tasting the essence of Her sneakered feet

yesterday my Mistress summoned me to fetch Her a glass of water while She continued to work on the intricacies of Her vast online Empire. i quickly dispatched myself to Her kitchen and was back in Her presence with a nice tall glass almost filled to the brim. She took it from my hand quickly, and in doing so spilled it on some of Her work and papers. She moved quickly to put it down, but then spilled and dribbled it down Her long leg into Her pink ed hardy sneakers.

"oh, i didn't realize the glass was so full ... Hmmmmm, all over my papers and now down my leg dripping into my shoe. She bent down to remove Her shoe. Her glistening pink painted toes were torturous reminders of who i was and my "lower than thou" niche in Her amazing world.

"Mmmmmmmm ... all wet ... even filled it. C'mere pet." i eagerly and obediently did as i was told and knelt obsequiously at Her feet.

She removed the waterlogged pink sneaker and dangled it teasingly and precipitously near my face and nose. i could smell the familar and enticing essence of Her warm, sweet smelling, female sneakered feet. the smell of rubber and canvas washed over me and i felt myself melting in one direction and going considerably hard in the next. it was as if i was being rended apart by my overwhelmed senses.

"Open up" She grasped the back of my head and gently tilted it back. as if on cue i complied and opened my mouth. She brought the gossamer sneaker up to my mouth, teased me for a brief second them quickly dumped the contents down my throat!

i closed my eyes and tried to gulp in all of this female power and ambrosia. but, ... i failed ... epicly ... :(. i had not counted on this new taste to be so disarming and so overwhelming to me. i sniffed and smelled the sensual, intoxicating scent of sticky, salty, sweaty female feet. that coupled with the warm sensation of the tepid, warm, mixture washing over my tongue and going down the back of my throat was too much to take in all at once! i gagged ... choked ... and almost spit it out! i did not want to, but the enticing female feet brew was too strong, pure and powerful for my frail male psyche to handle!

my Mistress laughed at me and poked fun. "well, i can see W/we are going to have to work on this one pet." whew! at least She wasn't mad. i hung my head in shame and dishonor. i had always imagined what it would be like to take into me the essence of my Mistress and how wonderous and glorious it would be. and yet, here i had crashed and burned ... not even able to handle the simplest of elixers, produced from Her wonderful, amazing, athletic female feet.

even so, it was also at that moment that the strong realization hit. i had actually taken the physical steps to proceed to a lower more sub human state to please my Mistress. it scared me a bit and jolted me to the core.

"just how low and demeaned would i allow myself to become in Her presence?"

Her Squats are bigger than yours

OMGoddess! can Y/you only imagine?

scrambling the eggs

sometimes, it is performing the simple day to day tasks that give us the most joy and happiness when serving a Mistress. i suppose, that i am no different in this respect. for, i always try to give my best to my Mistress, in whatever endeavor She has assigned to me.

case in point, "meals". now, i enjoy cooking and preparing meals for my Mistress. it is always a special treat for me to do so. i have no problem with cooking lunch or "whipping" up something special for Her dinner. i am fairly adept at cooking steaks, chops, poultry and fish. cooking and steaming tempting vegetable combinations are also no problem for me. but, cooking breakfast? that is another drama filled issue for me. in particular, the cooking of any kind of eggs.

i had arrived somewhat early during the morning to my Mistresses' home. She is usually intent on keeping me busy and generally has assigned a myriad of domestic tasks and duties for me to complete while She works on the complex issues of maintaining Her empire. however, on this particular morning She greeted me at the door, balled up Her fist and socked me hard in the stomach, then tweaked my nose hard. She smiled with mischief, stood on Her tiptoes twisted my nipples hard and said.

"I want scrambled eggs for breakfast. Go fix me some breakfast." She must of noticed my ash fallen expression because it affected Her immediately. "Whats the matter pet?" She said.

i looked at Her quizzically. "scrambled eggs Mistress? i don't think i can. i really don't believe i should try. i might screw them up." i made a sad pouty face to try to convince Her to let me off the hook. but this only strengthened Her resolve and made Her somewhat irritated with me.

