King has decided that we will go to a plant based diet – vegan. I’m all for this. In fact, it was my idea. I did not, though, realize just how difficult this change in lifestyle would be! King always goes all out and this is no exception. We will wear, use, play with, eat, bath with, basically live a completely vegan (and BDSM) lifestyle. Last week while coming home from the grocer King noticed my dress. It was a lovely cotton number, but it had a leather belt and leather piping around the collar and sleeves, something I had failed to notice. He waited until the drive home then pulled over. I had to get out of the car, strip off the dress, watch as he used his knife to shred it. Only then did he allow me to get back in the car. Today was Tuesday, which means I was allowed to wear panties, but no bra. Thank goodness he let me use my hands to cover my naked tits for the drive home. We pulled into the garage (attached!) and unloaded the groceries. While doing this he chastised me for not properly “cleansing” my wardrobe of animal based clothing. Honestly, I thought I had, but apparently I’d missed this dress! We’ve only been at this lifestyle for a short time, so I made a mistake! Big deal – right. You can be sure I will be double checking my wardrobe and everything else!!!

King had purchased a very, very large hand of fresh ginger. He peeled a very large finger of it as I stood and watched and listened to his calm chastisements. I knew where the ginger would be going and I was not happy about it. Sure enough, King bent be over the kitchen counter and inserted the VERY LARGE fig into my anus. I felt the burn almost immediately and began to cry. That was when he began peeling a SECOND finger!!! Now I was really crying!!! This one he used in my pussy, fucking me with it and using his ginger juice coated fingers to play with my clit. I’d learn to enjoy a plant based life, he said. I’d learn to crave it, he said. I’d better, he said, because for the next few days this was the only fucking I’d receive. Eventually, he said, I’d learn to come from the burn of ginger, from the cool heat of peppermint, from the hardness of a carrot, from the width of a cuck. Only after I came (and cried) would he reward me by giving me his cock to suck on (Yes!!!). I’d have to prove to him, he said, that I was serious about our lifestyle change. The whole time he was talking he was pinching my clit and pistoning the fig in and out of my dripping pussy while the fig in my ass stayed solidly where it belonged. I exploded. The sensations were way too overwhelming. My entire “happy” region was on fire and all I could think of was King’s cock!!! Finally, he told me to sit flat on the floor (which made sure the fig in my ass stayed in place!) and suck him off. Hungrily, I gulped down his cock, licking, sucking, slurping. Still, the burn in my ass was aweful and I was still crying. I was beautiful, he said. He loved when I was so eager, he said. He’d have to remember to fig me more often, he said. Every day, he promised, until the GIANT hand of ginger ran out.

He moaned, tilted his head back and filled my mouth with his sweet cum. I gulped it all down and, must to my surprise, came again, sitting there on the floor, my ass filled with organic fire and my mouth filled with organic come.

I think I’m going to like this vegan lifestyle very, very much.