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The Ice Cream Shop - A Femdom Toilet Slave Story



Chapter 1: The Ice Cream Shop


Kevin had always been drawn to Lucy, the gorgeous and vibrant young woman who worked at the local ice cream shop. He often found himself stopping in after work just to catch a glimpse of her alluring smile and mischievous glint in her eyes. Little did he know, Lucy held a secret, a twisted fetish that nobody knew about. Femme fatale, Lucy loved to exert dominance over her male customers by making them consume her depravities.


One fateful Wednesday evening, Kevin reluctantly found himself with a sudden craving for some ice cream. Arriving at the shop just before closing time, he walked up to the counter, where Lucy greeted him with her enigmatic smile.


"Hey, Kevin! Just in time. I was about to close up, but I've got one last batch of ice cream that I just made, special just for you." She winked, nodding her head towards the ominous ice cream machine behind her.


As Kevin's heart raced in anticipation of a seemingly intimate moment with Lucy, she pulled the lever on the machine, causing a soft, dark chocolate-looking ice cream to swirl out into a waffle cone. Handing it to him seductively, she bit her lip and encouraged him to take a bite. Trapped in her web of seduction, Kevin couldn't resist. He took a generous bite, and immediately, his taste buds were assaulted by a taste so vile, he almost gagged on the spot.


Trying his best to put on a convincing smile, Kevin swallowed the horrendous concoction, even as his insides screamed in horror. His brain reeled, desperately attempting to equate the vile taste to something less revolting. However, it was undeniable - the bitter, acrid flavor was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Forlornly, it dawned on him that he was eating something incredibly unsavory, but his infatuation with Lucy overwrote any sense of repulsion he should have felt in that moment.


"Delicious!" Kevin exclaimed, hoping to hide the turmoil behind his eyes. "This might just be the best ice cream I've ever had. What's it called?"


Lucy, barely containing her glee, leaned in slightly, her voice dripping with power and control as she whispered, "It's called 'Lucy's Special Delight.' I wanted you to be the first to try it. I'm so glad you like it."


Without leaving his gaze, she stepped out from behind the counter and sauntered towards him. "Would you like to take a seat and enjoy the rest of that tasty treat?" Lucy suggested, gesturing towards a nearby table in the now empty ice cream shop.


Driven by a combination of fear, desire, and an undying curiosity to discover the depths of Lucy's depraved fetish, Kevin nodded and, accepting her invitation, walked over to the table, taking a few more cringe-inducing bites of the nightmarish treat as he went.


Settling into his seat, Kevin continued to force down the horrific concoction, each mouthful somehow more nauseating than the last. As his taste buds tried to reject the wretched taste, he fought to retain composure and maintain his fa├žade of enjoyment.


Mesmerized by Lucy's wicked beauty, Kevin stammered, "C-could I maybe get your phone number? We could... We could talk more about your unique ice cream recipes."


Lucy, her grin devilish and eyes filled with satisfaction, agreed. "Of course," she coyly said, pulling out a pen and scribbling her number on a napkin. She handed it to him, her excitement barely contained as she reveled in the humiliation she had just inflicted on Kevin.


"So, until next time," she purred, blowing him a sly kiss before retreating back to the counter. As Kevin forced down his last bite, he glanced at the napkin, wondering how far this twisted affair would go and whether he was delving headfirst into a nightmare far beyond his comprehension.

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Chapter 2: A Second Helping


Sleep eluded Kevin that night as he tossed and turned, his stomach roiling with the unfamiliar and nauseating contents he had somehow managed to consume. His mind filled with lust towards Lucy, but also a conflicting fear and repulsion towards the depraved ice cream she had fed him.


Days went by, the memory of the accursed ice cream lingering in the back of his mind until one dreary afternoon, he found himself drawn back to the ice cream shop once more. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, only to be greeted by Lucy's sultry smile as always.


"Ah, there's my favorite customer! Kevin, I'm so glad you came back. You really do like the 'Lucy's Special Delight,' don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.


Internally, Kevin's stomach churned at the mere mention of the abominable treat, yet he found himself unable to tell her the truth. "Y-yeah, it was... unique," he managed to say.


Lucy grinned even wider, clearly pleased. "Well, you're in for a treat. I made a fresh batch just for you again. And today it is extra... special." To her, it was a game of power and control.


