She had cooked long stripes of pasta and drenched them in a sweet gooey custard, she had him sitting on the chair, his arms tied and secured at the back and both legs secured and stretched wide over the chair.

Placing the bowl of food between his legs she began to dress her prize in strips of sticky pasta, wrapping each piece slowly, watching his expressions, they fascinated her, smiling she went back to work until the bowl was empty.

Placing her hands on his thighs she leaned in and slowly and gently began to eat her creation, watching him grow and strain.

She gloried in his moans and the taste of him mixed with the creamy sauce.