.

Probably I should have waited another few days but the truth is I couldn't hold out any longer myself.

I planned to do it the next morning.

Mornings were when Adam knelt before me and watched me dress. That day I chose a simple pink bralette and matching cotton panties. I put on my makeup, brushed my hair and generally fussed over myself.

I watched Adam's cock from the corner of my eye, and every move I made was calculated to entice him.

I would shift in my seat and then unnecessarily tug at my pantyline. First higher, then lower, then moving it exactly where it had been all along.

I would lean forward so that my breasts pressed against my vanity, admiring the little distortions and quickly fading marks that it left on my flesh.

And when I was finally ready, I turned in my swivel seat back to Adam.

He knew what was expected.

"May I please lick your pussy, Mommy?"

"Start here instead," I told him, indicating my right foot.

He held my foot gently in his hands and kissed my insole.

"Hands behind your back, Adam. Today we will just be training your tongue."

He obeyed and kept kissing.

"Work your way up. Good. Above the knee. Slowly. And then I want you to go back down. You should be teasing me gently. Two steps forward and one step back all the way until I'm screaming."

He continued, fighting the urge to accelerate.

"Good, you can kiss me on top of my panties now," I bit my lips and trembled slightly. "Good, now more kisses on my belly, now my hips."

I watched the muscles in his back and core work to keep himself bent and upright without his hands. He truly was an amazing specimen.

I stood slowly for him.

"See if you can pull them off with your mouth."

He bit at an edge and failed, then tried somewhere else and I felt the fabric tug downward, though the wet gusset clung to me till the end.

At last he was inches from my naked, blushing womanhood.

"Lick me once. Long and slow from bottom to top."

My body shook as he complied and I laid a hand on his shoulder to steady myself.

Without me asking, he repeated the movement, and I watched a string of fluid gather on his tongue and stretch between us as he pulled away.

He licked his lips and leaned back in for a third taste.

I playfully put my palm on his forehead, blocking him.

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"I want more," he panted.

I sat back down for support and spread my legs wide.

"My little boy can eat as much as he likes," I told him, and prepared to enjoy my first orgasm since I arrived.

***

Adam and I quickly settled into a routine of frequent and extravagant oral pleasure.

I might approach him while he was washing dishes, and gently press down on the top of his head with my palm. He would obligingly sink lower and lower until he was eye level with his favorite part of my body.

In public there is an unspoken rule that women are entitled to use their man wherever they go. Much like breastfeeding, some might prefer privacy, others might prefer to go whenever and wherever is convenient, and it's the duty of those nearby to be polite and discreet.

And so Adam got used to being used on outings, sometimes slipping under the tablecloth at a restaurant, or kneeling on the dirty floor of a subway car.

For better or worse, Adam was too large and foreign-looking to ignore. But I've always secretly enjoyed just a little public exposure, and I admit that having the eyes of other women on me while this conquered giant did my sexual bidding was more than a little exciting.

I remember after he had already been servicing me for five minutes and our train stop was coming up quickly, I ordered him to expose himself while he pleasured me. The sight of his purple, veiny rod sent tingles down my legs, and the gasps from nearby travelers horrified at the size of him finally put me over the edge.

I decided to use those moments when Adam went down on me as a sort of matriarchal training.

Adam couldn't speak, so it was just a monologue while he knelt or lay beneath me, practicing various techniques that I taught him.

"Hmm, you're becoming such a pussy-pleaser," I would say to him.

"You used to be a wild animal, fucking any helpless girl whenever you wanted. Now you're like a little housecat," and then if I was sitting on his face I might lean back and reward his cock with a gentle pet from my hand.

"You go to work and all your bosses and teachers are women. They're curious about your body and so they take liberties and you just stand there and take it like one of your girls back home. They might squeeze your tender balls and all you can do is groan because you're nothing here. A foot kisser. A pussy licker. And I can tell you're starting to love it."

If I was sitting while he worshipped, I'd often check in on his condition with my foot, poking around between his legs until I felt the wetness of precum dangling from his tortured dick.

"You know a lot of the women around you would love to let you cum. My sister is constantly asking me if she can spray your load all over your own face. And your manager, the cute one with the glasses and the miniskirts, she says you're too horny to focus and asked if she can jerk you off once a week to reward good behavior." I'd let him squirm before finishing, "They all want to make you jizz, but I won't let them."

At this point he might groan into my pussy, interrupting my thoughts.

While this approach had its place, I must admit that by far the most effective way to train Adam was by nursing him.

At first I resisted, but pretty much every woman I talked to said it was a no-brainer. Adam was so big, and so unpredictable, that he essentially needed a mild version of brain-washing if we were going to keep denying him without him ending up in jail.

There are compounds in breast milk that promote calming and attachment. And lactation can be stimulated with a breast pump in a couple of weeks. So I went for it.

