Nightmare Fluff

This angel felt the need to make Smores for dessert. I guess I was in a camping kind of mood and the thought of smoking something sweet over a fire just turned me to the subject. So here I am pulling out large fluffy marshmallow squares from the new bag when Master strolled in and took one out of the bag. I thought nothing of it till he shoved it to my lips.

“Eat it.”

He knows I hate marshmallows plain. If they don’t have chocolate on them or I eat to many they make me gag. I stared at him almost pleading not to make me eat it.

“N-ow my little angel. I want it all gone so open up.”

I slowly parted my lips to let him feed it to me. It immediately made my stomach turn as I chewed the sticky and overly sweet fluff. I wanted to throw up but managed to keep it down.

“Such a good angel.”

He mocked lightly his lips pulling at the sides. He placed the gramcrackers out for me and let me fill them with the chocolate squares; then I flinched having to pull out the marshmallows, still tasting the residue in the back of my mouth.

“I’m not sure I want Smores anymore.”

I thought out loud but he only pushed me to make them even more.

“You’re going to eat a marshmallow everyday'”

He said titling my chin up enough to look him in the eyes.

“Till that bag is completely gone. Do you hear me?”

I nodded in responce.

My stomach is not happy…

Clean 

Master and I agreed that It was time for a clean slate; a healthier slate.

I am to delete my entrys on WordPress. Master will be writing new rules, punishments and rewards. I am from now on suppose to write about our journey and let the past be the past. Sure it will never be forgotten what happened between Monster and Corpse but those life events make us stronger. They do not and will not define us or our D/s relationship. Live and learn. Today we are both optimistic and excited for the future. A complete open, trustful one.