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Naked Pet For a Month with Daily Deep-Throat Training to Earn Food: Sperm & Only Sperm
I was a naked pet on all fours with dangling tits for a month, being fed only sperm. And I broke my deep-throating time record! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Disclaimer: I’ve said it a few times, but here is a reminder. In every sex game I play or sex party I attend, I give consent, and other participants know my safe word. But I like to push my limits. A lot! And I love watching men’s faces when they can’t believe they have a young, slim body, tight ass, bald pussy, perky tits, and blonde hair to play with — in any way they want. That alone makes all the pain worth it!
After publishing my first repertoire of sex confessions as a fuck toy, I made a list of “what else.” How could I further push my limits? The title was “Fuck Me Harder.”
At the time, I said it jokingly, but I think I actually meant it: I want to be the cure for emasculation. I wish to embolden men! Don’t get me wrong… I am an independent professional, and don’t try mansplaining stuff to me at work! But in sex, I definitively appreciate being a submissive cock-pleasuring doll being used and shared.
On my push-the-limits list that I wrote early last October, there were a few things I’ve already done. I’m a lucky girl! For instance, I played the role of a stripper at a bachelor party while nobody (except the guy who brought me in) knew I was not a stripper or a prostitute. I had a lot of fun! And I ended up going to the bachelorette party too. Stay tuned for that report.
But I know you guys like it better when my body gets more extensively used in a bestial way — you pervs! (Just kidding! I love you like that!)
Well… I have it for you today!
On my fuck-me-harder list, I also had:
- Being a sperm-eating pet for a month.
- Doing extended deep throating.
Let me explain briefly why I had these two brutal goals on my list.
The first time I sucked a cock as a teenager, the guy made me believe it was expected that I would take the entire length of his penis in and swallow the gooey stuff coming out. I believe him. Yes, I was naive. So I gagged a little bit and coughed plenty but was determined to succeed, and I did. Afterward, he gave me plenty of occasions to practice. Bad boy! But the good thing is… He helped me develop valuable deep-throating skills that have been appreciated by every man I have kneeled in front of over the years. I never gag nowadays. So it’s easy for me to get that rod of yours down my throat with the front of my neck bulging out like a snake that swallowed a large prey. And I can hold it in for a while, too, but the last time somebody used a stopwatch on me was that same boyfriend while I swallowed the cocks of his buddies.
So I wanted to find a training partner with a stopwatch and a big cock to check two things: how long I could genuinely hold that thing down my throat nowadays and if I could improve that time with daily practice.
Practice makes perfect, right? And I want to be the best cock-pleasuring fuck toy there is! I do.
Otherwise, about the pet thing. I was naked with no orgasm for an entire month last year. And I’ve been a pet in a cage, eating only sperm for a weekend. So I wanted to try to mix both challenges into one: a sperm-eating naked pet for… A month!
When I stayed in the nude for a month, the thrill of being constantly naked sank in after a couple of weeks. Before that, being in the nude felt a bit out of the ordinary, although I’ve been an exhibitionist since my teenage years.
Not wearing clothes is like… Socks! After a few weeks of living in South Florida, my feet couldn’t stand socks or closed shoes, but it didn’t happen immediately. Eventually, my brain “assumed” my feet were to be sockless everywhere – either entirely bare, in flip-flops, or open-top high heel shoes. I don’t like shoes that cover the top of my feet. And I feel trapped when my feet are inside boots nowadays.
So I wondered if I would really “feel like a pet” after a month on all fours, with a collar and leash, and sleeping in a cage.
I also wondered how long I could live on a sperm-only diet. I like to think I’m a spermivore and wanted to test that theory. In that plan, my sperm diet would include water. I only need dry crackers to keep the sperm down if I swallow dozens of loads consecutively. Perhaps we could also add vitamins to it. But, of course, it could not be the yummy gummy bear-type vitamins! It would have to be liquid vitamins mixed with the sperm or tasteless pills to swallow.
“So what?” you wonder. “Get to it already! I’m getting hard (or wet)!”
Well… Here it is.
I discussed my wishlist with my friend Madison and her husband Darnell, for whom I am a regular fuck toy. They are the ones who organized my bachelor party adventure.
And they are the ones who came up with the idea of mixing the sperm-eating pet for a month challenge with deep-throat training. Why not train me for a month and make it a challenge for me to earn my food – sperm on a plate to lick like a cat?
I wanted it as soon as they said it. Yes, a part of me must be a bit masochistic on top of being submissive sexually. But strangely enough, I am not like that in the other parts of my life, where I like to be in control. Go figure!
We picked November. Last November. That’s partly why I was silent on Medium for quite a long time! Sorry guys!
