chapter 6

Sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store you rest your head on the steering wheel as you wonder how you will cope with another two and a half months of chastity probation. Your thoughts are never far from your punishment, your belt denies you any respite from the constant sexual cravings. You glance at the bottle of pills on the passenger seat as you squirm uncomfortably, your pussy lips pressed firmly against the steel crotch plate. You realize you have been restlessly gyrating your hips, trying alleviate the yearning in your loins, but the cold metal is frustratingly smooth, denying you the friction that your body craves so much.

You sigh, picking up the bottle. "Perhaps just one?" You think. If you take it now and then eat dinner it might take the edge off enough for you to get some sleep tonight. Opening the bottle you take one of the small pills in your palm, then place it in your mouth. "Here goes." You mutter as you swallow, getting out of the car and grabbing a shopping cart.

For a few minutes you don't feel any effects - you're almost done with your grocery shopping before you feel anything. You almost forget about the pill as your distracted attention is drawn to every man you see in the store, your fevered mind visualizing each one naked, imagining the feeling of his cock filling you, pounding you, satisfying you as you beg him to fuck you harder.

You shake your head, trying to clear the obsessive fantasies of sexual release from your thoughts, and realize you are in the ice cream aisle. You look at the row upon row of containers, each one promising sweet, fatty satisfaction. Caramel, cream, chocolate. You realize you are salivating, and before you know what you are doing you have taken half a dozen cartons from the refrigerated shelves and put them in your cart. Suddenly ravenous, you head for the checkout, grabbing two bottles of chocolate sauce on your way, tapping your fingers impatiently as you wait in line, almost running to your car to unload the cart.

Home at last, you close the door, placing the last shopping bag on the floor of your hallway as you bolt the door. Not waiting to put the groceries away you grab a spoon from the kitchen and rip open one of the pints of ice cream. Your apartment is warm after a day of summer heat, and you lie back on the sofa. You savor the cool sensation in your mouth as your tongue and lips work instinctively to peel the slippery ice-cream from the smooth, hard spoon.

Inhaling the sweet smell as you breathe deeply, you close your eyes, delightfully aware of every taste bud in your mouth. You feel the let-down of the salivary glands in your cheek, the slight discomfort as they open, bathing your mouth and tongue in a sweet and sticky mucous as the ice-cream melts and mixes under the delicate motion of your warm and eager tongue.

Your focus is captured by the usually unconscious action of eating as you let the tub of ice-cream rest on your sternum. You feel your lips tighten, the muscles of your tongue contracting as they force the heavenly liquid against the roof of your palate towards the back of your mouth. You notice your windpipe close for a moment, interrupting your breathing, as the muscles in your tongue contract in sequence, propelling the fluid into your esophagus. Breathing deeply once more you are aware of the cool sensation inside you, moving down towards your stomach. You let out a contented sigh, your body, for a moment, perfectly fulfilled.