Clean Her Up

There is no sweeter punishment than the moment she stands over you, dripping and satisfied, her body still warm from another man’s cock. Your cockless existence is thrown into sharp relief as you stare up at the woman you love, the woman who belongs to him now. The proof is all over her — sticky, thick, and unmistakable — and it’s your job to clean her up. Not gently, not politely, but with the raw, humiliating devotion that only a true cuckold can offer.

You feel the sting of your own shame as she commands you to kneel, to open your mouth, to taste the fruits of her conquest. The first slap comes not just from her hand across your cheek but from the bitter realization that her pussy, once yours, has been ravaged by another man’s cock. Her words are sharp and deliciously cruel, “Clean me up, slut. That’s his cum, not yours. Get to work.” You obey instantly, swallowing hard as your tongue laps at the mess she left behind, the thick evidence of his dominance soaking your mouth.

Every lick is a reminder that you have been replaced. Her pussy isn’t yours to claim anymore — it belongs to the man who filled her until she cried out his name. You taste his salt, his heat, and the unmistakable flavor of her desire for him. It burns through your humiliation like fire, making your submission even more intoxicating. You are her servant now, her devoted cleaner, and nothing turns you on more than that raw, degrading reality.

As your tongue moves over her sensitive skin, tracing every crevice and swallowing every drop, she looks down at you with wicked amusement. Her eyes gleam with power as she watches you lick her clean, her body still humming with pleasure from his cock. “That’s right,” she purrs, “Taste him. Know that you will never satisfy me like he does. You’re just here to clean up the mess, to remind yourself where you belong.”

The taste overwhelms you, thick and overwhelming, yet you crave it. You want to feel every drop, to drink it down and let it settle deep in your throat as a mark of your submission. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers filthy commands that make your cockless body tremble. “Swallow it all. Don’t let a drop escape. Show me how much you worship me and the man who owns me.”

Her hands find your face, pulling you closer, slapping your cheeks and making your humiliation physical. Each slap is a shock, a reminder that you are nothing but a cuckold — powerless, needy, desperate to serve. Your mouth moves faster, licking deeper, cleaning every inch of her pussy, her ass, anywhere he left his mark. She spreads her legs wider, guiding your tongue to places you never dared explore before, demanding you prove your devotion by cleaning every last drop of his cum.

You hear the cruel laugh that dances from her lips, a sound that twists your stomach but makes your cockless body ache with a delicious kind of pain. “Look at you, begging to clean my pussy after he fucked me. Pathetic and perfect. That’s exactly what I want.” She smacks your face again, harder this time, as if to knock the shame deeper inside you, and you respond by licking more eagerly, desperate to please.

She rises slowly, towering over you with a smug smile, then pushes your head down once more, this time closer to her ass. “And don’t forget this, slave,” she says, spreading her cheeks and demanding you lick away the mess from behind, where he filled her most deeply. Your tongue explores the warm, tight folds of her asshole, tasting the bitter sweetness of her submission to another cock. You lick and suck with growing desperation, knowing that every second you spend cleaning her is a second you are proving your worth as her obedient cuckold.

Your heart pounds as she pulls you up by your hair, slapping your face yet again just to remind you who is in control. “You’re my cockless cuckold, and this is your job. To clean, to worship, to be humiliated by every drop of his cum that I let you taste.” Her words cut deep but send shivers down your spine. You never knew humiliation could feel so addictive, so intoxicatingly erotic.

She lets you lick for as long as she wants, enjoying the power she holds over you, watching you drown in submission as you clean the mess that once belonged to her and another man. Then, just when you think you’ve done enough, she leans in close and murmurs, “You’re not done yet, slut. I want you to edge yourself, to choke on your own desperation while you know exactly whose cock filled me tonight. When you finally come, I want you to beg to clean me all over again.”

The mix of pleasure and pain is overwhelming. You obey, your hands trembling as you edge yourself relentlessly, building a desperate need you can only satisfy by serving her completely. She watches with cruel delight, whispering filthy dirty talk that stokes your submission. “That’s it, you pathetic little cuckold. Beg me to let you clean me again. Swallow every drop and show me how much you love being owned.”

Finally, as your body shudders with the edge of release, she grants you permission — a cruel gift that makes you feel utterly owned and used. You come hard, tears mixing with sweat as you worship her with your mouth, swallowing the bitter sweetness of your defeat, knowing full well this is only the beginning of your eternal servitude.

Cleaning her up is not just a task; it is a ritual of submission and devotion. It is the moment you accept your place beneath her and the man who truly owns her. It is filthy, humiliating, and utterly intoxicating — and it is your greatest pleasure.