Treats and a Fabulous, Funny Dinner Date

By treats I mean truffle-anything. 

A couple days ago I found some leftover truffle mayo from a takeaway and happily slathered it onto the wrap I had fixed myself for dinner. But I wanted more. 

So I went hunting. It's not easy to come by it in my part of the world. And the ones I've seen in the shops are crazy expensive, cos they're sold only by high end grocers. 

But a friend told me recently that Marks and Sparks had truffle things so I went into town yesterday to check it out. 

I got myself some truffle pesto and truffle mayo and I'm now a happy lidl girl. 

And then I thought, hey since I was already there, and I remembered that I had mall vouchers to use up, why not pick up some roasted peppers antipasti. And orange marshmallow teacakes for the mother. And carrot and coriander soup. And béchamel sauce. I might have gotten a little bit carried away. But to be fair, these are not things I typically have in my larder cos they're not exactly the mainstay of Asian food, but I do enjoy European flavours every now and again. So I decided to splurge a bit.

BIKSS came to get me after my shopping and we went to have dinner at the social enterprise place we discovered pre-Covid. (We had our V day dinner there too, btw.) Not surprisingly we ordered the battered eggplants and sous vide egg Caesar salad again, but this time with a seafood main course. It came with their signature creamy mash underneath topped with a delicious white sauce. Good stuff. I really enjoyed it. 

Salad on the left, brinjals on the right, 

and seafood-a-la-king below.

Dinner was unexpectedly fun cos while I was busying myself with the brinjals, BIKSS dished some salad onto my plate... and because the egg yolk was runny he spooned that straight into my mouth. I felt very little letting him feed me. And I liked it. 

So when the main dish arrived, I peered at it and didn't move while he went ahead and chucked the mussels on my plate (cos he doesn't like em). And since he was already in there, he just went ahead and divided the prawns, squid and fish. 

"I don't want the carrots... " I half whined.

"You don't want cauliflower too right?"

"I'd rather not.."

"Broccoli then."

"OK. Broccoli."

I think there is a time for service - I do find myself serving him food both at home and when we dine out - but there is definitely also a time for being little and letting him pamper me. Last night was a definite "I NEED YOU TO SPOIL ME" night. 

Post-dinner, we ran some errands - picked up some honey mustard from a convenience store on the way home,  stopped at an ATM for me to fiddle with a new card that needed PIN-changing, and then he topped up some gas at the petrol station.

Then we came home. The mother was awake but I couldn't be bothered to sneak him in. I planned on saying he came to help me with the computer, but as it turned out, my helper wasn't wearing any shorts and that led to a very natural shooing of him into my room. Let me explain. This non-wearing of shorts is normal for me and her cos we both walk around, at night especially, in long t-shirts (PJs) and undies. And as there are no guys in this house I told her it was fine with me. Who's gonna care right?

But when I'm expecting people I let her know in advance and she'll make sure to have pants on. Only I didn't tell her BIKSS was coming over last night, so when I opened the door I announced "X's here, whoever's not wearing pants stay put on the sofa and don't move!"

She giggled and pulled a throw cushion firmly down on her lap. Mum and I laughed and I ushered BIKSS straight into the room and said "Go, go, your lappy is in there".  And he scurried away from the living room into the safety of my lair (BTW, he says I've been saying that word wrong all my life!).

It was a perfectly convenient excuse to have him hide inside and not be out in the living room cos they were still watching telly. 

In any case, mum knows I have friends (both guys and girls) over regularly and they've come and hung out in the room often enough (so as not to disturb her telly-watching in the living area).  So I don't think she really cares, tbh.

We chit-chatted innocently on the bed, in case she needed something and knocked on the door at an inconvenient time... until I saw something flitting about. 'Twas a MOTH! I hate moths. I'm deathly afraid of them. (But won't hesitate to kill one if I have to - if only to stop it from existing in the same space as me.)

The thing is, BIKSS' eyesight isn't as keen as it once was. LOL. And he couldn't see it. But I was jumping around getting freaked out, between trying to get away and killing it, in turn.  In retrospect, a light summer kimono is probably the worst moth-kill weapon ever. Eventually it flew behind the piano and he said that I should just leave it be as there was no way I could get at it.

"What? How? What am I going to do? I can't leave it there... ALIVE!"

"Spray some insecticide."

"But then my whole room will smell!"

"Don't you have some lavender thing ... "

"I do!" 

So I pointed my lavender spray at it and hit the nozzle! 

When I shone my phone torch behind the piano to check, it was quite arrogantly perched on the side of the frame, presumably smelling of flowers.

"It's still there! You've got to kill it!"

"It'll die on its own... "

"No it wont, it's very much alive... how is it supposed to die anyway?"

