Indigo Writes Erotica: Something More Scrumptious

Hello everyone! I’ve been wanting to try my hand at writing erotica for awhile now, and I finally have the opportunity to do so, thanks to Sheets of San Francisco! I hope you enjoy my first try at a food play scene. Enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: Food Play, Sensation play with sharps (but no breaking skin), D/S dynamics

Some dry, uncooked pasta and cherry tomatoes sit on a cutting board.
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I did everything right. I had calmly opened every door as we went to the store and I happily carried the basket full of pasta and sauce. A little cheese, and a collection of spices. When we got home, they watched as I stripped off every garment and put on the apron that I was ordered to wear while I cooked.
It was a simple meal, but Sir had to make sure everything was right. So they didn’t sit at the table in the other room. Instead they pulled a stool in and sat in the kitchen. It was a tease, because I had to move around them to get out all the ingredients, giving ample opportunities to grope my ass. They held my wooden spoon, promising to correct me if I so much as measured the pasta wrong. It was a tease, but they were also keeping an eye on me.
“Oh pup, pay attention, the pasta is boiling over.”
I quickly turned down the burner and stepped away from the stove. I closed my eye and felt the sting of the spoon before I heard it.
“I’m sorry sir.”
“That’s okay, pup. I’m sure it was an accident. I just don’t want you to be so careless with my dinner. Or my dessert.”
They bit my ear and gently rubbed where the spoon had landed, reassuring me that it was all okay, that I was still within their power. I sighed and tried to grab the pot of pasta. It was time to drain it. But they stopped me and poured it themself.
“I do not want my pup to burn themself for my sake. I have to keep your skin as healthy as possible, so I can enjoy my dinner plate. I’ll finish this up, it’s time for my plate to be washed.”
They quickly patted my head and gave me a kiss. I could see their cock beginning to harden already, and I was proud that I put on a good show. I went to the bathroom and began to shower. I had to be extra careful this time because I wasn’t just getting clean for myself. I was getting clean for a dinner guest.
It took about 30 minutes for a thorough wash. I was enjoying how the water felt, but I knew that Sir would not want me to dawdle too long. Teasing was one thing, but waiting was another. I toweled off and left the bathroom, not bothering to put on a robe. Earlier that day, we had already placed waterproof sheets on the bed and laid out a few toys for the scene.
Sir was already waiting near the bed.
“Good work. I’m thinking that perhaps I should call you something other than pup today, since it’s such a special occasion. I was thinking Cupcake. It makes sense, because you’re going to be my dessert today.”
I shivered under their touch and feeling their words over my body. I was already being fucked in their imagination.
“Come on, Cupcake. Lay down on your stomach, and I want you to look at this chair here.”
The dining table chair had been moved over to our sleeping area and I laid down, with my head to the right. It would give me a good view if I strained my neck a little. But I stayed still for now, because Sir did not give me permission to look. They had already taken off their shirt, and I could see their breasts moving as they brought over a few pieces of cheese and sat down.
Some brown bread and a wedge of swiss cheese sit on a cutting board. It's a top view of this.
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“Cupcake, I’m going to make you a deal. I’ll place one piece here.”
I felt a slice rest on my neck, touching the base of my skull and the crook where my shoulders met my neck. If I moved even a little, it would fall. I knew immediately what was going to happen.
“If that piece falls, I will have to punish you. It would be a shame, since I was so nice to have this appetizer while the pasta cools.”
I smiled and kept myself still as they places more pieces onto my shoulders. This is where the appetizer area was. I saw them sit down, spreading their legs just a little. I had one glimpse of their erection before I felt a cold piece of metal against my spine. A small fork.
Sir trailed it up and down my spine a few times, teasing me with the points. I felt a pressure on my shoulder and then one piece of cheese lifted from my shoulder. I heard a gentle sigh of enjoyment and some chewing. The fork resumed it’s teasing, trailing over my shoulders and back. Occasionally, it made a pass across one cheek, and I would softly gasp.
