In our bedroom, my hands still tied, my wife is holding a wine glass. I came so much. A cum filled fantasy. She brings it to my mouth.

Smell it. Savor it. Will you do it?

I will. I do. I open my mouth and she lets the sperm drip in it.

I drink my cum. It's only one load. But I feel slutty and spent, kinky and ashamed.

It feels different in my mouth. It's still cum, but everything about has changed. Its odor, its taste, its meaning. There and then, it becomes clear. I can go through with it. It will come back. And I'll have become it. A cumslut. Someone who doesn't shy away, who doesn't fade with the expulsion of my own seed. My lust and my thirst can survive, safe in the knowing that cum fades, but never leaves. It always comes back.

I've earned my place. I may stay. I'll be known as the cumslut. It will be my role. I will 69 with men. I will be bukkaked, I will kiss and lick bukkaked wives. I will work the glory hole. I will cleanup lovers and share the fluids of love and lust with men, with women. My wife will take lovers in private rooms. She will offer herself and find her purpose in this mansion. Maybe it will be the same as mine? We'll see.

Before untying my hands, my wife kisses me deeply.

'Your breath smells like cum, but I love you'.

I love her. I know I'll be back. I hope she'll accompany me once again.

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