My breasts got a little larger, and the outer edge of the areola grew darker, and although I was self-conscious about these changes, Adam loved them, and I told myself that it was only temporary.

During the time that I was privately stimulating myself I asked Adam to suck on my breasts. I did it at the same time each day; Adam would lie down on my lap with his head propped on a couple pillows. His eyes always had to be closed and I would pull just a single breast out at a time and let him nurse.

He struggled to keep his hands to himself, but when he did a good job I would stroke his erection for reinforcement.

I started lactating on the second week and Adam, terrible communicator that he was, never mentioned anything. But he seemed to enjoy it and would swirl his tongue around my nipple if any milk ever escaped.

When my volume increased, I had to ask Adam to suckle more frequently or the built-up milk became uncomfortable. So our routine extended to a session in the morning, another when he came home from work, and one before bed.

During this time I would praise him on his progress, and suggest ways that he could improve.

"Adam" I remember saying to him in the early days, "You're always so sweet when you're here with me on the couch, aren't you?"

And I rolled his balls together gently in my fingers, causing him to shiver.

"Yes Mommy."

"But when we're in public, or even just around the house you can be so gruff."

"I'm sorry," he acknowledged, earning himself a long tight pump of his massive cock.

"I was thinking you need clearer incentives. Like if I go and pick you up at your work, and you call me Mommy in front of your coworkers, then I'll show you my breasts when we get home. Would you agree to that?"

"Yes Mommy."

(Another stroke of his cock)

"And if you show me new ways that you can be submissive, I'll pull you aside and stroke your beautiful penis for you."

"I love when you touch my cock Mommy"

"Oh, what do we call it?" My hand stopped moving and I pulled my breast away from him.

"My pee-pee," Adam wisely chose to overcorrect.

"Good boy," I said letting him latch on again. "Can you think of anything you could do to show me that you're a good boy?"

"I could call Naomi 'Auntie'" he said.

"Not bad."

"I could eat my dinner off the floor at your feet," his cock twitched as he said it.

'<i>Interesting</i>' I thought.

"Hmm, that sounds nice. And what about your precum. You've always got a strand dangling from your cock these days, and sometimes you just drip all over the floor."

There was a long pause. My hand hovered over his cock.

He knew what I wanted to hear.

"I could lick it up whenever I notice. That way I'm not wasting tissues or making a mess."

"Oh you're a very good boy," and I quickly teased his glans for him.

"Now we're making progress."

***

One Saturday I had to travel to a nearby city in order to take my exams in person. I decided to stay with a friend of mine. Initially I had wanted to spend the entire weekend with her. However, after I had already taken the exam on the second day, she started to feel ill and suggested that I go home early.

I arrived home rather late on the Saturday night, well ahead of schedule. Shutting the door behind me, I tiptoed up the stairs not wanting to wake my sister. My room is at the end of the hallway and I had to pass by Naomi's room on the way there. While tiptoeing, I heard whispers from behind her door.

I gingerly peaked into the room and saw Adam there, kneeling at the edge of the bed by my sister's feet.

My sister looks a lot like me. Similar hair and eyes but less baby fat on her cheeks. More of a sexy woman than a cute innocent one.

In that moment she was dressed to full effect wearing a satin nightgown and her hair curled in a luxurious up-do.

Her legs were spread and I could see the outline of her panties. As always, Adam was naked. Naomi's foot rested next to his crotch. It was a pose that her and I jokingly referred to as the "truth serum position."

"Oh don't be such a poor sport. Mika said I'm allowed, and you have to do what I say. Besides, I can tell you want it. You haven't tasted it for days. You know that women's juices are addictive right? Scientists say the chemicals are a little stronger than tobacco, but when a man is horny it seems so much worse to him than that."

She paused. I could see her legs shift and I knew she was pleasuring him with her foot.

"Why don't you start answering my questions and then I'll give you a taste?"

I saw him nod slowly.

"So you seem to like Mika a lot don't you? Even though she's so cruel to you? What did you do to her before you came here?"

"I degraded her in every way," he acknowledged. "Anything I felt like doing, I did."

"Don't be so mysterious," my sister chided. "Give me some details. Tell me some stories."

My sister's fingers disappeared briefly between her legs and I heard her moan before bringing them back out. She offered a finger to Adam, dangling it a few inches away from his mouth. His head moved to take it into his lips but she pulled back.

"A story first," she demanded.

He nodded slowly as he eyed her glistening fingers.

"I remember laying her out, face up on the kitchen table with her head dangling off the edge. I put my cock in her mouth and kept pushing until it was at the back of her throat. She gagged, and then I pushed further. I couldn't stop myself. I held her face in my hands and fucked it while she tried to push my thighs away from her. I remember watching the bulge in her throat move up and down with my thrusts. she was crying, but I didn't stop."
<hr pg="2" />"You went until you finished?"

He nodded.