A while back, I established a working relationship with a Los Angeles-based guy who does the same kind of work that I do. I’m a social media and content marketing manager, working from home for a few companies operated by conservative American old guys who would freak out if they found out about my sex life.
I covered his clients for two weeks last year when he surfed in Portugal. And he readily agreed to take care of mine for the month of November. I video-called him in the nude, with the camera generously showing a good part of my cleavage. Maybe the girls help convince him. What do you think?
Usually, when I hang around Madison and Darnell’s house as a sex doll, I still have time during the day to sit naked by the pool and do my work. But that wouldn’t fit with the goal of being a naked pet for a month!
On November 1st, after setting everything up at my condo for a month's absence, I drove to Madison & Darnell’s fancy beach house.
Right at the door, Madison was waiting for me with a collar. She had me stripped immediately and took all of my stuff, including my phone. Then, after putting the choker around my neck, she gave me two gardening kneepads.
“The idea is for you to be on all-fours as a pet, not to destroy your knees!” she explained.
She also gave me a pair of fingerless exercise gloves with cushion material over the palm.
That’s why I love her! She always takes care of me, even when organizing sessions for men to use my body!
And I thought I looked great as soon as I dropped on all fours, with my kneepads and gloves. I was like a sandy-colored cat with black paws — a female cat with dangling tits! I remember my heart skipping a few beats. My ass was to be exposed all month. My tits were to hang like the tits of a cow all month. I was excited. Yes, I’m weird. But it was an experiment, and I wanted to know how it would feel to be like that for a month.
And I found that!
Let’s talk about the first week and then… You’ll see!
At first, in the house, when Darnell or Madison was home, I was allowed to roam as long as I didn’t try to stand up on my feet. I followed them around or crawled on the couch, which was much more comfortable than my cage.
When they left, whether for the day or for a few hours, they put me in the same cage I had visited at prior sex parties.
In reality, I could have used my fingers to unlock the cage and step out, for instance, if the house was on fire. But I trained my brain to ignore that fact and be a pet in a cage, awaiting the return of its masters.
At night, they put a leash on my neck collar and brought me outside to pee and shit on the grass, as a female cat would do. They did the same in the morning, but there were times when I couldn’t hold it and peed in the corner of my cage, where they had placed a blanket.
When that happened, the blanket became wet, and I slept in my pee until they cleaned it. When discovering pee, they forced my head down until my nose was on the pee and slapped my ass cheeks a few times until they were red. So after a while, I made sure to pee in my cage every night! My blonde ass got slapped every morning by a gigantic African-American hand. Yes, Darnell has a big black cock! And, if you want to know, Madison is Caucasian like me, except she has dark hair.
After the walk outside in the evening to pee, Darnell would use the giant rod between his legs to have me practice deep-throating.
We had set up the training in the following fashion. Darnell held my head with my bottom lip on his balls and my top lip on his belly until I would tap the floor, like a boxer giving up. I wanted it that way because I desired to push my limits, and it’s easier to get past the natural instinct not to push a rod down my throat when my head is held in place by powerful hands.
The goal was for me to increase the time I could keep a penis way down my throat. Unfortunately, on the first day, I lasted only 55 seconds which was a bummer. I’m pretty sure I did close to two minutes as a teen. At the time, I was doing freediving and could hold my breath for 5 minutes underwater.
Of course, when freediving, I don’t have a hard road down my throat. Deep-throating was something else. Maybe it should be an Olympic sport?
In any case, I only slowly improved over the course of the first week to reach 75 seconds on Saturday.
Each day, after the deep-throat challenge, Darnell used my tongue or my ass to get his cock to the ejaculating stage, at which point he unloaded on a plate he put in my cage, along with a bowl of water and a few tasteless crackers in another plate.
After a few days, though, I started giggling, and they laughed. We had so much sexual history together that it was hard to take this pet role as seriously as I wanted it to be for the experiment. Of course, I wasn’t allowed to talk, so I didn’t. But Madison and Darnell reached the same conclusion and discussed the solution in front of me.
As a result, on my first Saturday as a sperm-eating naked pet, they had a guy over in the early evening. I recognized him as having been part of some of our prior sex parties.
They had him inspect me as if he was shopping for a pet, spreading my ass cheeks apart to check my anus, pinching my nipples, pulling on my hair, and the like. Then they gave him the leash, and he made me walk around the pool.
“It’s an ordinary pet, man!” he said. “Not worth shit if you ask me! But I’ll take it off your hand to help.”
They had planned it that way, including the dialogue, for sure. But let’s not spoil a good submissive sex report!
Madison explained the deep-throat challenge and demonstrated it with her husband’s cock. The guy was really impressed with the way my neck bulged out when the cock went deep down my throat.
