Starving the demon
Imagine this:
A plate with a beautiful piece of T-Bone Steak. It is cooked medium, with a nice warm pink center, and seasoned just right with a succulent combination of spices. Sauteed onions and mushrooms are placed on the plate to surround the steak, and the blend of all of this is wonderful.
A second plate with an assortment of Maine lobster tails and claws. The plate is lightly coated in butter, and a small dish of clear butter sits in the center of the pieces. There are sprigs of parsley to cover the plate in ornate décor.
The French onion soup with extra cheese and croutons has already been eaten, and the small house salad with sliced carrots and hard boiled egg has been picked at to contentment.
The customer knows what he wants and does not want to overfill on preliminaries.
He sees the two plates covered with food sitting on the tray just waiting for the waitress to bring it to him. He knows that when he is done eating, he will enjoy a sinfully wonderful dessert. He motions to the waiter to refill his Dom- his $200 bottle of champagne.
His mouth watering, he raises his hand to the waitress to indicate his readiness for his steak and lobster.
As the waitress picks up the tray and walks over to the man, the timid girl casually sticks out a foot and trips her. Sending the tray flying with all the wonderful food, the girl smiles as she sees the enormous spread scatter all over the floor. Jumping to his feet, the man screams at the girl. Cowering to his wrath, she is sure she made a mistake, but she catches a glimpse from her table mate. The strong-willed woman nods her head slightly to the girl as if to say “you have the ability to do this…you are strong enough, you are capable, you CAN do this.” Taking a deep breath, the girl stands up from her seat.
Upon standing, she realizes that she is much taller than the man. She sees that he is just a pudgy little nothing, who is relying on the girl to keep on paying his restaurant bills. Well, the girl has decided that she wants to save her money for something else- something better. Just what that is she isn’t quite sure, but she knows that anything will be better than spending money on this man’s food. He no longer needs her to live, and she has no reason to continue to support him.
Looking him square in the eye, she tells him “you are no longer allowed to live off of me. I will no longer support you, and I most certainly will not buy your high class dinner. You owe them for the salad and soup and champagne, so I suggest you find a way to pay for that.” She turned deliberately and walked over to the food on the floor. Taking care to stomp on each and every bit of it, she delighted in watching his horrified look as the succulent meal turned to a pile of garbagey-mush under her feet. When she was sure that every morsel had been destroyed, she looked into his eyes, laughed in his face and sat down at her table to enjoy her meal with her Domme.
A plate with a beautiful piece of T-Bone Steak. It is cooked medium, with a nice warm pink center, and seasoned just right with a succulent combination of spices. Sauteed onions and mushrooms are placed on the plate to surround the steak, and the blend of all of this is wonderful.
A second plate with an assortment of Maine lobster tails and claws. The plate is lightly coated in butter, and a small dish of clear butter sits in the center of the pieces. There are sprigs of parsley to cover the plate in ornate décor.
The French onion soup with extra cheese and croutons has already been eaten, and the small house salad with sliced carrots and hard boiled egg has been picked at to contentment.
The customer knows what he wants and does not want to overfill on preliminaries.
He sees the two plates covered with food sitting on the tray just waiting for the waitress to bring it to him. He knows that when he is done eating, he will enjoy a sinfully wonderful dessert. He motions to the waiter to refill his Dom- his $200 bottle of champagne.
His mouth watering, he raises his hand to the waitress to indicate his readiness for his steak and lobster.
As the waitress picks up the tray and walks over to the man, the timid girl casually sticks out a foot and trips her. Sending the tray flying with all the wonderful food, the girl smiles as she sees the enormous spread scatter all over the floor. Jumping to his feet, the man screams at the girl. Cowering to his wrath, she is sure she made a mistake, but she catches a glimpse from her table mate. The strong-willed woman nods her head slightly to the girl as if to say “you have the ability to do this…you are strong enough, you are capable, you CAN do this.” Taking a deep breath, the girl stands up from her seat.
Upon standing, she realizes that she is much taller than the man. She sees that he is just a pudgy little nothing, who is relying on the girl to keep on paying his restaurant bills. Well, the girl has decided that she wants to save her money for something else- something better. Just what that is she isn’t quite sure, but she knows that anything will be better than spending money on this man’s food. He no longer needs her to live, and she has no reason to continue to support him.
Looking him square in the eye, she tells him “you are no longer allowed to live off of me. I will no longer support you, and I most certainly will not buy your high class dinner. You owe them for the salad and soup and champagne, so I suggest you find a way to pay for that.” She turned deliberately and walked over to the food on the floor. Taking care to stomp on each and every bit of it, she delighted in watching his horrified look as the succulent meal turned to a pile of garbagey-mush under her feet. When she was sure that every morsel had been destroyed, she looked into his eyes, laughed in his face and sat down at her table to enjoy her meal with her Domme.
posted by oreo at
22:19
1 Comments:
Excellent, randi...now you and your tablemate need to pop the cork on that bottle of champagne yourselves!!
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macaroon, at 3:40 AM
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