I love that men are so easy. My honey-sweet voice can make you do anything……including risking some serious discomfort while trying to please me. Hey, I won’t stop you. More and more of you are wanting to get in this damn blog and like I keep saying, I’ve seen so much that you’re really going to have to WOW me at this point. No, that’s not just a video game reference. I mean I want to be dazzled. Show me something new and different!

Yes, I will always write about the panty-wearing bitches with their legs over their heads, icing their faces with cum. But I need variety. Pizzazz! And I got it the other night, when my caller got more than a little intimate with his refrigerator condiments. On cam, of course. I don’t just buy a story like that. I want a front row seat with you as my cam slut!

Condiment Cockplay

It all started when Fridge Boy had some whipping cream ready the moment I answered that Skype call, ready for him to stroke for me. But whipping cream? Snooze. Hello, pizzazz! I asked for mayonnaise instead. He was aghast. The idea of lopping his cock in a jar of sandwich spread was beyond his realm, so I kept pushing for it.

It was a big jar so I had him spoon the whole container into a bowl. He was shivering, of course. Dunking your dick in cold mayo will do that to you. We kept going. I had him role play that his cock was a hot dog and he squirted ketchup all over it. Then he laid on the kitchen floor and tried to ‘eat’ it. Not happening. He couldn’t quite reach because of how small that dick was. But that’s when he started enjoying it. The condiment play, I mean.

Soon, he was taking things out of his refrigerator side door and it was all over the counter. Dijon mustard. Nope. A small bottle of sake? No. Don’t ruin your sake! That stuff’s expensive. Hot sauce? I discouraged him, I swear. But he was in the moment. I would have been fine with more mayo play. Maybe grab a carrot from the vegetable drawer for a sexy anal produce fuck. But, oh no. Fridge Boy was having a ball. And hot sauce it was.

I really can’t say where his head was, but I was intent on watching. Food play is fun play, and it’s not the first time I’ve seen it from you weirdos. And I couldn’t stop Fridge Boy anyway. He was in his own little world, shaking hot pepper sauce all over his cock. But then he started to stroke. That was the beginning of the end.

The mayo was now off his cock, and the hot sauce was in full effect. He wasn’t cold anymore. Fridge Boy was actually making noises that were borderline uncomfortable. And then, sweet holy fuck. He got some of that hot sauce in his top-hole. You know the one. I was watching through my hands at that point. He wasn’t having a very good time anymore. Back to mayo to cool the fire. Cockplay had hit a wall.

His dream of a big cumshot finish was out of the question. He was barely speaking English. Just snarls. Not at me, of course. Needless to say, he lost his erection and became a serious grump. He managed a pained ‘Sorry, Mistress’, and then we ended the call so he could tend to his hot pepper fire-in-the-hole. He had found a new way to ruin his orgasm, poor thing!

So our session didn’t go as planned. But at least he had fun before that hot sauce. That’s how experimenting goes sometimes! But I love cam humiliation and watching you play. You know this. Have something to show me? You know where to find me!

(For Fridge Boy in Chicago, hey. You tried. Great effort! And look, you made the blog! Best of luck, and don’t be a stranger!)