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On my way home today, I stopped at Boston Market to get an order of their stuffing. By the time I got home, the stuffing was cool enough to use for Your Naughty November Assignment.
The container of stuffing was on the large side, so I scooped out a decent-sized serving into a bowl to use. I stripped down to my panties and unlocked my chastity cage.
Thinking of You looking down at me, I got on my knees and grabbed a handful of the stuffing. I grabbed Your cock with the handful of stuffing and slowly started to stroke.
As I stroked, I started repeating Your mantra:
Your boy, Mistress.
Your cock, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
It didn't take long. Soon I could feel the orgasm approaching. After being denied for ten days, I exploded into the bowl with the rest of the stuffing. I carefully scooped the stuffing from Your cock and my hand back into the bowl, and mixed the whole mess up.
Normally, I hesitate to eat my own cum, but I do it quickly to get it over with. It was even harder to do this way because I couldn't just gulp it down. But I grabbed a fork and started eating my treat anyway, reminding myself that what I do is for Your pleasure, and not my own.
Thank You, Mistress, for allowing me to cum and eat up all my mess.
My, what a lovely mantra to chant as you obeyed...
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