"Cos you've already sprayed it!"

"Yeah, with lavender!"

"What??"

I showed him the can and he burst out laughing. Then I collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles too. And while we were both laughing ourselves to tears, he said, "When I said Don't you have some lavender thing, I meant, don't you have a non-stinky insecticide that smells of lavender or some other natural thing that you like so much??"

"How was I supposed to know? You said 'Don't you have lavender..' so I sprayed it with lavender! Cos I DO have lavender!"

He sat back down on the bed with me, both of us getting the last vestiges of laughter out of our systems. And waited. Either for the moth to do something. Or for one of us to come up with a plan that DIDN'T involve lavender.

In the end it flitted down to the floor and I wet a piece of tissue to go at it. But it was in a weird corner and I wasn't sure it would be a one-shot-kill for me.

"Want me to do it?" 

"No. You can hardly see it... (Then, changing my mind)  Ok. Yes. I'm not going to try cos I'll probably hit my hand against the side of the piano trying to get at it."

So HE DID IT. But not before muttering a "Sorry buddy... " under his breath.

"Done."

"Show me!"

I made him half open the tissue so I could see it. And I sure as heck made certain it was well and truly dead!

After that exciting interlude we continued talking till I heard mum go into her room and shut her door.

Which is when I asked BIKSS if he wanted to cuddle. 

And we did. I found a new dragon hair - he has this one strand growing on the inside of his upper arm... he called it his dragon hair. But the original one must have gotten yanked out cos it disappeared some time ago. Well, last night while laying on his arm I felt a tickle against my cheek. When I lifted my head to have a look I found a new one growing. Finer, and shorter, than its predecessor... but it was definitely there. 

"Dragon hair daddy!"

He didn't realise it had grown back either so he was quite pleased about that. It's his lucky dragon hair, he says. 

Anyway.. I started nuzzling on the inside of his arm, and planting kisses up and down as he talked... and suddenly in mid-sentence he said, "You'd better stop doing that... Roger's getting hard."

"You like that? Like in a sexy way?"

"It's naaaaise."

So I continued doing what I was doing. Did he honestly think I was going to stop?

I had pulled off my tee and he reached to pull down the cup of my bra when I hollered, "No wait, let me take it off. It's only $5!"

What I meant by that was that it wasn't by any means a 'good quality' bra as it was soooo cheap, and I wasn't sure it could stand up to the manhandling. LOL.

He laughed at that too. It was a bit of a weird laughy-jokey night. 

Until he said to please take something off. For some reason my brain glitched and I got hot and bothered by that "please". I'm still thinking about that line today. Which tells me something is definitely up. 

Somehow it just triggered a fantasy of a transactional sexual encounter, or one involving unfamiliar people who are just beginning to get acquainted. 

A daddy and a little having sex for the first time maybe... but it seemed more formal than that. There was no lip on lip kissing, just two of us lying in bed and talking... and then me getting faux-horrified cos he stuck his hand all the way down my shorts into my underwear and I exclaimed that I should wear better fitting shorts cos his hand (and it's not a small hand) could get all the way down to my pussy.

I got up to remove it, and I think that's when he said "Please take it off". It's not a typical speech pattern for him. BIKSS is more likely to say "You should take that off" or "I think those shorts shouldn't be on you"... but never PLEASE-something-something. 

It was .. polite. Which brings me back to the feeling of it being transactional. 

And slightly terrifying. In the manner of a captor knowing (and so do you, for that matter) that he has you in his grasp and you're at his mercy and you can't do jackshit about it so would you please do what he says now or else you'll just end up doing it later ANYWAY - but the hard way. 

Ok. My brain has clearly not gotten over this cos as soon as one instance is played out another pops into its place. 

I'm still thinking about that possibility of a more transactional encounter - not necessarily a sex worker... more like a paid sub. I'll do what you tell me to. But as things can go very south very quickly, he's thought about being polite, creating some semblance of earning my trust. Please take that off... (and then I will continue to have my way with you). 

In any case, it turned out to be a quick but very hot session. He took off his pants too and his cock was at the ready. "Roger's hard I see..."

"What are you going to do about that?"

I wrapped my hand around him and he moaned. 

He dislodged his cock from my grip almost immediately and moved upwards to my face. He proceeded to stick it in my mouth, pumping right into the back of my throat. 

I gagged. I looked up at him as he grunted his approval. And he smiled. 

His "Good girl" smile. 

Safewords

We were talking in bed, as we are wont to do. And discussing scenarios that might go down better for us than the last debacle. 

"What would you immediately think about when planning a scene?" I asked BIKSS.

1) Bondage

2) Some kind of struggle

3) Some measure of force

We talked about my refusing to let him fuck me, or refusing to open my mouth for his cock. 

