The ride home was unadventurous considering I had my dress above my waist, my legs spread, showing my cunt and the written word cunt three times, I was wondering what he had in the bags from the sex shop. Apart from some sexy underwear he had seen most of my more adventurous things, my butt plug, collar and chain leash.
"What have you got for dessert?" I asked.
"It's chocolate based, you will like it. I'm not saying any more." he squeezed my leg.
"Will I be eating it or wearing it?"
"Maybe you will have a choice, maybe not," he laughed.
Arriving home we carried the bags in, me with my dress around my waist, my face blood red. I don't think I was seen. I tried to have a sneaky peek in his bag but all I saw was some material. Underwear, costume, I'll find out soon enough.
"Before we have a look in the bags I will prepare our dessert," he said.
"Can you remember where the kitchen is?" I asked with a giggle. Perhaps not a good idea but I don't think he has been in there since I lost the poker game and have to do his bidding for two weeks.
"I think I can find it," before he went into the kitchen he came across to me, held me by my still bare arse and kissed me. Shivers went through me. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed every inch of my body I could into him.
Eventually he pulled away. My heart was pounding, he had that look of lust in his eyes. He removed the leash, lifted my arms and pulled the dress off. Standing with my hands by my side I watched him. I was wearing my new collar, stockings and shoes as well as the Sharpie script.
"Beautiful," he said. "Don't move." He went to his bags and brought out some silly, pink fluffy handcuffs. He fastened my hands behind my back. He bent me forward and gently removed the butt plug. It was good to have it out but did leave me with a strange empty feeling. " Don't move until I say so." He went into the kitchen.
It's daft I know these toy handcuffs can be broken out of I'm sure but I felt so vulnerable. Of all the situations I have been in lately this made me feel defenceless and exposed. My pussy was ready and sending signals to the rest of my body.
He returned, naked, with two large bowls, the ones we normally use for pasta rather than dessert. He put them on the dining table, only one had a spoon. "Chocolate pudding with chocolate sauce and fresh cream. He moved me forward.
"I haven't got a spoon," I informed him.
"What good would a spoon be when your hands are fastened behind your back, stupid girl, now get your face in it, I expect you to lick the bowl clean." He manoeuvred me so I was standing facing the table. He slapped my arse and pushed my face into the dish.
I pulled my face out of the mainly chocolate sauce and cream. My face must have been covered. He was laughing at me, "Beautiful," he said while spooning some dessert in his mouth. "Have some more."
Fuck you, I thought as I stuck my face in and started lapping. Not that it mattered but it was quite nice although rather sweet.
He lifted my head out of the bowl, and pushed my mouth onto his cock. I can't do the deep throat thing but I took as much as I could doing my best to wipe the chocolate on my face onto him. On to his pubic hair, why do I go to the trouble of having a beautiful smooth mound? Why should I have to put up with his hairy balls?
He lifted me off his cock and pushed me back across the table where he had carefully moved the bowls so that my tits were in one each. With a hand on my back he moved behind me then gripped the bowls and pulled me back onto him while holding the two bowls over my tits.
Standing like this had one major advantage; my cuffed hands were pressing against his sticky balls. He jiggled the bowls about so that they started dripping down my body. He put one bowl on the table and one on my head!
What a mess, chocolate sauce was running down my face, standing back he smiled at me. "Beautiful," he said as he moved behind me to unlock the handcuffs. "Lie on the rug." I did. In a flash he was on top of filling me with sweet kisses, too sweet really.
Moving down to my tit he started licking the chocolate. "You lick the other one," he told me. I lifted my tit and licked my nipple and around it. Chris moved down to my belly button, tonguing chocolate out.
Keep going I thought, my pussy is very chocolatey. He read my mind and was soon at my cunt. His tongue went in. "That's nice, a bit of savoury after all that sweet," he said, digging further in. I released my tit and arched my back, thrusting my cunt to him.
"Oh god, fuck me please, yessssssssss." I screamed. "Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!" His cock was in me, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my chocolate covered hair. As he pounded into me he brought his hands over my face totally covering it in chocolate.
I sucked his fingers, making it look as though I was sucking his cock. He rolled off me and as we lay side by side he started giggling which was infectious and we ended up laughing. "I think we should have a shower," he said stating the obvious,
As we walked to the shower Chris stopped and poured two whiskies, I looked back at the rug and wondered how I was going to get the chocolate off it. We sipped the whisky on the way to the shower. "When we are in the shower if you get on your knees I'll wash your hair," he suggested. On my knees so he could wash my hair? Pull the other one.
So here I am, kneeling with his soft cock in my mouth along with soap and chocolate which was dripping from my hair. I had my eyes closed as the soap washed down my face. Using a flannel I washed his balls and surrounds.
He pulled me up and washed my tits with a big sponge initially then a loofah to get the Sharpie off my nipples, bloody hurt. He has the water much hotter than I do and I could feel myself feeling faint. I gradually sunk to the floor. I woke up sitting on the toilet, with the lid down and Chris mopping my brow with a cold flannel.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes, give me a drink." He handed me a whisky, not what I meant but I knew that I was fine, so I drank it. "I need to finish my shower."
"Yes," he picked me up and took me back in the shower. When he was sure I was able to stand he started washing me all over. He dried me as if I was a china doll. Back in the bedroom he helped me dry and brush my hair, made some hot chocolate and we went to bed, to sleep.
As I lay there I had several things on my mind; what the hell would my hair look like in the morning. It was good of him to dry and brush it, but how will it look? Hairdressing is not his forte. Next was something that had been troubling me for a while; my bruised, inflamed cunt was sore enough now and any more abuse or even a slow fuck would be agony.
Chris was working tomorrow, perhaps just a blow job in the morning otherwise I would have to refuse him for the first time since the poker game. I did have the butt plug in for some time which would give an alternative but not this soon.
I wonder how I would have felt if he had wanted me to come out of the changing room wearing those revealing costumes. Those men would have seen cunt written on my legs. Would I have obeyed him? By the way my cunt is juicing up at the thought of it I probably would.