I had the honor of doing it twice that evening when Madison insisted he demonstrates his ability to use my mouth properly before she let him take me home. I lasted 20 more seconds with his cock than I had done with Darnell. I clocked 95 seconds! He had a normal-sized penis.
I was excited at the idea of being a naked pet in another man’s house for a month — a place where I was not used to be in the nude and having sex. But I was concerned about continuing the deep-throat challenge with that guy. And Madison picked up on it.
She left and returned with a giant dildo bigger than Darnell’s cock. She explained to the guy that he could do anything he wanted with any of my holes all month, but he had to shove that dildo down my throat once a day and time it. She wanted a daily scorecard at the end of the month.
The guy lived in a house about half a mile South. He had me walk on the beach at the edge of the water all the way to this house. I actually enjoyed the occasional splash of the ocean on my belly and dangling boobs. Once we arrived, Darnell was already there with the cage he had set up in the guy’s backyard. He drove while the pet walked the beach!
My new master didn’t have a pool, but he had a small private backyard with a path to the beach.
“I’ll let you feed her!” Darnell said while leaving. “I don’t need to see your tool again!”
And that is when I really became a naked, sperm-eating pet! Finally.
As soon as Darnell was gone, my new master went to work on my butthole like there was no tomorrow, slapping my ass with half the trusts and pulling on my hair for the other ones. He enjoyed himself so much that he ejaculated inside of me.
“Oh, well!” he announced. “No candy for you tonight! You’ll get skinnier! But wait, clean it!”
He placed his cock in my face, and I licked it all clean like the good slut I am.
The conversations are recalled from memory, so they may not be 100% accurate, but the gist is there.
That is not the only way my life as a pet became more difficult. He also kept the cage outside! Thank god I live in South Florida and love it when rain caresses my naked body! I do. And besides, it didn’t rain that often, and when it did, it was for 15 minutes or so.
On cold nights (relatively speaking, for South Florida), he threw a couple of additional blankets in the cage, and I made sure not to wet them.
The routine was similar to what Madison and Darnell had done with me during the first few days — just more brutal! Besides sleeping outside, that guy had an active libido, and he sure took literally that he could do anything he wanted with any of my holes for the whole month.
Most of the time, he stepped outside in the morning, seemingly before breakfast, and had me provide him with a blow job. Then, at night, he would bang my ass before serving me sperm on a plate and wanting to see me lick it.
Of course, I was also getting sperm from blow jobs, but he particularly enjoyed seeing me lick his sperm off a plate like a cat. He didn’t offer me any crackers all month, and I was fine. No nausea. It was proof I was a spermivore. And he slapped my ass cheeks pretty much every time he walked by me.
When he watched television, he insisted I be wrapped at his feet.
And then… For the kicker (literally)… He had friends over!
I lost track of time. He never mentioned days in front of me. I didn’t know which day of the week it was, and eventually, I didn’t know how long I had been a pet.
My brain became mushy. At first, my neurons worked in overdrive. For instance, I was thinking of you guys and how many of you would masturbate on my sex report about this month-long challenge. I thought about my clients and wondered if my friend in LA was taking care of them properly. I laughed internally when reviewing what brought me to that point in my life. That kind of stuff!
But that all went away gradually. I would get out of the cage when he opened the door, go back in when he wanted me to, submissively take it up the ass whenever he felt like “giving it” to the blonde, clean the rod whenever he placed it in front of me, licked sperm off the plate whenever he fed me… It became mechanical. I just reacted without thinking.
And, as I said, I had no idea which day of the month it was. At first, I counted the days since my goal was to do it for a whole month, but eventually, as my actions became robotic, it was like… I don’t know… As if I were to be a pet for the rest of my life. I was a naked “thing” for that man, and that was it. After that, I wasn’t really thinking about the end of it anymore.
I had gone through all the intellectual discussions I could have with myself in my head. So it was as if I turned my brain off at that point. I became a real boobs-bouncing brainless pet with a daily routine around making its master happy.
I guess I am really comfortable being a submissive sex thing.
Oh, and the friends! They came a few times, and to be honest, I am not sure how many times, but at least three times, so I am guessing probably once per weekend.
I have a better recollection of the first time. He took joy in describing my role as a pet. He showed them how my neck grew like the body of a snake when he pushed the giant dildo down. On those days, I “practiced” deep-throating more than once, and it wasn’t timed. It was for show. My bulging neck was entertainment to a group of men. Some of them… Wait! All of them touched the bulge on my neck, making it even harder to keep the dildo in.
And, of course, gorillas be gorillas… After a few hours of drinking beer, slapping my ass, and shoveling a dildo down my throat, the pants were dropped, and cocks found their way inside me. I had at least three cocks simultaneously in me at one point each time his friends came over.