She patted my cheek and pinched my nose. "Well then." She said looking seriously at me ... I guess You will learn then, won't You?" She walked into Her bedroom and closed Her door. i was left in the hallway with a stupid scared look on my face.

now, how hard could it be to scramble some eggs? i went online to find a simple straight forward recipe. i gathered the ingredients together .."lets see eggs, milk, butter, salt and pepper". i mixed the eggy concoction together and was happy that the pan was now hot and greased with the butter. i whipped up the concoction and then dumped it into the frying pan and waited pensively for it to cook. Everything seemed to be going well. i was preparing my Mistresses" breakfast tray when i smelled a burning smell.

OMG! the eggs were burning! i had forgotten to turn them and now they were a stinking, smelly mass of black charred and brown ash! i had fucked up the eggs! Quickly, i turned off the burner and dispatched the burning embryos to the kitchen sink. i rewashed the brown burnt pan and proceeded to remake the eggs. whew! that was a close one.

i retraced my steps through the recipe and finally had the egg concoction whipped and siting comfortably in the frying pan. i turned the heat down considerably and waited for the eggs to brown slightly on the side. i then folded and flipped until the eggs were a nice fluffy mixture. i dabbed my forehead and was so pleased with myself. but, i blew it again! i allowed the eggs to sit too long on the burner when all of a sudden they began to brown and scorch on the bottom. i quickly turned off the burner and moved the eggs to a nuetral, safe location. but,it was too late. the eggs had that kind of burn't campfire look to them. it wasn't too bad. heck, maybe She kinda likes a little brown in her eggs.

"fishpaste? whats that i smell burning?" it was too late. She came scrambling out of Her room to see the scorched eggs. She looked at me, then the eggs and then chided me. "You were right, You really don't know how to scramble eggs...do you?" i hung my head in shame and agreed with Her culinary assessment. "Alright, bring them into my room. They don't appear too badly burned. but the next time you burn My eggs, I'm going to kick you hard in the balls and scramble your eggs." She whispered into my ear as She ranked on my shirt collar.

since then, i am proud to say that i have not burned or scorched one ... single ... egg ... or have i?

damn! ... not again! ;-)

the hula hoop

recently following a meeting, my Mistress and i went into Walmart to try to see if W/we could find some inner tubes to fix a flat on Her mountain bike. W/we were sidetracked though by a tempting display of hula hoops. She informed me that She had done some hula hooping in the past and that it was fun and probably good excercise. After finding a color that She particularly liked ... "a pink and blue rage design" .. She looked at me and said,
"Hmmm... I wonder if I can still do it?" She had me fetch the hoop down for Her. then gingerly,
she lifted the hoop and brought it up to Her lithesome waist and then began to slowly swivel Her hips from side to side. it was hypnotic. i watched in amazement as the hoop took on a new life of its own. it followed wherever my Mistress moved Her hips. it was truly an amazing sight. and i found myself gulping hard watching the congruent display of Her athleticism and skill. Her hair got in the way once, so She lifted it up a bit higher as She continued to gyrate through the sporting goods section unaware of the male audience that She was seemingly now drawing.

or was She?

i watched with interest as the section of male gawkers and onlookers seem to grow with every rotation, swivel and twist of Her hips. what was interesting was how She drew them in with something so simple and innocent as hula hooping. janitors, stock boys, and clerks all of a sudden seemed to have some type of job or duty in this section of the store. a janitor went by Her with his push broom as She continued to hula, a young blond haired male clerk almost dropped the sales signs he was posting when he saw Her. they seemed to be like flies drawn to Her as honey. some stayed back in the distant and chose a more subtle approach of leering and viewing. others brushed right past Her hoping to perhaps get a closer perspective of this titilating process.

my Mistress seemed to take this all in stride. She feigned innocence and said.
"wow, i seem to be drawing quite the crowd. i wonder why?" She smiled, and giggled mischieviously. then raising Her eyebrows and smirking at me, She said. "Now who would of known this would happen?"

suddenly, i noticed Her dominance take on a more pronounced air. the janitor who had brushed by Her two or three times now and was starting his 5th or sixth passby stopped in the bikes section to shuffle a bit and leer. She abruptly turned to face towards him and then in a musky, take charge tone said."How Ya doing?"

what i noticed was that the tone that She used was although seemingly friendly, it was the exact same tone used during O/our sessions when She wanted to humiliate and thoroughly emasculate me after roughing me up a bit. it came usually after a well placed blow or penetrating punch either to my head or a hard kick in the balls. it wasn't mean't to comfort, but rather to be used as a form of razzing and harassment. She knew perfectly well how i was doing and that She had the ability to totally destroy me with the least bit of effort on Her part.