“You’re being so good, Cupcake. Don’t ruin it yet.”
I felt one hand touch my cheek, where the spoon left a red mark. A reminder of what happens when the serving platter gets above it’s station. Another piece of cheese lifted. It was hard to tell how many were left.
“I’ve never had cheese so fresh and so delicious. I’m surprised it didn’t melt onto you because you are unbelievably hot today.”
“Thank you sir.”
I felt that pressure again, and this time it came with a little pinch. I sighed as the cheese left my shoulder.
“Sir, I think you might have pricked me.”
I used my jaw as little as possible so as to not fail at my one task. I knew sir would still expect me to be a good platter until we confirmed skin was broken.
“I’m sorry, Cupcake. There’s no blood, just some indents from the fork. Should we stop, or are you okay?”
“I’m really great, Sir. Please continue enjoying your meal.”
I smiled as one more piece of cheese disappeared. We were getting close to done with this course and I could feel it because Sir spent more time with their hands on me than with their fork on me. I felt them lean into the bed. Their tongue ran up my shoulder and I felt their teeth close around the last piece right next to my ear. They stayed there and slowly chewed and swallowed. I was surprised to notice how much that sound turned me on. I had been wet when I lay down, but now I could feel it slipping from between my labia.
“You did a great job, love. I know how wet you are right now. Since you were so good, I want to reward you. You’re going to get to come for me.”
I shivered but didn’t move. I wasn’t sure what Sir wanted, but I was sure it wasn’t for me to move. And that’s when I felt their leg on mine. I could feel one foot hook at my knee and pull my leg over, exposing my holes to them.
“How are you feeling today, Cupcake? Should I avoid anything? Any hole in particular?”
“No, Sir. My pussy is craving your attention though.”
He laughed. “Don’t tell me what to do, or you’ll end up with a punishment.”
I knew I said the right thing, and this was just a little reminder of power. Even though I was going to orgasm, I needed to be reminded it was because of Sir. And it was for Sir. Their enjoyment of me was my reward. It did not take long, either. One hand put pressure into my shoulders, and I felt the other hand trail down my back, touching my anus very briefly, and then a finger slid into my pussy. It normally took at least a little lube, but I was so wet from the appetizer, I didn’t need any today.
I let my hips slide open and moaned deeply as another finger slid in, followed by a third. I felt their thumb on my clit. How were they getting that angle? It started soft at first but with a moan, it turned into the pressure that Sir knew I liked best. It was too much already. Between being teased while cooking, the play with the cheese, and the pressure on my torso from their hand, I came fast. It wasn’t a large orgasm. It would take a bit more than a thumb for that, but Sir was pleased anyway. I could tell from their breath, and they way they dropped to their elbow as I came under them. They kissed my neck gently.
“Good job, Cupcake. Now I can finish my dinner. Close your legs so I can plate it.”
I felt a little lost after they walked away. I was clearly deep in subspace, and needing contact. They returned with two bowls and touched me. They immediately knew I was feeling lost and they place both hands on my shoulder and leaned down to me.
“I’m sorry, Cupcake. I didn’t mean to leave you so suddenly. Are you okay?”
I nodded and finally closed my legs. I felt Sir’s arms on me. The weight was grounding and I immediately stopped shaking. I was back to being the platter Sir deserved.
“I’m okay, thank you Sir. Please enjoy your meal.”
A plate of spaghetti with red meat sauce and cheese on top. There is a fork being pushed into the spaghetti.
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They planted a kiss on my head and I could briefly feel their breasts warm and soft on my back. Then they pushed away. The next weight was a cold circle of a bowl on my shoulders. And then warm pasta was set right into the small of my back. The bowl was switched out, and I felt some liquid trickle onto my sides. The spaghetti sauce. It had been made with Sir’s recipe, with their eyes watching my every move. Now, they would enjoy it off of me.
