Cream

Cream
23rd January 2000

Most of my talents lie within the realm of realm of SM, but not all. One thing I can do is bake cakes. Not terribly SM related, you might think, but that is not always the case.

So, knowing that my lover liked chocolate, I baked a chocolate cake. I cut each of the two sponges in half , to make four, sprinkling them liberally with whiskey, then layered them, first with soft fudge ( and I mean real fudge, not fudge icing ), then butter icing, then cream, to which I'd added chocolate flakes, and finally covered the whole thing in melted chocolate, sprinkles with dark and white chocolate chips. The whole cake stood five inches high, and nine across, and definitely more of a gateaux than a cake.

Now, if she found this in the fridge, I'm damned sure she'd just sit there and eat the whole thing in one go...I had to devise a plan to ensure that this didn't happen.

It was late night, and I managed to persuade her to come with me to the bedroom, not that that took much persuading, mind; but she was delightfully accommodating, even to the point of lying back whilst I kissed her, letting my tongue run round the inside of her lips, stroking the backs of her teeth, tasting her building heat . I let my hand wander across her breasts, stroking and teasing her nipples, watching for that delicious shudder as her desire grew. I left off kissing her, and moved down her body, licking and nipping at her soft skin, rolling my tongue across her nipples, sucking and pulling them with my teeth, until the point came where she grabbed my hair and forced my head between her legs. She wasn't one to ask nicely, but then, I loved her for her forthrightness.

I moved down to do her bidding, moving my tongue through her pubic hair, stopping to pull one or two out with my teeth, before running it over her clitoris, slowly circling, then licking lightly over her labia, already damp, the sweet and salty taste making my own cunt wet. Sinking into the soft, warm folds of her flesh, I explored, my stud sliding into her as I lapped at her slowly, her writhing becoming more urgent , then insistent. I moved my hand up and stroked her cunt, sucking her clit into my mouth and pressing it against my teeth, then slipping my fingers inside her and fucking her, slowly, drawing out the moment, until her need urged me to use more force until she came, and I could catch her fluids in my mouth, her sweet scent pervading the air.

I moved up again, and let her taste herself from my lips, stroking her, and running my hands up her body and along her arms. As she closed her eyes under my caress, I took the opportunity to snap the cuff over her wrist, pre attached to the bedpost. That snapped her back out of euphoria, and I had quite a struggle to get her other wrist into the leather cuff I had ready. Though she struggled, I knew that she trusted that I would do her no harm, and also that I would pay dearly for this, when I least expected it. Once her wrists were restrained, her ankles soon followed, one with silk, the other with velvet rope, until she lay spread-eagled on the bed.

Goddess ! How she glared at me. Her anger made her more beautiful than I think I had ever seen her. I couldn't resist kissing her, though I was careful not to let her catch hold of me with her teeth; blood play was not what I had in mind. I smiled at her, as I slipped a velvet blindfold over her eyes, making sure she was comfortable before tying it off, running it across her ears to muffle her hearing too.

I spent some time just stroking her and kissing her, delighting in her soft flesh, resisting the temptation to get the knives and needles out, and allowing her to slowly relax under my caresses. Then I left her, for just a moment, to go to the kitchen, returning with a laden tray. Before doing anything else, I took advantage of her, and did something she loathed...I put my tobacco pouch on her stomach and rolled a cigarette, grinning as I did so. Lighting it, I moved close to her, and exhaled the smoke into her lungs, tasting the sweet mixture of her sex and the smoke on her lips. I trailed the ciggie down her skin. Hand rolled are no good for fire play, since they burn too cool, but I wasn't intending a heavy session, so it suited me well. Reaching across to the tray, I took some ice cubes and followed the heat trail with them, watching her skin contract under the cold sensation, and listening to the soft moans she gave.

I replaced the ice cubes in their glass, and took up the pot of cream, pouring a little into my hand to allow it to warm up to body heat. Careful not to spill it, i took up a kitchen knife; fairly blunt, but she wasn't to know that, and ran it over her skin, very lightly, just so that she knew what I held. Judging the cream to be the right temperature, I flipped the knife to its back, so that the sharp edge was away from her body, and drew it quickly and heavily across her stomach, dribbling the cream from my left hand in its wake. It had the desired effect, and she shrieked. What I knew was a quickly fading red mark and some dribbled cream, she felt was a deep cut oozing blood. I told her how much I'd always wanted to cut her and taste the blood, as I smiled to myself and lapped up the cream.

It was time to give her a break, and I cut a slice from the cake, put it on a small plate, and dribbled cream over it. Taking a forkful, I wafted it under her nose until her smile indicated that she recognised the scent, and fed it to her. The action of watching this blindfolded beauty chewing and swallowing, a drip of cream running down her chin, was erotically charged, and I grew warm and wet as I fed her the slice, piece by piece.

For myself, I used her for my own plate, placing a second slice on her stomach, and pouring a small amount of cream over the chocolate and the soft flesh beneath. She wasn't trying to stay still, and I kept laughing as she wiggled her stomach to dislodge the sticky mess, alternating between catching the lumps of chocolate as they slid off her body, and attempting to eat it before it melted entirely.

With the last mouthful, I pitied her torment, and kissed her deeply, passing across the partially consumed chocolate from my mouth to hers, wondering as I did so if I had pushed a limit. Washing up was more fun; licking her belly clean led me to the sweet taste of dessert, and the sweetness of that which she deserved. I looked up for a moment, brushing plastered hair from my face, to see her smile as she orgasmed again.

Finally came the moment I had dreaded...I had to release this reluctant slut, and escape. Well...I say 'escape' but I wouldn't be running very hard...

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