"Well, as hot as that is, I still don't understand why you don't just leave. Go home now. You don't have to put up with her."

"I like what she's done to me," he said after a considerable pause. "I like that she makes me call her 'mommy'. I like like that she makes me beg for my next cummies and then never lets me have it. I can't give her up."

"Aren't you afraid that you've just been brainwashed? Don't you notice the warm fuzzy feelings washing over you when you drink her breast milk? Did you never realize how after you go down on her you're overcome with the impulse to be submissive - wanting so badly to be dominated?"

I could see him shaking as she spoke and I knew it was more than just being cold.

"You know I've heard people try to explain why your culture became a patriarchy and and ours didn't. They say all sorts of things, but really what I think it boils down to is that women here evolved for men to be addicted to us, and women there did not. Our men may have developed defense mechanisms but you," here she offered him her wet finger, and he took it greedily in his mouth. "You are helpless."

She smiled as his body reacted to tasting her finger by relaxing perceptibly.

"Do you know why I'm telling you this?" She asked.

"No," he admitted.

"It's because I want you to know all of that and still look at my body and be unable to resist me."

I wished in that moment that I was her, about to use him as my slave.

"Take off my panties," she instructed.

I watched as he did so.

"Lick them," she said.

Adam found the wetness on the gusset of her underwear and licked it with broad, hungry strokes.

"Now beg me."

"Please may I lick your pussy" he mumbled.

She nodded.

He leaned in, placing a hand on both her thighs, running his fingers over them, savoring the smoothness of her skin. I heard him kissing her, licking her, slavering on her.

"Men are so weak," she smiled and then moaned.

***

The next day Adam brought me my breakfast and then sulked out of the room. When it came time for him to nurse, he asked to be excused to go to the bathroom and then made up the flimsiest of excuses to avoid his morning routine with me.

"Adam, are you upset that I left you for the weekend?" I tried to give him an excuse that wouldn't involve explaining that I had spied on him.

He gave a non-committal grunt.

I let it go, even though I very much needed him to nurse, as I was becoming engorged to the point of pain.

But I wanted to give him a bit longer.

In the early afternoon, I was on the couch, pretending to read. I intentionally spilled my drink off the side table and onto the rug, and called Adam to come get the stain remover.

He was almost always hard when he came into my presence after any kind of absence, but today he was flaccid. He must have been actually upset.

While he was on his knees, facing away from me, I began pressing under my nipple, quietly expressing myself into my t-shirt. I felt the warm milk run into the cotton and blossom into a dark stain. Then I moved to do the same with the other.

As Adam worked I saw his cock slowly growing, at first lolling comically like a dangling sausage, then swaying as it reached perfect hardness.

'Is he smelling my milk?' I wondered.

Then he turned to me, transfixed by what he saw.

"You're leaking," he whispered.

"Oh, you're right," I said, looking down and feigning surprise at the growing stains on my shirt. "Well that's embarrassing. Would you mind getting Mommy a towel so I can clean this up?"

He left and came back from the kitchen with a set of towels, his cock bouncing stiffly in front of him.

I took off my t-shirt, allowing him a rare glimpse of me completely topless, and pretended to not notice his reaction.

"I'm sorry baby, you don't have to watch this, they're just so full," I moaned as I started squeezing my breasts, allowing the milk to run down my body onto the towels I placed on my lap.

He stepped closer.

"I can help you Mommy."

"Are you sure sweetie? If you're not in the mood..."

"Please, let me help."

I nodded.

He assumed his normal position and began suckling. The stress left his body.

"I won't leave you like that again," I promised.

He only nodded in response.

***

A curious thing happened a few months into Adam's stay with us.

Adam was nursing one night, while I read from a book, occasionally stopping to stroke his hair or wipe milk from his chin. And then all at once he started trembling, as if approaching orgasm.

He was always erect the whole time while nursing, though at that moment he appeared particularly ready to explode.

I watched his face, which contorted as if I was edging him aggressively, even though I was not laying a hand on him.

And then he sighed and a moment later cum began to flow out of him.

Not in spurts, just in a gentle stream.

Not wanting the mess on the sofa I put my hand under the flow, watching as it filled with his semen.

"I'm sorry Mommy," he said.

I loved his new instinct to apologize.

"Did my baby just have an orgasm?" I asked, worried that something was wrong.

He clarified that he still felt horny, and the sensation was more like peeing than an orgasm. Just an empty release, without pleasure.

I knew of course what a ruined orgasm was. And this seemed to match.

When I later asked the doctor she merely shrugged. "We don't know a lot of things about the foreigners' physiology. My guess is that some men like him can have ruined orgasms triggered by something in your milk. Maybe once they reach a state of being pent-up enough, it pushes them over the top, but it's not enough to experience the actual climax."

One month later the same incident happened. This time when I saw the shaking I simply encouraged Adam and once again caught his cum in my palm.

