I scream, you scream, we all scream for- Well, except me.
He sent me out to the kitchen to fix him a bowl of ice cream.
Creamy french vanilla ice cream, in perfect rounded scoops, very ice cream parlor-esque, mounded up in a white china bowl.
“Put some chocolate on it, if we have any.” He called out from the living room.
We had some. Of course we did. Hershey’s syrup. Mmmm… chocolate… So no, it’s not Godiva. Deprived chocolate addicts aren’t choosy. If a starving man can eat a roach, I can certainly lower myself to snarfing on some Hershey’s chocolate syrup.
A little drip missed and started down the outside of the bowl. Swiping it with my finger, I licked it off. I shouldn’t have. It only ramped up the craving.
“Thanks, cunt.” He said dismissively, straining to see around me when I inadvertently stepped between his face and the television as I handed him the bowl. When I didn’t move he cut his eyes impatiently to the spot on the couch next to him. Message: Sit. Now.
Message received. Message obeyed.
I picked up my glass of water from the end table and took a sip. A noisy sip. A noisy, slurpy little-kid-type sip, designed to say Hey! Ice cream hogger! Remember me! Unfortunately, it was drowned out by the latest explosion of the Bomb Squad–or whatever Dick-Flick he had playing on the tv. Foiled!
I set the water glass on the coffee table in front of us, in plain sight, with a little thump and a little slosh and watched him out of the corner of my eye. He slurped up chocolate-covered ice cream.
I wiped up the slosh. Hmmph.
Inside I had a snivel. Was he really going to eat that giant, gooey, gloppy, delicious-looking bowl of ice cream right in fucking front of me and not even give me a BITE??
I took another drink to quiet the rumble in mah tummy. And then smiled secretly to myself. Of course he wouldn’t do that! He’d give me the last bite, I bet. And probably rib me a little about the diet he had me on or something. He’s so funny!
Grinning, I drank more water and settled back to wait; mouth watering, tummy grumbling, saliva squirting waiting. No problem. I got this. Clever dom wasn’t so clever. I know him too well. Smug cunt was smug.
My attention moved elsewhere for the time being; it was a big bowl. I had time to kill.
Fet. Facebook. Email. Recipes.
The tell-tale sound of a spoon scraping the bottom of a china bowl pulled my attention back and I turned, mouth opening, anticipating that last bite–only to watch the spoon, dripping with chocolate and melted ice cream poking into his mouth. “MmmmM!” he moaned, making a production of licking the spoon, handle and all. “That was gooOOOood, cunt.” Then he got up, carried the bowl to the sink and ran water into it, rinsing away even the clinging hope of licking the bowl.
Sauntering off down the hall he called back, “How’s that water?”
After I’d swallowed the butthurt (and more water), I had to chuckle in appreciation. Fucking sadist. Whoever said BDSM was about whips and paddles has never been to my house. :)
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Wednesday January 4th, 2012 7:19am
Beautiful and devious!
Michael Samadhi´s last [type] ..Every morning begins with a proper brew of tea
My Master does this too..so mean. I feel your pain..and your cravings that I know are killing you. I would so be in the kitchen sucking off that bottle of Hershey’s. He would have walked out to find the bottle to my lips and syrup smeared on my lips ;)
You are more disciplined than I. *tips hat*
mean.
mean, mean, mean, mean.
littlemonkey´s last [type] ..Solar System
I won’t even try to sound graceful – I would probably either cry or murder sometime. ..And I’m with Melody, nothing could keep me from that Hershey’s syrup… xD I lack self discipline in certain areas. Food is probably one of them. lol
zelda´s last [type] ..A Pseudo Explanation
I am sure he could think of something you all would hate enough to not guzzle the chocolate syrup.
Got a much-needed belly laugh out of that one even though I knew you wouldn’t get the ice cream. -snicker- I’ll be putting myself through very similar torture soon (giving up a good bit of stuff this year). Think it’d be a lot more fun if I had a sadistic bastard layin around. :D
dara´s last [type] ..Resurrecting the Past
heh, he took the bowl to the sink and rinsed it!
[...] They go together better than you would think. [...]
You know reading this the thought was well at least he rinsed. And then one remembered there is a tub of incredibly rich, dark chocolate and orange ice-cream in the freezer that won’t eat its self :D
Master’s piece´s last [type] ..Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Mine is Death by Chocolate
Vix´s last [type] ..:(
Hey, yanno…*He* took the bowl to the kitchen…this could be YOUR plan within HIS plan to get him to do the dishes?! (okay, yes..it was torture…i winced in sympathy at the spoon-scrape sound…)
nilla
nilla´s last [type] ..Cowboys and Indians (2)
I would lick the bowl in front of him just for kicks!
viemoira´s last [type] ..Tips from somewhere forwarded through someone, etc. etc. but worthy of posting:
So…… Does that also include the Hong Kong buffet? If not, wanna go get lunch sometime?
I think as long as I don’t have ice cream there, I’m good! :)
Wanna get the whole gang together and meet there sometime next week?
Sounds like a plan! Call me!