this teasing, aggressive thrust and parry approach of Hers went on for a few more minutes. the hoop gathered momentum as it brushed against the seam of her incredibly tight t shirt. the word "clutch" printed provacatively across Her chest seemed to stretch, and heave as Her abs tightened and loosened and directed the hoop to follow the sensual curvature of Her abdomen.

however, all good things must come to an end and much to the chagrin of Her gathered male audience my Mistress suddenly stopped. we took the hoop and headed for the checkout. $5.78 seemed a small price to pay for my Mistresses' physical health and enjoyment. i happily pulled out my wallet and paid for the hoop.

my Mistress now hula hoops daily and i'm sure that the physical benefits of having a stronger, leaner and tighter set of abs will enable Her to crush and imobilize me with greater speed and efficiency.

the missing sharpie pen

sometimes serving a dominant woman is not easy. there are little things that get Her ire up such as; throwing away a plastic bottle in the garbage, when it could be recycled. or, not coming quickly enough when being called. i was asked by my Mistress to retrieve a pen from Her car. She told me a specific location from where to find it. She also told me to move quickly as She had many things for me to do that evening. being the efficient sub that i am, i scoured the entire car top to bottom for a pen. i looked under seats, in the glovebox, in the console and of course in the trunk. i very much wanted my Mistress to be proud of the efficient job that i was undertaking for Her. however, after an intricate and exhaustive search of Her vehicle there was no pen to be found. i trudged back upstairs to report back to Her.

as i walked in through the door, She commanded,

"fishpaste! get your ass in here, now!"

"Where the fuck have you been? Goddamnit! it's been over a 1/2 an hour, what have you been doing all this time!!" She was seething and vehemently angry with me.

i looked down with a downcast expression on my face. "i was looking for the sharpie You wanted Mistress. i couldn't find it, *stammering* so i looked all over your car for it hoping to find it."

She looked past an errant stray strand of brunette hair that was not quite in place and stared me down.

"That was well over a 1/2 hour ago! I have lots for you to do this evening! I have been waiting for your ass for 45 minutes! what the fuck were you doing down there!" She stood glaring at me with hands on hips!"

now, i had that uneasy, hollow feeling in my chest. Y/you know the kind that feels like there is nothing to support the crushing heavy weight that is suspended over You? "but, Mistress i wanted You to see how efficient i am, when You ask me to do something. i'm just that way."

"Come over Here!" She yanked hard on my shirt and pulled me down so that, i was forced to look up at Her. She grabbed the lower portion of my face with Her hand and dug Her nails in deep squeezing and pinching the skin around my mouth and chin.

i flinched from the pain. "No flinching, or I'll squeeze harder." my eyes began to water and i understood

omg, my Mistress was angry with me! but why, what had i done. i was quivering a bit, and then responded.

"Mistress", i spoke through quelled whimpering. "i only wanted to please You. i wanted You to see that i was being thorough in carrying through Your request." my eyes began to burn with tears.

She glared at me and squeezed my chin just a little harder.
"When I say that I want you to do something, I want you to listen to exactly what I am saying and do what I ask." She looked at me with a bit of a furrowed brow. "I said to go to my car and get the sharpie pen out of the console; did I not?" crossing Her hands over Her chest She continued to interrogate me.

"well? Answer Me?"

i nodded my head in agreement and compliance. "But taking a fucking 45 minutes to find one pen is just plain ridiculous fishpaste! I have many more things for you to do tonight and you wasted all your pathetic time looking for that pen."

i was embarrassed and ashamed of myself for wasting my Mistresses' valuable time. "Get over here! She motioned for me to come closer to where She was sitting. Stop Your pouting and go to the store and ... get ... Me ... a ... Sharpie ... pen!

i was in pain. with each word she dug and scratched my face with the sharp point of the pen She was wielding. the first two strikes drew some blood on both my nose and chin. She laughed as it dripped down my chin.

then emphasizing Her point some more, She hit me over the head with Her pen.
"do it quickly, or I will really give You something to whimper about, like kicking You hard in the balls, and don't forget the CD cases I asked for either"

i exited Her room and went to my car. i was happy and relieved to have gained some sort of saving face with my Mistress.