Gulping My Punishment – Jun 7, 2026

On Sunday, I got a message from one of my regulars—a straight guy who strictly uses my mouth to empty his balls. He never wastes time on small talk, commands what he wants, and leaves the second he’s done cumming. I immediately texted Dom to let him know this guy wanted to come over after he got off work to use me. Dom gave the green light, and I could tell from his texts that he was incredibly horny himself. Usually, when Dom gets like that, he’ll find a more masculine guy to satisfy him, jerk off at work, or use me. But Sunday was different. He held onto that build-up and carried it all the way home, which only upped his level of superiority.

I could tell how dominant he was feeling by the very first chore he gave me that afternoon. Usually, I pick him up from work dressed in a jockstrap or completely naked. He’s normally very careful about the neighbors and has me get dressed in the car, but today my car was parked all the way out on the street because a repairman was blocking our long driveway. Dom was trying to text me specific instructions on how to leave the house, but his texts were spotty because he was busy. Terrified of being late, I grew impatient and made the mistake of putting on shorts and running out to the car without his final word.

The second I got into the driver’s seat, his text came through telling me exactly how he wanted me to walk out, in a G-string. I had missed his crucial instructions by acting on my own. When I picked him up, I was instantly scolded for my impatience. Dom made it clear: a SluttyPig always waits for his Dom’s commands, and I would be punished for it.

When we got home, the clock was ticking for my regular to arrive. Dom commanded me to strip completely naked, put on my sensory-deprivation hood, and lie on the bed. “Punishment part one,” he declared. He brought out ice-cold water bottles and frozen items, dragging them up and down my bare sides, back, and legs. I lay there shivering and screaming at the freezing shocks. Before I could catch my breath, he ordered me onto the floor to wait for my user.

Because of the hood, I have never actually seen this Regular, even though he’s used me many times. He has an average cock, and his go-to is to have me edge him three or four times before he unloads. Usually, during those edges, he’ll leak a little mouthful of pre-cum as a treat. I love those. But Dom has been training me to read men better and constantly improve, so I stopped much earlier this time to avoid making him blow too soon. My improved skills meant I missed out on those little tastes, so when he was finally ready to finish, he unleashed his entire, massive load all at once.

I’ve never taken his full volume before. It was so huge and tart that I actually had to swallow twice in the middle of his coming just to hold it all in my mouth without dropping a single piece of his manhood. I gulped down two massive mouthfuls of warm cum, and still had a puddle left over at the end. True to form, he got up and left without saying a word. Following my standard instructions, I immediately dropped back to the floor in the corner, still in my hood, waiting for my Dom to release me.

Dom doesn’t rush. He finishes whatever he’s doing first because a SluttyPig’s time means nothing. When he finally came in, he ordered me back onto the bed for part two. He covered my body in frozen objects again, listening to me shiver and scream for his own delight. After a while, he let me take the hood off to wash it. By the time I walked into the living room, completely naked except for a pair of crew socks, it was 6:00 PM and perfectly bright outside.

Dom never does public play where we live, so I was completely shocked when he looked at me and said, “Go outside on the front porch and sit there until I tell you otherwise.”

I actually asked, “Are you sure?” He repeated the command. Being a good SluttyPig, I obeyed. I peeked out the front door, stepped onto the front porch stark naked in the Sunday afternoon light, and sat in a chair. I was out there for five agonizing minutes. A few neighbors drove up and came home. I don’t know if they saw me, but the stakes were incredibly high. It was the most daring, exposed, and vulnerable I have ever felt from Dom – It WAS part of my punishment.

When he tapped on the window to let me back inside, I thought the ordeal was over. I asked about dinner, and he told me to just sit and wait. I watched him make himself a nice meal, and then he started grabbing random odds and ends. Were they for me? Sometimes he makes me eat from a dog bowl, or just feeds me random proteins for pure fuel, but this time he did something entirely new.

He grabbed a bowl and began breaking down two hard-boiled eggs, four chicken nuggets, a packet of applesauce, a full cup of citrus juice, barbecue sauce, and two chocolate granola bars. He mixed the whole mess with a spoon. Then, right before handing it over, he dumped two massive tablespoons of relish right on top. He knows I absolutely despise relish.

“Here’s your dinner. Eat every last drop,” he commanded.

It looked like literal vomit. I sheepishly started choking it down. The solid chunks weren’t the worst part, but they left behind a thick pool of juice mixed with barbecue sauce, citrus, egg residue, applesauce, and relish pooling at the bottom. My first swallow nearly came right back up, but I forced myself to gulp. Because of the large glass of juice, there were at least 10 to 12 huge mouthfuls of this disgusting, sweet-and-sour filth left. The relish made every single swallow ten times worse.

I forced it all down and licked the bowl completely clean. Dom watched with total delight, praising me and calling me a “good boy.” It was the exact validation I craved after miserably failing him earlier.

This was by far the harshest punishment he has ever given me. It taught me a vital lesson: I need to keep my regular life completely separate from my life as a SluttyPig. When I am in SluttyPig mode, I do nothing without Dom’s explicit command. It will be a very long time before I ever make the mistake of being impatient again.