Trained to Eat It – June 2026

I have always been particular about cleanliness when it comes to sex. There is nothing that gets me harder than the smell of a freshly showered man, that clean skin and soap scent pressed against my face. But over the past few years, Dom has been slowly guiding me toward the dirtier, piggy side of submission, and I have been following him down that path like the hungry slut I am.

The first steps were things I was actually eager to try. Piss play was an immediate obsession from the very first time. I love being pissed on, love drinking it straight from the tap, love the way it makes me feel completely degraded and used like the toilet I am. There is nothing that puts me in my place quite like being soaked in another man’s piss or swallowing it down while he watches. Dom recognized this immediately and has used it to train me ever since.

Then Dom decided I needed to be a better vessel for the men he lets use me, so he started training me to appreciate anything that comes out of my own body. He’d use my ass still dirty and then made me lick his cock and my dildos clean with my tongue to get used to the taste and texture. The purpose was clear from the beginning: when men are done fucking my ass, I lick their cocks clean for them. They should not have to waste time cleaning themselves off when they have got a willing mouth right there to do the job.

Not long after, he started feeding me like an animal by mixing all my food into one bowl and making me eat on the floor like livestock. Some of those mixtures were genuinely vile, but I licked every bowl clean because that is what a good pig does.

But what happened a few days ago was something I had refused for months. I had straight-up refused, and I truly believed it was something I was never going to do. But Dom, being who he is, found a way around my resistance, and I had absolutely no idea he was doing it.

Dom is uncut, and in all the years I have served him, he has always kept his dick immaculate. I have sucked plenty of uncut men before, but never one who was not fresh from the shower, never one with smegma collected thick under the hood.

A few months back, Dom was being his superior self and waving that cock in my face when I saw it for the first time: thick, white, cheesy buildup under his foreskin. It revolted me completely. I pulled back and refused, and he did not push it that time, but he filed that away for later.

Over the next few weeks, he would occasionally rub some on his underwear or a tissue and hold it near my face. I had the same reaction every time: disgust, refusal, hard limit. Then he went quiet. A month, maybe six weeks passed with nothing, and I assumed he had moved on and found other ways to degrade me.

Then a few days ago, he came home from work and pulled out his hard cock, and I could see it from across the room. It was loaded with dick cheese, thick and white and glistening under that foreskin. But something was different this time. It did not trigger that immediate revulsion that it had before. When he commanded me to suck it, I did not hesitate. I crawled over and got close, and that sharp, musky punch of scent hit me: filthy cock, accumulated sweat and skin and time. And this time, my own dick jumped. I was hard instantly, leaking in my cage, confused about why I was suddenly throbbing for something that had always turned me off before.

It did not matter. I opened my mouth and went to work. I licked up every bit of that cheese and sucked that dirty cock until it was spotless, worshipping him like the filthy pig I am becoming. The whole time, my mind was racing, wondering why I was hard for this, why it tasted good now, why I could not stop.

About an hour later, after he had taken everything he wanted from my body and we were settling back into normal life, he caught my eye and asked if I liked his dick cheese. I admitted that I had, but I did not know why. I suggested that maybe my tastes had changed, but even as I said it, I knew that was not right. This was not a gradual shift I had noticed. This was sudden and complete.

Then he told me that he knew exactly why. For the last month and a half, he had been secretly training me. I was curious, so I asked what he meant by secretly training me. He explained that every time he had accumulated cheese, he had been scraping it off and hiding it in my food. He put it on my toothbrush, in my snacks around the house, and even when we had guests over, he would slip his hand down his pants to collect some smegma and wipe it on whatever he was serving me. I had been unknowingly eating his dick cheese and apparently enjoying it for weeks without realizing what was happening.

He admitted he was not sure it would even work. He had read about conditioning techniques and decided to test the theory, and he said he got all the proof he needed when I crawled over and eagerly sucked that dirty cock without hesitation, rock hard while I did it.

Dom is not an overbearing superior who demands obedience through intimidation. I obey him because he is my Dom, because I do not want to disappoint him. After all, serving him is everything to me. But that quieter, more patient approach lets him get creative in ways I never see coming. He finds ways to break down my resistance that are far more effective than force. This is not the first time he has pulled something like this, and I know it will not be the last.

His goal was simple: get me past my aversion to his smegma and get me to the point where I will clean his dirty cock whenever he presents it. Mission accomplished! I have willingly sucked him clean several times since that revelation. Last time, it was particularly thick, and I did not just tolerate it. I relished it. I got hard from the smell alone and savored every bit, feeling that rush of being a properly trained SluttyPig doing what it has been conditioned to do.

I do not know if this will carry over to servicing strangers with dirty, cheesy cocks. I do not know if that is even what Dom wants for me. But I have learned not to predict where his training leads. I just get on my knees, open wide, and find out what he has in store for me next.