Dinner & A Show

October 4, 2013 Fetish Phone SexHumiliation Phone Sex  No comments

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I have lots of subbies who compete for my attention and, when I say “compete”, I mean exactly that. My boy toys never get to just assume that they are worthy of my time. They have to prove it to me and the best way for my most pathetic losers to do that is to continually provide me with entertainment. Take Todd, for instance. He came to me the other night just begging for my attention and to be allowed to cook a fabulous dinner of my choosing for me. My first thought was to remind him that he is too pathetic to ever be worthy of that much of my attention. But then a deliciously wicked idea came to my mind and, without telling him what had suddenly made me smile, I told him that I agreed to his idea. He practically fell all over himself in gratitude and I just laughed.

The first thing I had him do was go on a grocery shopping trip to pick up the things I wanted on the menu. He went to the store and brought back everything I had instructed him to get. I patted him on the head and sent him scuttling off to the kitchen to get busy cooking the meal. When he finished preparing the food, he made several trips back and forth between the table and the kitchen. Onto the table Todd laid out a wonderfully colorful selection of vegetables and then stood there, awaiting my approval or displeasure. I smiled sweetly at him as I made a circuit around the table and him. I placed my hand gently, lovingly, on his chest and let my long fingers  trail seductively around his pecs, shoulders and back as I said to him, “That looks wonderful Todd. It all looks so fresh and delicious, don’t you think?” He stood stock still with his hands clasped firmly behind his back, like a dutiful little soldier under the keen inspection of his superior as he quietly answered, “Yes, Mistress.” As I returned to my place at the head of the table I told him, “Tonight I want a naked chef at my disposal. Strip for me.” Todd immediately began to take off his white shirt, then his pants and underwear.

I told him to pick up a carrot from the table. “Now,” I continued, “turn around and let me see that tight little ass of yours. That’s it. Now, bend over and slide the carrot inside of your ass.” He demonstrated his complete obedience by spreading his legs, putting his ass up into the air and pulling his cheeks apart before shoving the carrot up his tight little asshole. I made him swirl the carrot in his ass like it was a swizzle stick and then I had him pump that hard orange shaft in and out of his brown eye before taking it out and showing the carrot to me. It was covered in ass juice and shit. I smiled sweetly at him and said, “Now, be a dear and take a nice big bite out of that carrot for me.” He begged and pleaded to not have to eat the shit stained carrot but all that did was make me laugh. “Eat it,” I repeated and, slowly but surely, he brought the carrot up too his mouth and ate it, right down to the last bite. I told him how pleased I was with him, saying, “Good! Very good! Now get yourself a nice piece of chicken and take a really big bite for me.”

alanna Baked Chicken

I let him eat one chicken leg without doing anything but smile at him. Then I had him get another piece of chicken and this time I had him spread his ass cheeks open and rub the bbq covered meat up and down the length of his ass slit. I gave him a knowing smile for a long minute until realization dawned on him and he knew what he had to do. He actually began to cry as he brought the filthy meat up to his quivering lips, opened wide and began to choke it down. He looked surprised when I told him to take a drink of the bottle of water that was waiting on the table. He gratefully guzzled it down. “Now, we mustn’t forget dessert,” I said as I gestured toward the popsicle that sat in front of him.

alanna Ice Pop

I had him use the tip of the popsicle to roll around his nipples before shoving it up his ass to melt inside of him. Once the popsicle began to melt, I made my favorite little ass muncher get a glass and use it to catch all of the liquid that was dripping out of his ass hole. A piece of it broke off inside of his ass and I laughed with delight. Once the popsicle juice had drained out of his ass and into the cup, I told him to drink it all gone for me. He slammed the thick, nasty liquid down his throat, some of it dripping down his chin and across his chest.

alanna Bathtub
Then I made him go into the bathroom and lay down on his back inside of the tub. Once he was settled in I told him, “After all of the water you drank, not to mention the popsicle, I’m sure you must need to take a piss pretty badly now, don’t you?” He answered, “Yes, Mistress.” I smiled and said, “Good! Then, by all means, relieve yourself! And make sure you leave your mouth open. We don’t want to waste any of that liquid gold now, do we?” He begged to not have to drink his own piss, but I insisted and he relented, opening his mouth and drinking down his own golden shower. Then I left him there, wishing him a good night and thanking him for being such wonderful entertainment for the evening. If you have a fetish itch that you just have got to have scratched then give me a call and let Alluring Alanna make your filthiest dreams come true.

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