I kept very still as Sir undid their belt buckle and lowered their pants to the floor. I felt a bit more liquid trickle from my vagina. I had done such a good job that Sir’s cock was hard. I could see how they struggled, wanting to fuck me, but also wanting to torture me. I knew Sir was strong enough to resist their urge.
And then the fork was back, trailing over my skin. I felt it dig into the pasta and every noodle moved over my back. It tickled me, and teased. I felt a little sauce move out of the hollow and trail down my ass. It tickled a little, but it didn’t get far before I felt Sir’s tongue lap it up. I giggled as I felt his tongue flick over my asshole. It hadn’t gone quite that deep, but the clean up was thorough.
“Oh, fuck Cupcake. I can’t take anymore. I need your holes right now.”
“Yes sir!”
Their hand pushed the remaining dinner off of my back onto the sheet, and I felt the sauce smear over my skin. A little ran down my hip and under my belly. I felt them climb onto the bed and opened my legs. Their cock was right between my cheeks, teasing a little. I knew that they would choose my vagina because they didn’t grab a condom. Being fluid bonded only went so far. I lifted myself to my elbows, and arched my back, showing my eagerness.
“What a waste.” I barely murmured it, but Sir caught what I said.
“Oh, Cupcake, I knew you would say that. Don’t worry. After we make a mess, I’ll watch you clean it all up. In fact, here’s a bit now. Have a snack, love.”
I felt a stray pasta run up my side and over my shoulder. Their fingers pressed the pasta into my mouth and I happily sucked it in, getting a little sauce on my chin. As the last bit of noodle disappeared, I felt their cock slide into me at last. It was good to be fat and fucked at the same time.
“Oh gods, you are so hot, pup. I love your curves and your ass.”
I felt hand smear more sauce across my back and Sir leaned their full weight on me. I felt their hair hit my shoulders, and I shuddered again. The weight of their body pushed their tits against my back. They growled in my ear, which told me how much control they had given up. I was no longer their platter. I was a pup.
I growled back and felt their teeth sink into my shoulder as they thrust harder into me. I whined and lifted my ass, letting them go as deep as possible. They held their bite into my shoulder, and grunted loudly. I could feel their orgasm coming, and I was eager for them to come.
“Oh please sir, come for me.”
“You got it, pup.”
I moaned loudly as I felt them shudder above me and they came into me. They thrust hard for about 10 seconds, before slowing down and finally they collapsed into my body and I lowered myself into the bed.
“Fuck, babe. That felt amazing. Are you okay?”
“Yes, pup. Did you come?”
“No, sir. But I feel more than satisfied.”
“I’m glad. Once I recover a bit, I’m going to finish my dinner. With your help, if you like. And then I would like something more scrumptious.”
We smiled as Sir pulled a noodle off my back and lowered it, bottom first, into my mouth.

Indigo Tries Edging!

10 out of 10
This pairs nicely with a good light beer. If you’re trash like me, you use a domestic like Budweiser. But if you’re classier (god I hope so), then any light craft beer will do nicely. It has that sneaking up on you, prolonged effect. Great for a day when you have a lot of time to kill.
So first, let’s define edging for those who don’t know it! Edging is the act of pleasing your partner to the edge of an orgasm, but not to the point of orgasm. You could play this in an orgasm denial perspective, or a teasing perspective. I like both approaches and they feel very different for me! Sometimes, you physically pleasure them. Other times, you could order them to pleasure themselves or tease through text. All of these are great ways to experiment with edging!
So my first experience with edging involved me and a fantasy. Since I was still exploring, I edged myself almost to orgasm and then I stopped. However, I had nothing else to distract me, so after playing around on my phone for maybe a minute, I gave in and resumed masturbating. The orgasm was lack-luster because it lost momentum and I didn’t have enough time to gain it back. However, I was still intrigued by this idea. I’m very submissive, and it’s easy for me to love the idea of someone making me (or preventing me from) reaching orgasm. It’s jut so…out of control.