There was so much that it filled my hand to overflowing. I quickly wiped it on my breasts for him to clean and returned my hand to catch the rest.

As I did I found myself suppressing the temptation to drink it down myself. Was it some old habit from our time together?

I looked down at his member, his slit still drooling, and contemplated how easy it would be to fill my mouth with him.

I brought my cupped hand closer to my lips and instead of smelling his usual musk, detected something more light and airy, as if I had somehow feminized his seed.

The spell was suddenly broken.

I drained the second palmful (and it really did fill my whole palm) into Adam's mouth directly.

"I'm so glad we discovered this," I told him as he licked the cum off my tit. "I like that you're my little cum guzzler now." His cock twitched as I said it. "I want to keep feeding it to you until you've swallowed more than all the cum you've shot into women's mouths before you met me."

You could tell that he loved and hated the idea at the same time, and the side of him that hated it was fading.

"I can't believe you used to get blow jobs every day. I like this much more. Men should be cleaning up their own messes, don't you think?"

His conflicted face looked up at me as he continued cleaning his jizz from my breasts.

"Yes Mommy," he finally managed once he was finished.

The next two incidents followed on a predictable schedule and I joked to Adam that he seemed to be on a lunar cycle just like a girl. Then it occurred to me that it was probably some hormone peaking in my milk that was causing the timing, rather than a response from his body. I checked the calendar and confirmed my suspicions.

Since my cycle is so regular I knew in advance when Adam was going to have his next spill.

And it happened to be the day before his birthday.

So I instructed Adam to bake a chocolate cake and I secretly kept it on standby next to me on the couch.

When Adam lay down on my lap to nurse, his head propped up by a pillow, he showed no signs of noticing the undecorated cake under a tea towel nearby, nor of anticipating that this was the day his ruined orgasm would arrive.

So he nursed, and I waited patiently for the signs of his impending spill. When he began to tremble I slipped the cake, still in its form, under the head of his penis.

And then I made him glaze his own birthday cake.

Once his balls were drained I spread the semen with an icing spatula and fed him a slice right then and there so he could have it hot. The rest I froze to be eaten throughout the week.

Adam didn't like the taste, but got hard and blushed each time I delivered him a new slice, and his cock wept when my mother and sisters poked fun at him while they made him lick the bottom of the birthday candles clean like a good boy.

Looking at the photos from the party, you would have no way of knowing that it wasn't a perfectly normal cream cheese icing.

***

Life continued like this for some time. Since Adam was milking himself once a month, I decided not to give him any full orgasms. He had long since stopped begging for them and I think had come to terms with the idea that the highest form of bodily pleasure he could experience came from licking my pussy.

And though that may have kept him happy, it did nothing to curb his constant arousal.

One night, for whatever reason, I was struggling to sleep, and decided to grab myself a midnight snack.

I slipped into a loose fitting, purple negligee and tiptoed down the stairs. I opened the fridge, feeling the cool air on my bare skin. My nipples were hard with the cold and I smiled to myself wondering what Adam's expression would look like if he saw them poking out of my nightgown.

Giving up on finding something in the fridge, I turned to the high cupboard where we kept our sweets and stood on my tiptoes. I felt the night air on my lower back and upper thighs as they became exposed by my stretching. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

When I finally found a box of sweets I accidentally dropped it on the floor. I was bending over to pick one up when I saw movement.

Adam was in the room with me.

He stood there, naked as always, looking like Michelangelo's David in the moonlight.

I could see him devouring my body with his eyes. I had no idea how long he'd been watching.

I straightened up but he was already moving towards me. He picked me off my feet and planted my ass on the kitchen island. Then he grabbed my negligee and tore it in two down the middle.

I was overwhelmed by how much he needed me and felt my own body responding. Even so, I knew I couldn't reward him for this.

I tried pushing him off but was completely overpowered. I slapped him - hard - but my palm glanced off and he barely seemed to register it.

My mind flashed back to our times together when he would take me roughly from behind, and a shiver of anticipation passed over me.

As he looked down and fumbled with his cock, trying in frustration to place it at the entrance of my pussy as I squirmed, I managed to press my breasts against his face.

Unconsciously he clamped onto my nipple, and I felt my milk flowing out of me.

"Adam that feels so good, please keep sucking it."

His breathing slowed. It was amazing how quickly the effects worked on him.

"Do you want more?" I asked.

He nodded.

I squeezed my breast, forcing the milk out of me.

He sighed and drank deeply. I watched his throat muscles move as he swallowed. Then his shoulders slumped and I could see a look of defeat pass over his face when he realized he wasn't going to get what he wanted.

"Who is in charge, Adam?"

"You are," he gulped.

"Say it again."

"You're in charge Mommy."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was going to narrowly come out of this on top.

I decided to press him further.

"Who decides when you cum?"

"You do Mommy."

