Your Seat, Milady (4)
Posted on November 11, 2011[Continued from "Your Seat, Milady (3)."]
I still had not felt the satisfaction of cake and frosting squishing between my ass cheeks. The Viking thought it’d be more likely to be squishy if the cake was cut so he grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Seeing the Viking standing naked with a large chef’s knife in his hand, I again thought of “Dexter.” The Viking didn’t cut me at all, but he hacked at the cake in a decidedly un-Dexter-like fashion; it looked like the victim of a crazed killer, not a calm and calculating one.
I sat in the pile of cake. It was definitely squishier; I could feel it between my ass cheeks. What fun! It was an unusual sensation that would normally be associated with something disgusting but it wasn’t at all.
It’s fair to say that the Viking’s favorite part was when he got on his knees and ate cake and frosting from betwixt my ass cheeks. He already liked to eat my ass so how could cake and frosting do anything but make it even better?
Then it was time to clean up. The cake was perfectly good except for its appearance. Obviously the Viking had no qualms about eating cake in which I had sat, and it would be downright silly for me to avoid it for that reason, so we smashed it into a container and put it in the fridge. The Viking brought a towel so I could get cake off my feet before making the journey from the safety of the plastic tarp to the bathroom to shower for the second time in less than an hour.
We both tried really hard not to touch anything but after our showers there was cake on our bedroom floor, on the bathroom door jamb, and on the bathroom counter. The bathtub still had big chunks of cake matter that didn’t fit down the drain.
Because the Viking had planned so well, it was easy to gather the plastic sheeting and get rid of most of the mess. In a short time our living room had gone from looking like the scene of a cake murder to a place suitable for entertaining guests.
We both had a lot of fun and decided we’d definitely do it again, but with something squishier. We’re still not sure who came up with the idea of chocolate cream pie, but that’s what the Viking decided to make for our next session.
Of course we thought all the thoughts you’re thinking about what it would look like if I sat in something chocolate. We did, and we decided that it would be ok since we would both know the runny brown stuff on my ass was not, in fact, shit.
Unlike the cake sitting, which was a surprise to me, we both planned the pie sitting. The Viking looked up recipes and settled on one that would utilize cocoa powder he claimed was really good because it was Canadian. (Aren’t Canadians silly?) I bought the recipe’s remaining items on my next trip to the grocery store. Together we popped into our local hardware store for some plastic sheeting.
The Viking made the chocolate cream pie with a graham cracker crust and put it in the refrigerator. We hadn’t planned a specific day for our second sploshing session so there in the refrigerator sat the pie for a week. More than once I saw the pie and wanted a piece but didn’t because I knew it was reserved for sitting.
To be continued ….
I swear. True story.
Categories: True Story.
