I love food.
Actually I absolutely adore it, but there are some exceptions to this. For example, marmite is a hard limit. There is no way on earth I will ever let that vile stuff anywhere near me.
Mistress knows this love of food only too well, and it often forms part of the power She has over me.
Let me tell you about one particular day’s meals…
Mistress instructed me to cook sufficient bacon for two bacon rolls, and pour 2 glasses of fresh orange juice.
I did as told, and then had to watch as She devoured all the bacon in one roll. She then prepared my breakfast, which was a bowl of cornflakes in milk decorated with pimento stuffed olives. I was halfway through eating it when the second glass of orange juice that I had prepared was added to the bowl.
I hate olives, plus the briny oily liquid soured the milk.
I’m a fan of burgers, especially cheese burgers. Mistress sent me to McDonalds to buy her a Quarter pounder with cheese meal plus chocolate milkshake, with further instructions to follow when I arrived at McDonalds.
When I arrived at McDonalds, I text Mistress to let Her know I had arrived. She replied with “you must order a plain hamburger happy meal with the words Because I’m a naughty boy“.
I did as instructed, and suffered 5 minutes of weird looks as they prepared my plain hamburger. Why don’t they make all hamburgers plain, and just add ketchup to those that want it?
My instructions were to prepare a romantic 2 course meal.
I made a chicken and chorizo paella which was served with sparkling wine, followed by chocolate fondant.
Mistress enjoyed Hers by candle light, with soft muzak playing, whilst I was made to sit on the floor and watch Her eat, whilst my food went cold on the plate, and only once She had finished eating did She pass my plate down to me on the floor to eat with my fingers.