Domspeak Forums Discussions Lobby Food in play?

I've always been interested in the Domme demonstrating both her total control and my helplessness in a wide variety of ways. In many sessions I've experienced degradation as part of this display. "Challenging" food eaten with hands restrained, either from a dog dish or directly from the floor, has sometimes been part of this. Another time it was off the soles of her boots after it was ground underfoot. I've been forced to consume overripe banana in this way

I see frequent references to sploshing but i think this is slightly different as it seems to be more about smearing on the body and "forced" consumption is not always involved.

A lot of what I've experienced has often had Mistress's golden as an ingredient . Perhaps the most memorable was dry dog kibble soaked in golden overnight in the fridge to form a sort of runny gruel. A mixture of Broccoli, Cabbage and Kale boiled to mush, blitzed in a blender and served cold with a "warm golden garnish" also stands out.

Wondering if many have played this way? Does anyone have favourite "slave slop" recipes?

Never have been as imaginative or brave as you are. Mistress did have me drink water out of a bowel on the floor as if I was a dog, licked whipped cream off of her once and finally got around to sipping her GS - when allowed - when Mistress showers me.

I'd love to do a real "junglebeast" / Amazon Woman scene with the Mistress and me in costume, eating rotisserie chicken with our hands, grunting and groaning like two beasts. When we were done, hands and face messy from the meal we should argue and Mistress should wrestle me as punishment for eating too much chicken. LOL!

If it involves lasagna, I'm in. It doesn't matter how, who or when.

LOL!!! I agree!

Last year for my fetish family's Friendsgiving, the host did the main course and everyone else brought sides. On the required list was a slave and a dog bowl. There was no explanation. This is how the winvitation went out. The slaves served our dinner. After dessert was served, the owners were asked to put their scraps in their slave's bowls and place them at their feet. The owners chatted casually as the slaves ate by our feet, being ignored. The host of the party put it off brilliantly. My subbie girl still can't stop talking about it. Next year, it is on me to host. That will be a hard act to follow.

That sounds like fun!