viledisgustingcunt: Sorry about the bedhead it was like 530am. I’m just going to make this a f
viledisgustingcunt: Sorry about the bedhead it was like 530am. I’m just going to make this a faq post abt my slop punishments since it’s really common for me to have my food privileges gone and I usually get them taken away for weeks or months at a time, so you’ll hear me mention it often enough. Daddy changes his tastes a lot, and is always having me gain or lose weight as his mood changes, so this punishment is mostly used when Daddy wants me to lose weight but I do a bad job at sticking to my diet (which is always) but it can also be a punishment for other things, since it is legit dreadful to only eat bland, runny porridge while I cook extravagant meals for Daddy and watch him eat them in front of me. (Usually from the floor) Slop is made up of a porridge base of some sort (daddy switches it up and has 4 or 5 dif recipes ranging from dough-like to oatmeal, but most often just a grain mix), with added supplements and vitamins to make it all I need to eat. By the end of the day I have the exact calories and macros that Daddy wants me to have, so it makes it easy for him to control my weight. I get two of these bowls a day. One before Daddy leaves for work, and one when he comes home. Its cold, runny, but chunky, tastes bland if there are no pills crushed in, but when there are it tastes like a multi vitamin, since that has the strongest flavor of all the additives. When I have my food privileges taken away, the rules are basically always the same. Eat what Daddy gives me, take whatever pills he gives me, don’t touch any other food in the house besides what I’m preparing for his dinner. I’m allowed coffee in the morning (I get headaches w/o it), tea throughout the day and a juicebox w/ dinner if I’ve been good. Other than that, just water. It is always served in a small metal bowl w/ a large metal spoon because Daddy doesn’t like to use my special dishes during punishments (apparently rocket ship spoons ruin the punishment?) If we eat out in a social setting I am allowed to eat, but only what I can finish while there, and I sacrifice any other meal that day. This is legit one of the worst punishments I get. After a few days I crave everything. It becomes really difficult not to sneak food, and I always get a lot of extra punishments from picking at things in the fridge or while I’m cooking. I also tend to get really upset extremely easily and it is MUCH easier to manipulate me in that state. After a week or two I’m basically dead inside and Daddy can get me to do w.e he wants in exchange for scraps off his plate because I’m so desperate for anything with taste and consistency. Devotional Training: Feeding. -- source link
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