"You're weren't being a good boy, just now, were you?"

"No Mommy."

"Then get on your knees and show me what good boys do with their tongues."

He knelt reluctantly and slowly began kissing my thighs, working his way to my pussy.

I felt that eternal longing to be filled. The ache that hadn't gone away since Adam had taken me the first time. But I knew I needed to wait. Adam's mouth would have to suffice for now.

"You know I have to punish you for what you did?"

"Yes," he moaned into my inner thigh.

"How should I punish you?"

"Please don't take your pussy away from me."

I had said the same thing to him about his cock only a few months ago.

"What should I do then? Your behavior will only get worse if I stop nursing you."

Adam shivered at the thought of being denied his breast milk and by now his tongue was trying its best to get deep in my sopping, wet crevice and I could hear him hungrily lapping up my juices.

"I'll do whatever Mommy wants," he whimpered.

"Good." I pulled on his hair so he was looking at me in the eyes. "Tomorrow you are going to withdraw from the exchange. Then we are going to the embassy and you are going to register under a program for international workers where we will sponsor you to serve in our household."

His poor cock twitched pathetically as I rearranged his future for him on the spot.

"If that doesn't sound appealing we can get you tickets back home first thing in the morning. You can be fucking Charity by tomorrow night if you like."

"No please, I'll do it. I deserve this. I deserve more than this. I let you down."

"It's true - you do deserve more. Maybe I should take your orgasms away from you forever," I mused aloud.

"Just don't take away your pussy," he murmured again.

And that's when I made up my mind.

***

Women have always known that orally ingesting vaginal juices increases a man's sexual stamina. But about a decade ago there was a reported case of a gentleman who attended a sex party and was unable to orgasm afterwards. The doctors realized that when men consume some large dose of vaginal fluid they lose the ability to climax. This was of course very frustrating for the man in question, but the doctors found it could be reversed in time as long as the man abstained from oral sex.

When the results were published, some forward thinking women began trying to give men the condition intentionally.

And thus the Final Orgasm Ceremony was born. A group of girlfriends get together, and one way or another, a man is given a critical dose over the course of the evening.

I attended one party where a man consumed an entire chalice of fluid at the same time his partner was jacking him off. She told him what would happen as soon as he drank the last drop, and apparently he found the idea arousing because he ejaculated as soon as she finished whispering into his ear. She had planned a whole night of games and teasing, but that was his final orgasm and there was nothing else that could be done about it.

Now men who drink the liquid are forbidden from divulging this secret, and as far as I know almost the whole male race remains in the dark, because every time I attend a ceremony an unsuspecting man falls for it again.

A month before I left on exchange, I was at another ceremony where the man, who was to become a lifelong servant, drank from the cup before the purpose of the drink was revealed. Normally it would take two or three hours for the drink to take full effect. The servant was particularly attractive and well-liked, and so various interested women at the party took turns fucking him, seeing who would be the one to claim his reverse-virginity.

I can imagine the dilemma from his perspective. You don't want to cum too quickly and not enjoy it, especially when you have the once in a lifetime chance to actually have sex with multiple women. But you also don't want to drag it out too long and risk not cumming at all.

In the end, he never came.

Maybe the dose was too large or he was more sensitive than most men. But he left that party without relief and as far as I know hasn't got it since.

At first, maintaining the effect only requires going down on a woman once every three weeks or so. This is easy enough - most men are put to use far more frequently than that. Later, the body adjusts to not climaxing, and so while some wives may comfort their husbands by telling them that the condition is reversible, practically speaking, I've never heard of a man who came back from it.

Since this is a pretty severe disciplinary step to take, the government requires that in order for a woman to do this to a man she must legally own him. That means he must be her husband of permanent servant. Thankfully Adam qualified as of that week.

So I sat down with my mother and sister a month before the party to decide what we should do.

"I heard of a trend out west where the women make the men drink from the cup, and then he is just released into the city on a Friday night," my sister began. "He has to go around telling random strangers that he's the subject of a Final Orgasm Ceremony and then ask them to jerk him off."

"Would anyone even do that? Would you?" asked my mom.

"Hell yeah I would. I'd tease him and tease him until he finally realizes that I'm going to just run down the clock and he has to leave and find someone else," my sister laughed.

"Okay well it won't work for Adam," I quickly vetoed the idea. "He's about a foot taller than the next tallest person in this city. Everyone is too spooked out by him."

"Okay good point," my sister admitted. "I've heard of parties where the guy swallows the dose and then they put him in a glory hole. Each woman gets a short turn, in private, to do whatever they want on the other side of the hole to his cock. The woman who leaves the room with his cum gets a prize."

"I like that," said my mom. "Really this event is about entertaining the women. You want something fun for them to do."

"I'll think about it," I said.

"What about giving him a ruined orgasm?" my mom suggested.

"That's so mean!"

