Curious? Eat what, Mistress? Well.. whatever the fuck I give you to eat. That’s what femdom food humiliation is. I make you eat humiliating foods, in humiliating ways, and if you don’t like it, you don’t fucking eat. Got it? Let’s expound on this subject…
Femdom Food Humiliation
My first subject has no food allergies *screeching tire sound* ATTENTION! Before we delve into food play… safety first. If you want to do this do it right, and make sure you inform Mistress of any food allergies or other allergies you have. VERY IMPORTANT to avoid giving you anything that would make you sick, the same thing I would do for a pet, and since I don’t regard you as anything less than a dog, I do need to make sure I can continue to humiliate you without sending you to the ER. Onward! First subject loves having all his rights taken away, and being rewarded with privileges that most of you fuckwits take for granted. So the first privilege I took away was eating at the dinner table, and making him eat out of a dog bowl. The second? Giving him something humiliating to eat.. Tuna fish and black forest cake, with spinach.
Humiliating Food Combinations
Pretty gross huh? He had to eat the same thing, every day, for every meal, until I decided he had earned a treat. You guys have no idea – unless you’ve done calls with me – how degrading my punishments can be. Imagine having to do something like what Duchess Willow made one of her subs do: Drink hot dog water for a week for failing to eat their cum. When I finally allowed him to sit at the dinner table again, guess what he had to drink – served in a cocktail glass – to wash down his meal? Thanks Willow, for planting THAT seed! (Seriously you guys, you should hear some of the crazy things the Mistresses talked about on our Femdom vacation. I had a lot of encouragement. LOL)
Resistance Is Food-tile!
Had to… *laughs* So you know this twatknocker had the nerve to tell me he wasn’t going to eat that. Very well, but this slave also is very obedient, and cannot make a single decision that doesn’t come directly from me. So I told him he wasn’t allowed to eat then, if he couldn’t do as he was told. Straight misery style (read the book?) I told him if he wanted to eat he had the choice of eating what was served out of the dog bowl, or jerking off into his own mouth for sustenance. He whined and whimpered, until hunger kicked in, and then decided tuna fish, cake, spinach combo wasn’t so horrible. And then I still made him eat his own cum, and drink weiner water.
Ready To Rock Food Humiliation Style?
If you think you’re brave enough (and can follow directions), I would like to invite you to try the Femdom diet. Femdom Food Humiliation, that is. And what better time than THANKSGIVING! Give me a call at 1-800-601-6975 and prepare to do things your loved ones and co-workers and friends would shudder at.
FUCK OFF!!
Mistress Brighton
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Ms. Brighton. I have a severe allergy to ghost peppers. They make things come out of every orifice of my body. *takes entire stock of peppers and dumps them in Boston harber*
It’s a good thing Willow ordered another case of peppers for me while we were on vacation. *evil grin*
Ms Brighton, you are truly a gastronomic humiliatrix. I absolutely enjoyed reading your post. To all the guys out there looking to be put down…bon appetit!
Thank you sexy Cindy! It’s fun using food to troll subbies. LOL
Memory lane 😉 Best Turkey I EVER had!
You are the best little turkey fucking loser, churchmouse. 😉