Whipped Cream [F23/M33] [FEEDISM] [IMPACT] [FOODPLAY]

I stand by the kitchen counter in my french apron waiting for Alaric to get home. The french maid apron is short, black and white and paired with my white lace stockings, and black kitten heels. The air is filled with the scent of sugar and graham crackers. I’ve finally completed it: my brown butter and buttercream cheesecake. I top it off with whipped cream to seal its perfection. It’s massive and definitely more than a married couple can eat in one sitting. I got carried away with the portions, but cheesecake is my favorite dessert. I can’t help but to eat while waiting. A half hour goes by and I devour lush, creamy cheesecake. I’m proud of my creation, but I can’t eat it all before sharing it. I put the tip of the whip cream canister into my mouth, consuming as much whipped cream as possible before hearing Alaric arrive promptly at 6:00 pm.


I greet him at the door,
“Welcome home, darling!” I eagerly say. He looks at me, studying my body as he leans forward and licks my left cheek slowly.
“What have you been up to, Gi?” he questions. “Your face is covered in whipped cream.”
“I’m glad you asked! Come to my lair...” I reply, pulling his arms to the kitchen. He puts his stuff down and inspects the cheesecake.
“You ate a quarter of this without me.”
I turned the cake’s missing chunk from his viewsight.
What can I say… I’m a greedy girl, I say softly.
He looks at me intensely with lust seeping into the air. He grabs the kitchen chair and harshly sits me down. This sudden reaction to my greed makes me feel on edge and shameful about how much I’ve eaten. He unties his tie and blindfolds me with it. I’m left with the smell of sugar, the taste of buttery cream, and the sounds of a knife slicing against a plate.


He brings a piece of cheesecake to my face and demands
“Eat it.”
I eat a slice from a fork and drown in the overwhelming pleasure. The taste makes the guilt of the overload of sugar worth every gram. The permission of indulgence and gluttony makes this all the more fulfilling. He begins feeding me slice after slice. My stomach begins to bulge and my jaw begins to tire. The feeding becomes forceful and harsh. I try my best to keep up with the pace of neverending cake. He finally abandons the fork and feeds me by hand, stuffing the cake into my mouth. I lick his fingers and continue to eat each slice until I feel full of sweetness. Each slice fills me more and more until I stop eating so fast. There is a slight pause from the influx of cake and then a sharp whip to my leg with his leather belt. I gasp and quickly feel fingers in my mouth.


“Don’t stop” he commands. I don't know whether it’s encouraging or worrisome. How many slices were left? How much cheesecake could I stand to take before being whipped again? Is the whip really so bad… I take three more handfuls of sugary cake before letting up again. I’m met with three strikes to both legs that leave me trembling. The pain is excruciatingly pleasurable coupled with the endless mounds of sugar and tangy cream cheese left on my tastebuds. It feels like an eternity goes by and I can barely open my mouth. He props it open and feeds me a slice that I slowly chew. I anticipate a whip to my leg, but instead there’s a sweet kiss that brings me back to life. He unties my blindfold and I relax in my chair, worn out from the experience. He kisses my left cheek and grabs a fork from the kitchen counter. He takes a chunk from the final slice of cheesecake and his face lights up.
“This is good! Well done, Gi!” he exclaims. I’m the happiest girl alive, but yet I know I need a break from sugar and a long nap.