"No it's not," Naomi disagreed. "It's fucking hot. Can you imagine the look on his face? I'd record that and then make him go down on me while watching it later. I'd be watching it with him years later if I was you."

"Do you think we know enough people who would be willing to let Adam go down on them? One after another?" I changed the subject.

"Yeah I've heard of it done that way - all natural." my sister mused. "Adam is handsome and exotic, and you've kept him on a short leash, I don't think it would be a problem."

"Good that's settled. Now we just need to figure out how to get him to climax."

***

I took the unusual step of telling Adam exactly what would happen before we did it.

Normally the best part of a Final Orgasm Ceremony is the dramatic irony. The man is having the time of his life, fooling around with all sorts of women, unaware that his impending orgasm is going to be his last. But I wanted to do something different. I wanted to let Adam decide, both because I thought it would be fair to him, and because I trusted him to fail.

So before any of the women arrived, I explained everything: the biology, the history of the ceremony, how we were going to run the party. Everything.

Adam was horrified. Horrified and inescapably aroused.

"Are you ordering me to do this?" he asked.

"No, but I want you to do this. I want to watch you throw away a lifetime of pleasure because you can't control yourself. And I want you to be forever on edge, unable to find satisfaction, because I know once you're like that you'll be enslaved to my pussy forever."

This speech did nothing to deter his erection.

"But why don't you start small," I suggested. "Pleasuring a couple women at the party won't do any long term damage. Your body is so large that probably even five or six wouldn't be enough to for you to notice. Naomi is waiting in the next room. Just go enjoy her and you can always stop later."
<hr pg="3" />And so he went to Naomi.

The other guests began arriving at around that time, exchanging hugs and making knowing smiles as Naomi's muffled screams escaped from the adjacent room.

My closest friend, Erika, was next. Erika was a bit of a wild one. She had died her shoulder-length hair a dark purple since the last time I saw her, and was wearing a black corset that pushed her small breasts up and out, coming daringly close to exposing her nipples.

Then came Adam's manager along with a few of his female coworkers. They were already quite tipsy and livened up the party. Then some of Naomi's friends arrived, and then the rest of my own, and before long there were over twenty women wandering around our living room and kitchen.

From there, the party went as planned. Adam circulated timidly, servicing the women one by one. Some accepted his services in the middle of the room, his head and shoulders an undefined lump under their skirt while he worked away. Others took him to a private room to receive his ministrations.

The guests' instructions were clear. Adam was to swallow as much fluid as he could, and clean his female partners up completely when he finished. I was especially concerned about Adam's coworkers, and told them that while they could tease his cock, they should touch it for no more than a few seconds at a time.

While it was happening, there was no way to know exactly what was going through Adam's mind. Was he initially planning on just servicing a few women and then stopping? At one point I saw his manager leading him by his cock into the kitchen. His eyes looked almost glazed over, whether from exhaustion or the insidious effects of what he was drinking, I couldn't say.

I tried to keep track of how many women he had been with, but lost count. Eventually one of Naomi's friends came and told me that she had just finished with Adam, and that I should check on him.

I found him alone in my bedroom.

"I think I want to stop now," he whispered.

"Oh my poor baby," I said, instinctually releasing one of my breasts from my dress to soothe him. "You can stop whenever you want. I know my mom hasn't had a turn yet though. Do you think you can finish her off and then we'll call it a night?"

"Please Mommy, I don't want to lose my orgasms."

"Oh baby, one more woman isn't going to make a difference," I fibbed.

He nodded his head in quiet acquiescence and I felt an electric thrill pass through my already thrumming nervous system.

When I finished nursing him, I sent my mom into his room and then was intercepted by Naomi.

"Did you realize how many he's done?" Naomi asked.

"No, I sort of lost count," I said guiltily.

"I've been asking around and I got up to 17."

"Oops. That's a lot. And I just sent mom in with him."

"You better get him out here for the end of the ceremony once she's done or it might be too late."

A short while later, Naomi tapped a glass with a fork and got everyone gathered together in the living room.

I had insisted that I would be the one to give Adam his final orgasm. But in order to involve the party, we agreed that everyone would get a turn standing in front of Adam teasing him, while I pumped his cock from behind. And whoever he came in front of would get to have Adam for a weekend.

One by one the ladies circled through. Some pressed their bodies against Adam, whispering in his ear. Others turned around and rubbed the head of his cock against their ass to the cheers of the crowd.

For her turn, Erika knelt on the ground in front of Adam, licking his glans rapidly with her mouth open and ready to catch his cum.

I was beginning to worry that it indeed was too late. A few of the ladies began taunting Adam.

"You better hurry or you'll never get to cum at all sweetie."

"I think it's too late. Half the city fucked his face."

While they spoke he squirmed and thrust into my hand, desperately seeking the relief that I had denied him all these months.

