I love working with my fiend Miss X as you well know, and I love her apartment, I’ve told you this before but what I haven’t told you are the some of the reasons why I love her apartment so much (apart from the fact that Miss X is there and wherever Miss X is fun times are sure to follow), I love the space and the luxury, the colours, the bronze and warm reds at sun set, the clear blues at early, or maybe late, sun rise. Miss X has created a feeling in her apartment that ever
Miss X and the agency have a couple of new clients that have rather particular requests, I’ve run into this type of booking before and must say they are fun. I’m talking about food, specifically cream cakes and cream. Think food fights and pouring cream and you won’t be too far away. This booking was to be a little more involved, a little more fantasy fulfilment, and I was looking forward to it. The client and the Agency had agreed the scenario, one that appealed to both Miss X and I and fell right into our fields of expertise. It involved submission, domination, role-play, a hint of fetishism and food! What’s not to like….
Miss X had covered the dinning area floor with plastic sheeting and taped it down. Her dinning chairs had also been covered, both in a very subtle and unobtrusive way, these however were the only hints of what was to be happening here soon. Miss X and I changed into costume and slowly slipped into character. Miss X dressed in a maids costume, one of the shortest I’d ever seen, with fishnet stockings, simple maid style shoes and hardly any make-up. I changed into a lady boss outfit, short black skirt, black stockings quite a sheer white blouse, black stilettos and slightly severe make-up with my favourite shade of strong red lipstick.
As arranged the large round glass dinning-table was laid with nothing but a bottle of wine chilling on ice and two long stem wine glasses. The client arrived and once customary exchanges made we moved straight to the dinning area. Miss X moved to her place in the corner ankles and toes together, hands held together and resting at her crotch with head bowed. The client is a fan of Japanese cartoons and Miss
Mr A ordered Miss X to pour the drinks this she did while flashing her pert little bottom and spilling a few drops for which I reprimanded her. This was repeated a few minutes later this time with Mr A delivering the reprimand when Miss X spilt a few drops on the glass table, Miss X appeared ashamed, apologised and moved back each time to her station in the corner, few feet from the table. We began to order plates, nothing more just plates,
They arrived with a wonderful bend over the table as Miss X stretched and began to arrange them, each other one rolling from the plate in the centre of the table. Mr A and I were shocked and I took charge. Taking a little fluffy creamy cake in hand and moving behind and to the side of Miss X I gave her a slap on the arse with the cream cake. It splatted wonderfully. Miss X complained and pleaded delightfully, Mr A’s eyes sparkled at the sight before him, I continued to scold Miss X about her terrible service and slowly took another little cream cake. Splat! On the other cheek! I made an excuse to leave the room, going to wash my hands I think and quickly changed into my other costume. I re-entered the room and discovered Mr A licking the cake from Miss X’s pert bottom. “Well well it looks like I have two victims for the evening”. Dressed in my red PVC catsuit shinny stilettos, whip in hand they both turned on que. The games began in earnest!
Mr A was my victim as I made him throw and smear cream and cake over Miss X and then lick some of it off, this culminated in my making him order Miss X