Making bread is such a sensual pleasure.
I wasn’t going to do a Sinful Sunday this weekend as I’ve got a houseful of people to cook for. Also, I decided that not to do a Sinful Sunday, to deny myself its weekly fix of reads and comments, would be a good discipline as I am spending too much time admiring my growing readership. “Let the numbers drop for one week”, I told myself .
But I was up early baking bread and, as my hands worked the soft, ripe dough, messaging it, controlling it, shaping it, I enjoyed the sensory pleasure so much I decided to share it.
Handling dough is a dominant act, not a submissive one, yet you also have to take great care in your manipulation of it. It’s necessary to be strong, firm and assertive, to show the dough your strength, yet not abuse it; force the dough to obey your will yet not be aggressive with it.
There’s a point in kneading when the dough relaxes, becomes pliant in your hands, all resistance gone. At that point you can manipulate it using only your fingers, almost stroking it with just the very lightest of touches.
That’s always a special moment….the moment when it finally submits.
For those who like the idea of combining sex, kink and baking here’s a very spanky little story I wrote last year.
Actually now that I look at the loaf again, an hour into its four hour rise, perhaps its not as innocent as I thought. Perhaps it is a legitimate Sinful Sunday after all.
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