So I attempted it with my boyfriend at the time, but as it turns out, he’s a real nice guy and also got off on seeing me orgasm. So it didn’t really work. I gave up on edging for a long time. And then…I started texting a domly dude from Tinder and he asked the magic question: Are you into edging? So I gave him a rundown on my feelings, experiences and a strong “PLEASE GOD YES LET’S DO IT RIGHT NOW.” And we did.
So that night, he sent me a text. I had just gotten high and fucked myself like 6 times. I was truly out of control. And the he said “I hope it’s not too forward to ask, but I have an assignment for you. I want you to edge yourself 4 times at 10 minutes each. And then (and only then), you can have two orgasms.”
“…yes professor. :peach emoji; winking emoji:”
With my roommate on the couch downstairs, I went upstairs, grabbed my Doxy and edged myself for 10 minutes.
“One. That wasn’t so bad.” “Good.”
And then I watched an episode of the TV show my roommate and I were watching. I let her know I would need a break to edge for my new dom friend and we paused between that episode and the next.
“Two. Okay, that was tougher.” “Very good.”
One more episode. Food. Sex scene. I’m starting to feel my vulva swell easier than before. My pot is wearing off too.
“Three… Jesus this is so hard now.” “You’re doing great, kid.” “Woof.”
And because it was bedtime, I didn’t have TV to distract me. I sat down to do some work on a review. It was so hard to focus with my clit throbbing. But I said I would do it. It’s the last one, and I need at least 10 minutes between each session.
“Four. Oh my god I’m so ready to cum.” “Great job. A+. You can cum very soon.”
So I waited for 10 more cruel minutes. The clock slowed down. My work was half-assed. And then, I was finally able to crawl into bed with a vibrator and a dildo. I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t feel my legs for 20 minutes. I texted this new dom after each orgasm.
“Heck. I did it. I can’t feel my legs.” “100% completion. Great work.” “Thank you, professor.” “I’m glad I could help my student succeed in their goal.”
And at this point, we lose the thread because Indigo fucking melted into a puddle.
When I solidified again, I began to think about what I got from this kink. Well, I got what I expected. I got a great couple of orgasms. I got a really good submissive feeling. However, what I didn’t expect was a huge blossom of self-love that I experienced right after receiving the praise I was due. At first, I thought it was the praise that did it. Simple pride would be a good feeling.
This was different, though. I felt calm and at peace with my body and myself. I felt like I had meditated through physical mediums and I looked for why. As it turns out, in order to edge yourself, you have to be aware of your body. You have to learn it’s signals, and respect them. Since I’ve been going through Dialectical Behavioral Training, I recognized this as mindfulness (where my psychology geeks at?). I had listened to my body and my wants. I helped them align with my needs. As a result, I built a trust in myself just a little bit. It was more than I bargained for, but in the best way.
I immediately texted my dom about this and we de-briefed about the whole experience. What was good? What could be better? What terms felt natural? What terms felt forced? I told him about my mindfulness, but he isn’t a psychology nerd like me, so it went a little unnoticed. And instead, I texted some other sex geeks, and I got what I needed from them.
Being the type of person who wants all sides to an action, I immediately went to Twitter to ask about Edging from other folx. Specifically, I wanted some negative stories. Sometimes, when you don’t let yourself orgasm, but continue to stimulate, it can create an orgasm that is less fulfilling than if you just rush headfirst into the orgasm. Several people talked about losing orgasms completely from edging. A few folks even talked about feeling frustration or pain from edging. I want to point out that it’s important to listen to yourself. Edging may not be for you, and that is okay. I know that I can’t edge continuously for very long without experiencing frustration. I much prefer edging that lasts 10 minutes and then lets me back off. With this method, I have stronger orgasms because I feel paid attention to without being tortured. (I do love torturous play, but it is different.)
Even with all the bad parts of edging, I’m still a really big fan. I hope that my future partners will give me similar tasks, or edge me in person. Not only does it feel kinky and pleasant, but it also came with so many affirming emotions. If you enjoy teasing and being teased (which I certainly do), you may find yourself enjoying edging as well!