I liked it. It was a “bonus” on top of being a sperm-eating pet.
I love being the center of attention, as you know. And I am always ecstatic when I am the only female in a room, especially when I am naked, and the guys are all dressed. There is something to it. I can feel their eyes on my lower abdomen going down and trying to find pubic hair on my bald vulva. I can even feel them pinching my tits with their eyes! Clearly, I have been designed to be a naked piece of furniture.
Talking of naked tits, whenever his friends came over, they took turns “walking the pet.” The most popular walk was having me trotting like a horse in his backyard. For them, it was the most exciting view of my dangling tits flip-flopping around.
So everything became mushy in my head over time. I simply did what was expected of me. Even my curiosity disappeared. For instance, during the first week, Madison announced out loud how long I had held Darnell’s cock down my throat, but my new master did not.
He timed it and wrote it down on his smartphone but never told me. At first, it was killing me more than anything else anybody did to my body. I wanted to last longer, but I didn’t know if I was making progress. And eventually… I stopped wondering.
The giant dildo down my throat became part of my regular daily routine, just like walking around on all-fours in the nude and crawling to the feet of my master when he was home.
Besides his male friends, the only other person to visit me was Madison. She came with tampons on the day before my period. I’m like clockwork on that, and she knows my schedule, I guess.
It didn’t change anything to my sex regimen because he was into using my ass and my mouth. His friends were, too.
Then a while later, one day, out of the blue, Madison showed up again. I wondered if it was my period again, not realizing that if that was the case, I had been a pet for more than a month! As I said, my brain turned mushy and stopped questioning.
It turned out it was the end of my month-long challenge. I found out later that the date was December 4th. I had spent a full four weeks at that guy’s house. Madison didn’t want me to be disappointed by having done less than a month, so I ended up doing four full weeks after the initial one at her place!
The guy handed her the leash.
“It’s done!” Madison said. “You’ve done it!”
And I stayed on all fours! I just smiled, ready to walk home on all fours. My experiment had worked! I was just a pet. A naked blonde pet.
Of course, I don’t know how it is for “normal” people. I clearly have a thing for being used and shared as a fuck toy. All I know is that on December 4th, after more than four weeks on all-fours, naked, without talking, I didn’t have an automatic urge to stand up or talk.
It was like when I was nude for a month. After about three weeks or so, from what I remember, I didn’t even think about it. I remember opening the door in the nude and wondering why the delivery guy was reacting strangely. Furthermore, it didn’t feel good when I eventually put some clothes on. My body didn’t want clothes anymore!
Madison smiled at me, she pulled on my leash, and we headed toward the beach along the private path at the back of the man’s house. Only once on the beach did I realize what the end of the month meant.
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed while standing up. And I got dizzy, my head spinning. I put a hand on Madison’s shoulder. She held me.
It reminded me of the day I stepped foot on a dock after a month of sailing. The pier was moving!
In this case, it wasn’t as extreme, but there was still something dizzying about standing up on my feet.
We both laughed. She hugged me. I asked her which date it was as we resumed walking North to her beach house. I was nude on a semi-public beach but didn’t realize it until after being home.
I can adapt to anything, even being a permanently nude sex pet, and I am proud of it. I was put on earth for sex, and I treasure it.
Madison prepared a hot bubble bath for me and joined me in the jacuzzi before pulling me to the bedroom, where she went down on me, finally giving me an orgasm after five weeks of taking cocks without any attention being offered to my needs.
“181 seconds,” she said after I had climaxed and we were spooning.
My record for holding a massive dildo down my throat was a second more than 3 minutes. Holly fuck! My heart went into overdrive. One more proof I was designed to perform well in sex acts.
“Oh my god,” I said probably a thousand times.
I was proud. Strange, maybe. I am proud of how well my body performed when used and shared as a cock-pleasuring toy. But it is what it is! I was proud.
And the changes were not all sexual. For instance, I didn’t even think about my smartphone until the end of the next day. Time didn’t have the same meaning anymore.
Oh, and I only lost four pounds. It’s not like I had much to lose! But I lived on sperm for a month with no crackers, liquid vitamins in the sperm once a week, and my birth control pill. That’s it!
I believe I am a spermivore and spermaholic. You know what… I don’t remember the last time I spent an entire week without eating sperm, and nowadays, I crave it. I need sperm like some women need a glass of wine after work.
By the way, I kept practicing deep-throating with Darnell’s big black cock quite regularly in December. It became like an addiction! I need to be used! In any case, so far, I haven’t improved on my time, but at the very least, I want to practice to keep the three minutes. Next, I want to do it for at least the same amount of time underwater. I’m a scuba diving instructor and freediver… I love the ocean. And I bet it is easier to keep a salty rod in!
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