When Adam's manager took her turn, she stood mere inches away from him. She began shimmying up her dress, just high enough for Adam to see the bottom of her panties, soaked perhaps with a mix of his saliva and her unslaked arousal. Then she started lowering the top of her tight fitting dress, inch by inch until she had exposed one breast, and then the other.

I continued pumping, but felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Naomi.

"Did you want me to take over? Your hand must be tired." She grinned mischievously as she spoke.

I could hear Adam breathing, harder and harder, and felt him step onto his tippy-toes just as Naomi was speaking.

"Sure," I said, and released his cock just a second before the first spurt of cum erupted from inside him.

Adam groaned in frustration as the ruined orgasm convulsed through his body.

I watched as he shot into the air over and over again. The first ropes of cum landed on his manager's dress, and then her thighs. I, stood, frozen in place as he absolutely painted this woman with his seed.

The ladies cheered and hollered as he did, and eventually, the powerful shots shrunk to weak and haphazard spurts, finding their way to the floor at his feet.

"Holy shit, I can't believe she ruined his last orgasm," the voice of Naomi's best friend rose above the crowd.

Adam was speechless, simply staring at the mess he created, wishing it was still inside him and he could do it all over again.

"It's time to clean up your mess, Adam," his managed instructed as she pressured his head downwards toward her dress.

In a tortured daze, Adam complied, licking up the thick white goo from her dress and her thighs.

"All of it," she said, indicating the puddle on the ground.

Adam sank despondently to the ground, licking the floor until it was clean.

"Adam, how did your last orgasm taste? Was it better than pussy?" Erika taunted him.

"No," he replied glumly.

"Come now Adam, you were having a good time two minutes ago." Naomi spoke. "Why don't you thank my sister for your final orgasm and then go back to serving the ladies."

"Thank you for my final orgasm" Adam said with his eyes downcast.

It was the most erotic thing I had heard in my life.

"You're welcome sweetie," and I kissed him on the forehead.

It was a bittersweet moment for me. It's hard for men to make good judgments on their own. Whenever he came, Adam became gloomy and disgusted with himself. I had saved him from that forever.

I told Adam to wash his face in the bathroom sink and then we could put him to bed.

While he was in the bathroom, Erika approached me.

"You know, if he just had a ruined orgasm, there's still a small chance he could have a real one. Why don't you let me go into the bedroom with him. You could come watch. Maybe if I fuck him he would actually cum?"

Part of me wanted Adam to myself, but I was so on edge that the idea of a threesome was hard to turn down.

I happily agreed with the idea, although there was no way I would just be watching.

We took him to the bedroom, and I explained our plan to him.

At first he seemed unenthused and more than a little reluctant. It seemed he wanted to be left alone to mope.

But Erika asked him to undo her corset for her, and by the time he finished untying the crisscrossing lace his fingers had begun to move with more urgency. When he saw her perky little breasts he seemed to awaken, groping them lustily.

In a brief moment, the old Adam, the one who I had first met, seemed to return.

He took control of Erika, lifting her into the air to suck on her tits. She squealed and wrapped her legs around his sides, and now that she was more stable he walked over to the wall, slamming her back roughly against it.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he moaned into her ear.

I stood back, simply watching as he pulled her skirt and panties down effortlessly. Whatever I had taught him about pleasing a girl was forgotten in this moment. He lined up his pole with her slit and penetrated her to the sound of her growing cries.

For five or ten minutes he fucked her against that wall while she clawed at the muscles on his back and I simply ached with need, watching across the room, wishing it was me.

Eventually Adam became frustrated with his inability to cum and carried Erika over to the bed. He threw her onto it and then flipped her over with her ass in the air. It had always been his favorite position.

As he resumed fucking her, I disrobed quietly behind them, until I was just as naked as they were.

I stepped over to the bed, conscious of the slick feeling of my slippery upper thighs rubbing against one another as I walked. Then I joined Erika, parallel to her on the bed, in the same position, and presented myself to Adam.

He continued plowing Erika from behind for a few minutes, and then pulled out and entered me. I moaned without shame as I felt him stretch me from the inside out.

"More," I gasped as he pulled away, slapping his cock on my ass like some punishment for what I had done to him.

Then he went back inside me again, building his pace steadily. I felt a hand reach in beside me. It was Erika, trying to finger my pussy. I shifted my legs to accommodate her and she quickly found my clit and began teasing it for me.

Even after all his training, Erika's fingers were more skilled than Adam's, and she quickly coaxed an orgasm out of me while Adam fucked me like his life depended on it.

This went on for some time, Adam rotating between us, until he finally gave an exasperated yell and collapsed on the bed.

I looked at Erika and smiled. He was gone, there was no chance left for him.

I gently rolled his body over.

"Let us do the work for you," I whispered. "Maybe it's not too late."