Kevin glanced anxiously at the ice cream machine as Lucy approached it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pull the lever, causing another serving of the ominous, dark ice cream to spiral into a cone. Reluctantly, Kevin took it from her warm hands, his dread mounting with each passing moment.


The duo sat down at their usual table, Lucy eagerly watching Kevin's every move. The first bite proved as repugnant as the last time, making it nearly impossible for him to suppress a gag. Nevertheless, he managed to muster up an unconvincing smile. "It's even better than before," he croaked, barely able to keep the concoction down.


As the conversation between the two blossomed, Kevin found himself repeatedly confronted by the appalling ice cream in his hand. By some miracle, he managed to consume it all without giving away his distaste, concluding that the vile treat would finally meet its end.


But Lucy had other ideas.


"Oh, you finished that quickly! It seems you really do adore 'Lucy's Special Delight,' don't you? Would you like another scoop?" her voice practically purred.


Kevin's mind shouted a vehement "no!", but he could see the almost sadistic excitement in her eyes. Trying to regain some control, he weakly replied, "Actually, I'm pretty full right now. Maybe another time?"


It was then that Lucy's demeanor shifted. Her eyes widened, feigning hurt and betrayal, as she asked, "Are you… rejecting my special ice cream, Kevin? After I put in so much effort to make it just for you."


Suddenly, Kevin was faced with the impossible choice of confronting Lucy or enduring more of the repulsive ice cream. His mind was a battlefield of emotions, torn between standing his ground and maintaining the precious connection he had with the enigmatic ice cream girl. Ultimately, it was the thought of losing Lucy entirely that tipped the scales.


Swallowing his fear, he reluctantly replied, "No, I just... Let's have another scoop, then." Seeing her face light up, Kevin couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment, knowing he had satisfied her depravities for the time being.


As Lucy prepared his second serving of misery, Kevin steeled himself, prepared to endure yet another round of the stomach-churning ice cream. What would it take, he wondered, to break free from Lucy's wicked grip on his life – or was he doomed to forever suffer for the sake of a twisted love affair?


Kevin watched in abject horror as Lucy prepared another scoop of the repulsive ice cream. As she handed him the second serving, he couldn't help but notice a gleefully sinister look in her eyes. With no escape from his predicament, Kevin steeled himself and reluctantly took the first bite.


The second round of 'Lucy's Special Delight' was even more putrid than the first. Each spoonful was a symphony of bitterness and filth, making the inexperienced ice cream eater gag internally with every mouthful. The acrid concoction assaulted his senses, causing his body to clamor in earnest revolt, yet he persevered, driven by a quixotic mix of infatuation and fear of displeasing the alluring but twisted young woman before him.


Lucy relished every second of Kevin's torment, watching him closely for any signs of weakness. Surprisingly, he managed to feign an aura of appreciation, his forced smiles belying the agonizing ordeal he was enduring.


After conquering the final spoonful, Kevin dared to hope that his test of devotion might be over–at least for the evening. He dropped the now empty ice cream container onto the table with a heavy sigh. Just as he began to fantasize about escaping the shop's oppressive confines, Lucy's voice shattered his reverie.


"Alright, Kevin. I am absolutely delighted to see how much you enjoyed my special ice cream tonight," she cooed, the glaze of sadistic glee in her eyes reflecting the dim light of the shop. "Unfortunately, I have to close up now, but I'd really like to invite you back to the ice cream shop tomorrow evening."


The thought of another night spent consuming the horrendous ice cream filled Kevin with dread, yet the magnetic pull of Lucy's charm bound him to her. Caught in the web of her twisted desires, he found himself nodding numbly, unable to break free of her wicked ensnarement.


Lucy smiled sweetly, as if nothing peculiar had transpired between them at all. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Kevin. Have a good night!" With that, she gave him a teasing wink and turned to close up the shop.


As Kevin left, the taste of Lucy's 'Special Delight' haunted his senses, leaving him to both dread and anticipate the following night's ominous rendezvous. The Siren call of her feminine wiles was more than enough to make him forget the common sense warnings that screamed louder with each passing second. Bracing himself for another night of torment, he knew that he had become a willing player in Lucy's twisted game.

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