Revenge is a Dish Best Served-

-with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

I don’t know if you all remember (because it was SO effing long ago) that Master swore revenge upon me for swiping burny-type lotion on his ass?

I mean, wasn’t that like, last year or something??

Whenever it was, I forgot about it. Statute of limitations and all that, you know.

So, last night when I raised my head from sucking his cock and saw him sitting there with a fingerful of the same lotion and that Cheshire cat grin on his face, I was a little taken aback! What is this? Belated revenge? Ha!

He instructed me to turn around and spread my cheeks, mumbling something about an eye for an eye, or maybe it was an asshole for an asshole, I can’t be sure. I was busy giggling in my head.

Because, you see… Master is a wimp. And myself? I am not.

*beams*

He swiped and smeared and chuckled and then gruffly pushed my head back down to his cock where I resumed sucking.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

I was waiting, see, for that “this shit burns like fire!” reaction that Master had when I did it to him.

*snicker*

Mayhaps he forgot that I’ve had Icy Hot slathered from stem to stern–and inserted and fucked and used as lube for a butt plug– many many times during my service with him and that this incredibly mild muscle rub lotion with it’s scant amount of menthol was no more “burning like fire” than would a swift kiss fresh after brushing your teeth.

So, after awhile, and after I’d been toying with his cock and idling the time away humming to myself, he lifts his head up to peer down at me and says, rather dejected and disappointed-like, “Nothing? You don’t feel anything?”

I just smiled serenely up at him from around his cock.

He grunted and dropped his head down. “Bitch.” I heard him mutter.

He then flipped me over and fucked me six ways to Sunday and through it all, my asshole remained nice and fresh and tingly. It was just lovely, to be honest. Everyone should have a fresh-feeling asshole. *nods*

Now, it seems to me that he’s had his revenge, pathetic as it was. He blew it, therefore, we’re even and the slate is clean and too bad, so sad, Mister Man.

Least, that’s what I think.

~gloating cunt