A slave to her fetish

chapter 3

"Thanks for keeping me company tonight." Christina said to Andy when they got to her car.
"If you want my advice, I think you should ditch your scummy boyfriend. You deserve better." Andy said.
"I guess... Too bad most guys can't get past how fat and ugly I am." Christina said with a shrug.
"You're not ugly. You're hot." Andy corrected her.
Christina could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"Andy, I know what I look like. I look...." Christina stopped talking. She knew that if she finished her sentence, she would start crying, and she didn't want to cry in front of Andy.
Andy lifted her chin, so that she was looking straight at him. "You look beautiful." he said.
Then he pushed her up against the car and kissed her passionately. As she felt Andy's hand creep slowly up her blouse and fondle her breast, Christina lost herself in his kiss and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Want to go somewhere a bit more private?" Andy asked her.
"My place." Christina responded with a gleam in her eye. "Also, you should drive since I'm still suffering from a food hangover." she said with a wink.
Christina sat in the passenger's seat, and Andy sat in the driver's seat, his shirt still unbuttoned. Christina reached over and ran her hand over his tight, toned stomach.

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When they got inside the house, Christina pushed Andy into a chair and kissed him. Then she tied his hands behind the back of the chair.
"What is this? Some kind of BDSM kink or something like that?" Andy asked.
"Something like that." Christina replied as she stepped out of the room and into the kitchen.
Andy heard her banging around in the kitchen, then she emerged with a box of chocolate brownies, a 2-liter bottle of Coke, and a bucket of fried chicken.
Christina picked up a brownie and gently fed it to Andy. Hesitantly Andy ate the brownies that Christina fed to him, and after his fifth one, Christina leaned forward and gently stroked his toned stomach. "Very good." she said approvingly.
"I don't think I can take much more." Andy said.
"If you burp, you'll feel better." Christina said.
She held the Coke bottle up to his mouth, and he turned his head away refusing to drink it.
Christina poured it into his mouth anyway.
When she put the Coke bottle down, she could tell that he really needed to burp, but since he couldn't cover it with his hand, he was determined to keep his mouth shut. However, after about a minute or so, Christina heard a low growl and saw his stomach muscles relax.
"Feel better?" Christina asked with a wicked grin.
Andy refused to look at her.