Cake: A Femdom Erotica Story

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I call Theo from the car. “Is it on yet?”

“I didn’t know you wanted me to wear it!”

We’ve been navigating our way into chastity. He isn’t fully locked down, and I admit sometimes I forget to tell him when to put his cage on and take it off. I’m a lazy domme sometimes.

“Yes. Yes! Quickly now. Put it on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I hear him rustling around in the background. “I’ll have to put the phone down, ma’am. My hands get all slippery from the lube I need.”

“It’s okay, pet. I’ll meet you at the front door.” I turn off my car’s Bluetooth phone and glance over at the paper bag on the passenger’s seat and grin.

At Theo’s door, I ring the bell, and he answers immediately. He’s naked, except for his metal cock cage. It’s a bird cage. I chose it so I can tease him and touch his cock and watch it try to swell through the bars.

“I could have been anyone,” I say to him, as I step into his house and hand him the paper bag.

“I knew it was you. I could see your car.”

“Still. You can’t be too careful. There could be crazy cougars on the loose just waiting to pounce on unsuspecting young men.” I kiss him hard on the lips and give his cage a tug. “Like me.”

Theo moans.

Our age gap isn’t horrifically wide, but I met him while I was teaching college and he was a graduate student. Not mine, which made things a lot less complicated.

“What’s in the bag, Theo?”

“I don’t know, ma’am,” He grins. “What’s in the bag?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.”

I’m getting very excited now. I love surprises, and I love that moment right before someone discovers the surprise. I always want to rush it, and then I ruin it. So, I just wait.

Theo puts the bag down in the kitchen counter and reaches inside. He pulls out a plastic container.

“Cheesecake! Thank you ma’am!”

It’s his favorite. New York style cheesecake with strawberry glazed topping.

“I’ll have it for dessert tonight.” He moves to put the cake in the fridge, but I stop him, using my body to block his way. The fabric of my skirt brushes against his nakedness and he moans a little.

“No, my pet.” I hold his cock over its cage and he gasps. “I’ll have YOU for dessert. Right now.”

Now, let me tell you something about Theo.

Theo loves cheesecake.

But Theo also hates getting messy.

He is fastidious to the point of annoyance. His house is spotless. He cleans daily. If I put down a coffee mug on the counter, he wipes the ring after I pick it up. His clothes are always neatly pressed, organized in the closet by color on matching hangers. His towels are each evenly folded. He uses only hand soap in bottles to avoid any soap scum in his tub. He is always clean shaven yet there are never any stray hairs by the sink. His hair is always groomed.

Honestly, I like this about Theo. Sometimes he cleans my house too, and he does a better job than the cleaning service I employ. I like that he is always well groomed. He shaves his pubic hair too, which makes some things much more…sensitive…and also easy to access.

But, I’m sadistic.

Just a little.

I like pushing buttons.

And this button has just been begging to be pushed since our first date when he asked me take off my shoes before entering his house. They were very pretty heels, and I’d picked them out just to arouse him.

So today I’m going to push the button.

I’ve still got my hand over Theo’s cage. I can feel the flesh of his cock straining through the bars. He’s breathing heavily.

“Oh, ma’am.” He’s gazing at me. I love how he gazes at me.

I take the container of cheesecake out of his hand.

“I want you to go into your bedroom, strip everything but the bottom sheet off the bed and lie down on your bed, face up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, as I relax my grip. He goes trotting off up the stairs, and I call after him.

“Throw the sheets on the floor.”

I hear him stop. “Throw them?” He sounds pained. “On the floor?”

“Yes. On the floor. Right on the floor, Theo.”

He sighs loudly, and I shiver. Oh, this is going to be fun.

I give him a moment, and then I follow with the cheesecake, up the stairs of his small, clean house to his bedroom, where he has indeed laid the coverlet and top sheet of his bed on the floor of his room. Thrown might be an overstatement, but that’s okay. There’s a lot more fun to be had.

Theo is on his bed, as requested. He is lying face up, totally naked aside from his cock cage. I see a drop of moisture on the head of it, just hanging there. He is beautiful to me. I love that he’s mine. And yet there’s something inside of me that wants to hurt him a little too—to dirty that fastidious nature up.

I strip quickly, efficiently. I’m eager to get to it. I don’t hang my clothes up. I make sure Theo sees that they are lying on the floor, haphazardly.

Theo has bondage straps under his bed, and I take our usual cuffs out of his bedside drawer and quickly clip him into place, spread-eagled on the bed. All the while he’s just following me with his eyes. Waiting. He trusts me.

Then I get on the bed with him. Next to him.

I bring the cheesecake.

“Cheesecake in bed?” He seems a little nervous.

I open the container. “Yes. Why?”

“I just don’t eat in bed,” he says, weakly.

“I know,” I say. “But I do.”

“But…” He stops. He bites his lip.

“But?” He knows he’s not supposed to question me during playtime. He has a safe word he can use. Outside of that, it’s my game and I make the rules. I give his balls a quick, light swat, and he gasps, whimpers. The thing is I know he likes it, so it’s more funishment than anything. But it sends a signal.

I put the container of cheesecake right down on his stomach, and I reach in with my fingers.

“Would you like a fork?” he asks.

“No. I’m fine using my hands, thank you.” It is all I can do to keep myself from laughing, watching his worried face as I delve into the rich, creamy, smeary substance of the cake with my fingers

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Written by The Gentle Domme
Cargado February 25, 2021
Notes Now, let me tell you something about Theo.

Theo loves cheesecake.

But Theo also hates getting messy.

But, I’m sadistic.

Just a little.

I like pushing buttons.
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