Dolcett Scene (High Tech Toys)

I was approached by a lovely lady who had a Docett fantasy.  For those of you unfamiliar with this, Dolcett is an artist who draws picture stories largely based on consensual cannibalism with women offering up their bodies to be cooked and eaten.  From the popularity of the various series it obviously touches “hot buttons” in a lot of people.  Now the lady who approached me didn’t really want to be killed and eaten, but she wanted to experience the fantasy as much as possible.

It took a lot of thinking for this one but here’s how it came out.  She was ordered to appear at my house where she met a group of “diners.”  Naked, she was blindfolded and tied with her arms over her head and her legs apart.  I told her we were going to baste and cook her slowly.  Now, Liquid Latex doesn’t have much of a smell, particularly if you open it a few minutes early to allow the ammonia that they use as a preservative to escape, but just to make sure she had no olfactory clues, I was burning a bit of pine scented incense. It also added to the “we’re going to have a barbecue” atmosphere.

I used a brush to paint her chest and belly with “flesh-colored” Liquid Latex.  It actually was a pretty good match for her skin tone.  After she’d been basted, two of us used hair dryers to speed the drying and to give the impression she was being “cooked.”  I noticed that she was getting quite wet and inserted a vaginal ball connected to a Pulsetron (mentioned elsewhere).  It’s my fervent belief there is an inverse relationship between common sense and sensual stimulation and I wanted her in a mode to believe anything.

When I painted the skin, I neglected on step that most Liquid Latex users take.  I didn’t rub on any body lotion before putting on the Liquid Latex.  This meant that the tiny hairs on her skin were embedded and trapped in the layer of Liquid Latex.  This was intentional.

We continued the process for about half an hour, alternating “basting” and “cooking” until we had a fairly thick coating (about five coats) and had even used a brownish red to cover her nipples most realistically.  Finally, I said, “It’s time to dine, Colleagues,” and took off her blindfold.  She was pretty well lost in subspace with the “basting,” the “cooking,” and of course, the “Pulsetron.”

As one of my friends, lifted her head so she could watch, I drew a knife down her sternum, eased the tip under the layer of Liquid Latex and then slowly pulled a strip off.  The result was half scream, half gasp and eyes the size of dinner plates.  Later, she told me the trapped hairs had ripped out with just the right intensity to feel as if she was being skinned.  Then, I circled the nipples, which at this point were about the size of grapes, and yanked off one covering and then the other and made it look as if I had popped them into my mouth.

The scene continued with each of us, cutting loose and then pulling off a bit of “skin,” and progressed to four people simultaneously doing knife play all over her body.  It wasn’t a true Dolcett, but for a woman who had believed she’d never approach her fantasy in real life, it was more than adequate.