I was being punished.

Usually, in my line of work, that meant I was bent over something having my ass beaten with a leather implement, but in this case the punishment was subtler. I had chosen dinner with my boyfriend’s parents over attending my girlfriend’s art show…and now she was going to make me suffer for it. The torturous, delicious kind of suffering.    

The weekend after the art-show incident, Erin had initiated a sploshing scene with a mutual male friend, Derek, when we were all at her house for a play party. Sploshing — a form of erotic food play — was an Erin specialty and one of my favorites, so it quickly became clear that this was a performance intended for me.

She had begun by sitting naked on a cake and then proceeded to smear the frosting across her... Read More