#MasturbationMonday – Spicing Things Up With Wasabi! #BDSM #FoodPlay

Masturbation Monday

 

Welcome to the sexiest place on earth… yep, you guessed it, it’s Masturbation Moanday 😉 So what’s cooking? Hmm, Japanese I believe!

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A ROUGH RIDE

A long, rectangular stretcher was carried into the room by six, naked, oiled male slaves and atop the wooden slats laid a young, lithe, Japanese girl who was bound hand and foot to the stretcher with thick, hemp rope. Technically, she was naked but in actuality, her body was clothed in a myriad of Japanese cuisine. Sushi rolls decorated her stomach; raw and brightly coloured scraps of sashimi fish were patterned over her legs and adorned with little slivers of green condiment. Fragrant noodles danced upon her arms and the air was redolent with the scent of spice, making Marianna’s mouth water. The girl was more than worthy of being a feast for the Gods and she was exquisitely adorned from head to toe. Parcels of rice, wrapped in banana leaves were stuffed between her legs and tempura prawns were arched over her breasts with an array of colourful vegetables, none of which she could put a name to. As she was lain gently down on the centre of the table, it became clear that there was even more on offer. Her mouth was stretched open and was filled with tiny, bright pink pickles and between her legs rested large cubes of pineapple, decorated with mint, coloured sugar and dribbling strawberry coulis. It was nearly impossible for Marianna to hold onto her jaw. It wanted to drop in disbelief.

“Would you like to be devoured, Marianna? We can come back next week and your body can feature as the entrée of your choice. You can keep with the Asian theme or perhaps you’d like to try something a little more traditional. We could have you trussed up like a turkey and suitably stuffed.” He raised an eyebrow at her and she thought he was teasing her, but couldn’t be absolutely certain. Finding something the size of your average tennis ball stuck in her throat, Marianna took a moment to clear it, her eyes never leaving the prostrate culinary masterpiece.

“I think I’d prefer to be sucked and nibbled, preferably in private,” she tried for an even, assertive tone but everything came out in a horrible rush. Taking a deep breath, she tried to voice the question, “Is this a usual feature to the evening?” This time she sounded rather squeaky, but she was suitably impressed that she had managed to talk at all.

“Features change from week to week, but this is a regular activity. We’ve had all sorts paraded before us. Intricate human desserts from chocolate profiteroles decorated with spun sugar to a living and breathing cream cake – and yes, it gave a whole new meaning to the words ‘squirty cream.’ Mark winked at her. “There have been exhibits for seafood platters, paella, loin of lamb with crushed apples and on occasion, simply a round of canapés and caviar. Can you guess where the caviar goes, by chance?”

Marianna was afraid that she knew exactly where it would go. As Mark ushered her forward to take one of the simple stools, she placed her simmering backside down on the cool Perspex and sighed.

“Still a bit raw?” He laughed and plunged straight back into the previous conversation. “Can you imagine a hundred, softly rounded knives dipping inside your sex and seeking to taste its nectar? A little bit of your essence being spread on the lightest and fluffiest of blinis, to be savoured by all around you?”

The tennis ball had not really moved in her throat, but Marianna found herself just about able to dislodge it when politeness was required.

“I’m not sure I can imagine that, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes focused on the attentive male slaves who were now handing out elegantly patterned bamboo chopsticks to all of the dining participants. Accepting hers gracefully, she had to resist the urge to run her fingers over the man’s superbly muscled, glossy chest. Suspecting her backside would get another pounding for such a slip, she gripped her chopsticks as firmly as she could between her trembling fingers.

“I saw that moment of temptation, my sweet.” Mark gave her a lingering, knowing smile and then nodded towards the food, giving his permission for her to begin her meal. He then focused his attention on doing the same and deftly picked up a tuna roll as if chopsticks were second nature to him. Why was she not surprised? The man had confidence oozing out of every pore in his body. It was infuriating, disturbing and, strangely, arousing. There was no question that the man beside her was in control. It wasn’t bluster or arrogance, either. He had a presence that demanded attention and respect, both in the bedroom and in the boardroom. He would be a fearsome opponent if one stupidly decided to go head-to-head with him. She was not that opponent, however. She intended to obey him to the letter. The panty incident had been enough of a warning and she suspected the mistake would be rued more than once before the night was over.

Flexing her chopsticks a couple of times to get the measure of them, she gingerly picked up a sliver of salmon from the girl’s leg. A thick dollop of green paste was dotted in a corner and she didn’t think very clearly before placing the morsel inside her mouth. Ooh, wasabi. Fire was instantly inside her mouth everywhere and her first instinct, which was to spit the offending offering out, wasn’t really an option. Oh dear God in heaven. Keeping the fish on her tongue and the wasabi, which was liberally smeared on the top of it, well away from the roof of her mouth, she sat there for a few seconds in utter panic. She couldn’t eat the thing. She hated hot food and this was hotter than most. What on earth was she going to do? Because of the damn dress, she didn’t even have a tissue she could use to whisk the unsavoury item away.

“Wasabi, or Japanese horseradish, has quite a strong flavour, does it not? It’s used by Japanese chefs because it helps preserve the flavour and kill the bacteria which can develop on raw fish. I wouldn’t hold it in your mouth too much longer, though; the fumes get rather painful after a while.” He waited for her to swallow. She looked at him helplessly. It would take the threat of a good caning in order to get her to swallow this fiery green lava.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Come here.” Pulling her head towards his mouth, he took her lips deftly in his and sucked the small sliver of fish into his mouth, where he swallowed it with little effort. Marianna’s pulse had just gone nuclear and at that point in time, she could have bitten into a bird’s eye chilli and been unaffected. His eyes bored into hers and his tongue gently traced a slick path on her bottom lip. Unlike her, he was not breathing hard.

“Lucky for you, I like hot things.” He was trying hard not to laugh. “Now may I suggest you leave the Sashimi alone and stick to the noodles or sushi.” Picking up another piece of fish, this time in a more conventional way by using his chopsticks, he guzzled more of the blistering condiment down without a moment’s unease.

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5 thoughts on “#MasturbationMonday – Spicing Things Up With Wasabi! #BDSM #FoodPlay

  1. Another reason to like sushi. I’ve always wanted to attend a feast like this but my local sushi chef keeps turning me down. Bummer. Great story. Thanks.

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