just a funny ...

bdsm in the kitchen.
if only it were so easy ...

a trigger

sometimes the most seemingly innocent things within the realm of a conversation can set off a chain reaction of submission triggers within me. this past week, my Mistress had asked me to ferry some important photographs She had inadvertently left at Her western lair.

"Meet Me at ......... and deliver them to Me after i call you. understood?"

i acknowledged Her instructions and told Her that i would wait diligently to hear from Her. it wasn't long after that She called and W/we met at the agreed upon designated location. i believe She was pleased with my quick response time, as She invited me to have a late night dinner with Her at a nearby diner.

i gladly accepted the offer. i loved to be at Her side, under Her feet, or wherever She needed me to be. sitting at Her table, across from Her as a friend was indeed a privilege.

when it came time to order, i did not have much money, so i chose something which was inexpensive, yet quite yummy and nutritious. " hmmmmm ... i'll have the Matzo Ball Soup and a bagel with a schmear of cream cheese." i relayed this confidently to O/our waiter who wrote down both O/our orders and hurried back to the kitchen. my Mistress ordered a meat marisella dish and a healthy salad with a side of challa bread. W/we both waited with mouth watering anticipation for O/our orders to arrive.

W/we talked about Her upcoming trip and it wasn't long before the food was served. as the waiter placed my soup on the table my Mistress got a coy grin on Her face.

"Hmmm ... I have never eaten nor seen a soup with balls that large before."

 She toyed with Her spoon and twirled it surreptitiously under Her chin. right away i felt a wave of submissiveness wash over me. it is hard to explain, but it was like Her words clobbered me hard, struck me in middle and created this gaping wound or hole that just begs to be filled and satisfied, yet, you know it never will be. your heart starts pumping and beating faster. your throat goes dry and the only place you really want to be at that moment in time is near Her feet, under the table. it doesn't matter if you are in a public place or not. the submission response kicks in and you have no control as to what happens next. a total power exchange transference.

as She gazed at me, i shifted uncomfortably in my seat. it didn't really help that She was seemingly sitting taller than me in Her chair, and the chair that i was seated in sloped down ridiculously low reinforcing my apparent feelings of inadequacy.

"Something wrong?" She narrowed Her eyes and poked one of the plump matzo balls with Her fork.

"it's just that ... i spoke up squeakily, "i don't understand why You are sitting so much higher than me in Your chair."

my Mistress lowered Her eyes then raised them until She locked in on mine.

"it's because I AM in SO many ways, and that is the way it's supposed to be." i gulped down ... hard and watched as a smile of innate satisfaction slid across Her lips.

She then brought Herself up even higher and straighter in Her chair then broke into the plump matzo ball with a fork.

"you know I do not recall having eaten any balls this big before, ... but I certainly have enjoyed kicking quite a few. She chewed the morsel in Her mouth with firm even chewing.

then washed it down with a splash of water.

"Wouldn't you agree?"

She looked at me innocently and smirked, for She knew exactly how i was feeling. my head was spinning and reeling and for the most part i was done. She had thoroughly and completely gotten inside of my head, kicked me around a bit until i was a squashed, squishy, mushy, submissive mess and now She was ready to leave.

just because i ordered matzo ball soup. *sigh ...*

awesome! amazing! ... but to think ... kind of scary too.