I grabbed the base of his cock and swung my legs over his hips to mount him. Once again, Erika came up behind me and began pleasuring me while I fucked our tormented subject. I could see him adapt to the new position, and he closed his eyes as if focusing on trying to cum.

I heard Erika teasing him, "Does that help?" she asked. "Do you like me squeezing your balls like that?"

"Yes," he replied through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to cum for us? I want you to fill Mika up with your cum. Claim her pussy Adam. Show her you're still a real man."

He grunted and began moving his hips in sync with mine.

As I rode him cowgirl style, he reached up to squeeze my tits, sending a spray of milk over his prone body. I saw the look on his face. The look he normally made before cumming. But this time, nothing happened.

"You can't, can you?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

When I saw him acknowledge it, I came a second time, even stronger than the first. My muscles spasmed and rhythmic waves coursed through me as I savored that moment.

After I settled, I found myself just as horny as before and not yet ready to stop. Adam's cock stretched me obscenely and I could not give it up.

"Get on his face," I instructed Erika, who smiled at me and moved into position.

Tired as he was, Adam obsequiously began licking her as soon as her pussy descended on him.

"This is so fucking hot," Erika grinned as she spoke, squeezing her tiny handful of tits as Adam pleasured her.

I sensed that the tide had turned. That brief flash of raw masculinity was gone, and it was time for the docile Adam to return for good.

"Did you know that I own you now, Adam?" I taunted him ever so quietly as I rolled my hips, causing his hardness to shift inside me. "You belong to me. I can fuck you, and rent you out and you have no one who will take your side. I stole your orgasms from you forever. You will never, ever cum again."

The muscles on his body tightened while I spoke.

"It's kind of sad." Erika mused. "He's like a defanged tiger. An involuntary eunuch. I think even if he goes home no woman would be scared of him again. They'll be able to smell the pussy on his breath."

Adam swallowed but said nothing.

"I enjoyed being fucked by you Adam. I've never had a man do that to me before," she continued through bated breaths. "But I'm pretty sure from now on you'll be the one getting fucked."

She smiled that same mischievous smile at me and I returned her grin, leaning in for a kiss. Our tongues intertwined as we enjoyed using Adam's body beneath us. I reached out and squeezed Erika's tits, and gently rolled her nipples between my thumb and finger.

She leaned out of the kiss, holding my face with her hands, and I saw that she was about to cum. She squinted adorably, and the dimples on her cheeks deepened.

"Fuck fuck fuck, oh god yes," she moaned.

"Cum for me. Cum into his mouth," I urged her on, steadying her hips with my hands.

Tiny ripples passed through the fat of her quaking breasts as she shook in my arms and then sagged forward with a contented sigh.

I pulled out of Adam, and we both lay down on either side of him, facing him, but looking at eachother.

Adam's flagging cock was barely standing on its own now, and we both took turns fondling him, not as if we were trying to make him cum, but just as lovers might enjoy one another's bodies after they were already satisfied.

When his cock began listing to my side of his body, I flicked it - passing it over to Erika's side. Erika grabbed it by the head, holding it straight up in the air, and gave it the slightest nudge so that it fell now back towards me.

This was his life now, not the main character in the play, driving the action, but a prop that the women around him could choose to use or play with when they felt like it.

Despite the fact that we were touching him, he seemed to be almost asleep, passed out with exhaustion.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Erika asked me, finally taking her hand off of his shrinking meat.

"Yes. It was an almost perfect night, wouldn't you say?" I took her lead and rested my hand on Adam's chest, focusing on our conversation.

"Hard to imagine it going better. Although there was that one little mix up during the most important part."

"His ruined orgasm, you mean?"

She nodded.

I let the silence hang in the air as I absent mindedly watched Adam's cock as it faded. It curved under its own weight, resting lazily against his leg.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked her.

"I actually thought it was super hot. The best part of the night."

"Oh?" I played coy. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Adam's breathing was steady. It was hard to tell if he was listening or not, but I decided I didn't mind either way.

I could see the wheels turning in her head. "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You got your sister to interrupt you and everything."

Adam stopped breathing. Perhaps he was listening after all.

"I suppose it might look like that. But you know I'm far too innocent to concoct anything that wild," and I winked at her.

"You're so cruel," she laughed.

"No not at all... look," and I pointed to Adam's cock which had begun rising again. "Adam likes to be dominated. He likes his Mommy being in charge. He can't admit it out loud, but you can always tell what he really wants."

"Do you think he wants us to play with it again?" Erika asked, teasing her hands across the lowest part ot Adam's abdomen.

"It does look that way. But what do you want?" I asked her.

She wordlessly rose back up and straddled Adam's thighs, slowly impaling herself on his rigid length.

I rearranged myself in the bed, planting my thighs on either side of Adam's face and leaned forward to lick Erika's breasts as she rode him.

When your man was incapable of climaxing, the night could go as long as the ladies felt like it.

