I Is For Icecream

icecream served up across a body with the words "Sirs property written diagonally across breasts and tummy.

It’sĀ prompt week for Sinful Sunday and this month it is the letter I. With the heatwave we were having my mind leapt to icecream.

Not one of my wisest thoughts as food has always been a hard limit. Even before I knew what hard limits were! The feeling of a banana smushing inside me is one I’ll never be able to erase form my memory. The degrading comments after, the shame and humiliation. Feelings I didn’t understand or desire way back in my early days as a sexual being. (Though I love humiliation now.)

However, I always enjoy pushing my boundaries and with a special task to complete this wasn’t the time to shy away from my aversion to food play. And if I was ever to move past the feelings of degradation then playing with those boundaries in the comfort of my own kitchen is the place to do it.

The hot, June day was almost over, and the day at the beach was behind me. While drawing a bath I turned myself into a bowl of icecream.

I can’t say it’s my favourite thing, but I also can’t say it will never happen again. Watch this space…

Sinful Sunday
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16 comments

    1. Thank you K. I need to remember this comment if/when I’m in this position again. N xxx

    1. The prompt was overshadowed by a desire to please Sir. I don’t think I would have were it not for him. But it turned out not to be as bad as I remembered, and i had a week of stretching myself šŸ˜‰

  1. The cold would have put me off doing this…. I hate cold, although maybe eating the icecream afterwards would have been a nice reward

    Molly

    1. I must admit the ice cream went back in the freezer. I’m trying to work up the courage to eat it! I’m sure there are better ways of eating ice cream. Although, if I ever have my own toy who enjoys this then… who knows?

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