It’s no surprise if you’ve done calls with me, that I am a sadist who enjoys hurting men and making them humiliate themselves for my pleasure. With that in mind, enjoy this sploshing escape room story where BDSM meets food fetish, good luck getting out!
Sploshing Escape Room – BDSM Meets Food Fetish
Merv woke up to the sound of squelching noises, obscene wet sounds that resembled something wet and messy being mixed and churned. He could smell the aroma of fresh baked pastries and desserts, and immediately his stomach started growling. When he sat up and saw the sight in front of him, his heart dropped into his stomach. He looked down, panicking, to find he was laying on what looked like a bed of macaroons and various assorted glazed and frosted donuts. But what was directly in front of him, was a man coccooned in what looked like whipped cream, with a cherry on top of his head. He was bound with his arms above his head, and his legs spread out. But his entire body was covered in a very sticky, creamy substance.
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Welcome To The Sploshing Escape Room
The overhead speakers in the escape room came to life. “You have been chosen..” the message began, “you have 24 hours to complete your tasks, and make it out of Haunted Femdom Mansion. If you fail to make it out in the allotted time, you will be trapped here forever. Please follow the signs and make your way to your first task. GOOD LUCK and may the sploshing fairy grant you safe passage.” At the end of the recording, a loud ticking echoed through the room. Looking up, merv spotted the digital timer: 23:00:47 hours remaining. Merv was confused, chosen for what?! He thought allowed, and the man trapped in the sticky cream moaned. “It’s rigged,” he gurgled. “The slower your pace, the faster time moves…. read the signs, she will try to trick yo- UUUURRAGLAGDDAFHDFFHFHFH.”
Sploshing Escape Room Transformation
With a horror stricken face, merv watched as the sticky whipped cream began bubbling and spreading over the victims mouth, more squelching and gurgling sounds and then, the man’s body slid down the wall, suddenly free from his confines, and with a loud PLOP, his body transformed into a giant blob of sugary whipped cream on the floor. Merv looked at the clock again, 22:22:56. He couldn’t believe his eyes. In the time he sat on the bed of confections, and watched the stranger be dissolved by whipped cream, more than 30 minutes had gone by. That didn’t seem right – merv thought – there’s no way that clock is…. Merv jumped to his feet, macaroons and donuts sticking to the back of his clothes. His feet squished in a sticky, slippery substance that coated the floor. He found it difficult to walk on the sticky floor, but he made it to the double doors and swung them open. Taking a step into the hallway, merv was greeted with a loud snap, as something whipped across his back from behind. He yelped, turning around to see no one behind him. Suddenly there was a cool breeze across his bare back… BARE BACK??? Looking down, whatever whipped him, had torn his clothing to shreds, and he now stood in the hallway naked except for his shoes.
The First Sign – Read Carefully
“If you fail to follow directions, time speeds up.” The message said. “To your left, there is a door. Open it, and prepare for punishment.” Punishment? Merv moved with heavy sticky feet toward the door and opened it. There was a large spanking machine in the femdom dungeon room, the surface shimmering in the light. Merv looked around for any other signs of what he should do. The machine was designed to be sat in, with foot and arm restraints that snapped into place as soon as he sat down. “Do you consent?” a voice spoke. Merv saw no one and stammered… “uhhhhh.” “Do you consent?” the voice said again. Realizing he’d be penalized for dallying, merv nodded and spoke out loud, “yes.” A whirring clanking as the machine came to life, and gave him his first hard slap to his bare bottom. Captured and controlled, merv was helpless to his punishment. Screaming, another whack. The machine turned around with him inside it, and he found himself facing…. a woman, covered in dripping gooey strawberry jam, her long hair wet and clinging to her slender body. The woman smiled at him, and the spanking suddenly halted. It wasn’t so much her smile that unnerved him. I was the way her mouth contorted into a wide cheshire like grin, revealing razor sharp teeth. “How can I make you more comfortable?” she asked.
Trick? Or Treat?
Unsure of how to respond, merv paused again, “um… I… I’m really sorry I need to complete the task? I don’t see any other signs. Can you help me?” Cocking her head to the side, the strawberry jam covered maiden blinked, and spoke again. “How can I make you more comfortable?” She took a step forward, her reddish green eyes catching the light. “Uh… I uh…. I…. would like a handjob” merv blurted. Moving faster than he could register, she was on her knees before him. “Hand….. job?” she asked, reaching up and squeezing his cock and balls. Squirming but unable to escape, merv cried out as the squeezing got tighter. “Uhhhhh oowwww please I’m sorry, please let go of my….” He was momentarily stunned when her long, serpent like tongue shot out of her mouth, licking the side of his face. “Not yours,” she said, squeezing and milking his cock and balls. “I’m sorry, not mine, but can you please be more gentle?” he begged, his voice raising an octave.
Clock Watch Tick Tock
Those flashing eyes watching as she milked him, faster and faster. Even though her grip was excruciating, merve found himself succumbing to her strokes. His body shuddered and quaked as she spilled his seed onto the chocolate syrup covered floor. Releasing her grip, the smile faded and she growled at him. Within a blink, she was gone, the machine unlocked, and merv stood, looking down to find his body covered in syrups, his ass and netherregion sore and tender. Then he looked up and saw the clock: 12:99:456. Now that doesn’t make any sense, but merv was at least smart enough to realize whatever this place was, he needed to get moving if he wanted to get out of this Femdom escape room in time.
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Time Speeds Up
Limping back into the hallway, he heard the ticking get louder. Moving as fast as he could, merv went from room to room, reading the signs, his body sore and sticky from every torment he endured, until finally, he reached the foot of the steps. And saw the light at the front door. The clock read 01:28:55. Walking as fast as he could, merv reached for the door handle, and then shrieked pulling his hand back. The door handle glowed red. “We’re sorry, you failed to complete a task.” “WHAT??!!!” Merv screamed holding his hand, “I did everything! I answered every question! I followed the signs!” Then the faint giggling started, turning to his left and seeing the strawberry jam fairy standing there, her feral smile mocking him. “You answered incorrectly.” She stepped toward him and wrapped her cold, slender fingers around his throat. “You must never ask for comfort. You answered incorrectly. You have failed. You have 30 seconds to return to the spanking room and redeem yourself.”
Sploshing Escape Room Times Out
Jerking away from her, merv screamed, “that’s not enough time!” She laughed, and laughed, and laughed, pointing to the stairs and hissing…. “RUN.” And so merv ran, first to the doors – a mistake – watching them melt in front of him, and then back up the steps, crying and begging as he reached the spanking room. Laughter all around him, the smell of fresh baked goods and then…. the buzzer went off. “We’re sorry, you have failed to complete your tasks in time.” The warbled sound of the speakers as the voice slowed down at got deeper. The room began to fill with sticky whipped cream, swirling around merv’s feet, the lifelike substance began creeping up his legs. When merv tried to scream, his mouth was suddenly gagged with strawberry covered english muffins. So many filled his mouth that he was unable to close it. And then…. merv was nothing more than a giant, brainless, strawberry filled treat. “Mmmmmm,” the Goddess purred, nuzzling up to the squishy man candy. “Time for a snack!” Her mouth opening wider and wider, displaying thousands of rows of razor sharp teeth, as she began to devour her delicious giant strawberry jam filled man donut.
Happy April Fools!
I hope you enjoyed my demented slightly halloweenish April Fools sploshing story. It was horror movie inspired of course! Sploshing phone sex doesn’t have to be scary though. Call me for your sploshing wet and messy fantasies and let’s play! Dial 1-800-601-6975 and ask for Strawberry Goddess Brighton.
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