Crumbs (a Liza story)

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Thank you for all the reads and comments over the last six weeks. I hope to back soon but a busy month has meant that the next season is only about a third done so far. I have a few surprises for you in the meantime though so see you shortly.

As always, the rest of the Aiko/Liza captions are on the index page.

Zoli

Ryan's stomach fell when he saw Liza stop outside the front of her house and place the box of cupcakes on the floor. He had simpered behind her for twenty-five blocks, his shame paraded for all the world to see in frills and ruffles, and just as a sanctuary seemed to be arriving, it was snatched away.

“We're not going in?” he asked timidly, barely recognising the voice coming from his mouth. His trademark sarcastic boast had been well and truly broken since he first sampled that spiked apple tart inside the four walls before him, and now his words felt as soft as the knickers that caressed his butt. His resolve had been pathetically short. No sooner had he finished his slice, the cravings began – his skin itching and sweating, his joints aching and shivering. He need more. A need Liza had been happy to service...for a price.

“Oh, you...” Liza giggled. “You look fit to demolish these cupcakes. My step-dad might be a French maid now but I doubt he wants to clean up the crumbs you're going to make, do you?”

At the mention of the promised treats, Ryan's memory of the last three torturous hours almost vanished. Almost... Liza had taken him to the mall, where step by step he had been transformed into the plaything of her dreams. First, a trip to the salon to have his hair washed and remodelled into a fancy feminine cut, then to a beautician to have his face and nails painted and finally to a boutique to be fitted in a set of frilly vintage underwear. Even as it was crushed by the merciless corset, his stomach begged for more of Liza's treats and when afterwards they stopped at a patisserie to buy cupcakes he was almost able to ignore the staring onlookers around him. Almost...

“Just one final touch.” Liza removed a sachet from her pocket and sprinkled it over the cupcake icing. Ryan instinctively knew that it was what is body was by now begging him for and he took a step forward. He no longer cared about waiting for the privacy of her house. He wanted salvation now, no matter how short lived it would be. “Enjoy!” Liza took a step back from the box and smiled widely as her prey rushed over and began devouring the treats inside. It wasn't ladylike but there was plenty of time for that. Bite by bite, Ryan eviscerated the desserts in front of the white brick building as she snapped photos for her blog. Suddenly, he stopped mid-mouthful and for a moment she worried he was going to choke. But instead he stood up straight and looked at something over her shoulder. Liza turned around.

“Hi there!” A tiny Japanese girl stood before them, an enormous suitcase under each arm with bits of colourful fabric poking through the zippers. She placed one down carefully and offered out her hand to Liza. “My name's Aiko. I love your work! Do you think I could stay with you a while?”