SCREEEECH! Sorry about the noisy brakes. Hello? Why on earth would I not want to allow him to fuck me or put Roger in my mouth? 

"Yeah, see, that's the problem. You'd be like 'But this is me... hello?' " he replied.

So I made him a pinkie promise that in my bedroom there would be NO circumstance under which he isn't allowed to fuck me - anywhere. Subsequently, that implies that if I should push his hand away from my tit, clit, anything, or if I were move my face away from his approaching cock, or if I clamped my legs together to prevent entry, he is to take that as a sign of "play" and go ahead and "force" me anyway. 

You see, the problem is that BIKSS is too nice to "force" anyone to do anything. Even now, and I told him this and he agrees, if he were to reach over for a nipple while we were rolling around in bed and I moved his hand away, holding it tight against my face or tried in any other way to distract him from his original intention, he would acquiesce. Willingly. Readily. 

I am sympathetic. This man has gone beyond all that he was taught regarding respecting and treating women in a certain manner, to be the Dom he is to me today. He doesn't deny there is a part of him that finds a thrill in it, takes to it easily even. But by and large he is really quite comfortable being an easy-going sorta guy. Yes, even in bed. 

I reassured him by saying that if it got too scary or too real (the way play-fights between kids can turn into real fights) I would safeword my way out of there. In my mind I thought, well, at the very most I would break down and cry and wail again...

But he was concerned about a safeword for HIM. 

That threw me. 

"You have a safeword. I don't," he stated. 

Um, well. Okaaaay. I thought about it for half a second. 

"You can use my safeword too!"

I Don't Want To Play Anymore

BIKSS had an office thing and so he was in a suit. YUM! Not a common getup cos it's too warm where I live. 

So he decided to capitalize on it and had me anticipating the evening's session all afternoon. I got out some rope, as he requested, so that when we got home after picking me up it would be ready and accessible. 

He made a request for me to wear an office skirt and a top with buttons down the front, and eventually we decided I would put on the exact outfit I was wearing the night I passed out and he rescued me and took me safely home. 

So everything was fine up to the point I cried. 

Let's see, he brought in a dining room chair and had me sit on it, still dressed, and then he put a blindfold on me. I'm fine with that. I like being blindfolded. It quietens and comforts me.

Next he had a bit in my mouth. But later on abandoned that idea, I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps because his intended role-play scenario required me to actually talk. 

Speaking of, I had NO idea there was going to be any role-playing going on. Perhaps I might have been able to talk him out of it if I knew in advance, or we might have had a chance to discuss a scenario we were both (read: * I *) comfortable with. 

Anyway, after this he proceeded to tie my hands together behind the back of the chair and then used the same length of string to tie my feet one to each chair leg. 

Still fine. Restraints aren't a problem for me. I relish the helplessness somewhat. 

And then he started interrogating me. I was confused. I was thrown off. I had NO idea we were doing this. It took me by surprise and then after a moment I figured it was a role-play thing. Ah. Ok, I could do this. I got into it a little, being all sassy and giving him lip and it was kinda fun for a little while. 

The physical aspects didn't present a problem to me at all. He had pegs on my nipples, he spanked the top of my breasts with the spatula, having pulled my blouse straps and bra down my shoulders to expose them first of course... 

He had my skirt pushed up high so that he could rub my clit and stick a vibrator between my legs... all still good. 

And then he removed the blindfold and had me open my eyes. 

And that's when it all went to hell. I looked straight ahead and saw him there, looking fine in his suit. The man I love who would do all he could to keep me safe. And here he was looking back at me. I shut my eyes. There was NO emotion going thru me. I was feeling the physical sensations, the stimuli was overpowering. 

Yet when he had me open my eyes again, I said no. He commanded it tho - and eventually I did. That's when I couldn't hold back anymore. 

I looked straight at him, said "I don't wanna play anymore" then shut my eyes and kept repeating it till I broke down and cried on the 3rd or 4th reiteration. Ok, more like wailed. 

I must have alarmed him, but I couldn't control it. The sobs came, big heaving ones, and he came straight in front of me, removed the vibe and cradled my head in his hands. 

I remember soft words. I remember the smell of his cologne. I remember him kissing the top of my head. And when I was a little calmer, he moved his hands to the pegs on my nipples and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he removed them, then massaged the pain away before holding me some more. 

After I had calmed down even more, he gently leaned over to one side to speak quietly into my ear, telling me he was going to remove the rope. I nodded and he proceeded to release the knots. He motioned for me to get on the bed but it turned out that I slunk off the chair and into a kneel and draped my upper body in his lap where he was, by now, sitting on the bed.

And I cried and I wept and I did all the things associated with leaking tears a person could do. 

He eventually positioned me on the bed so that we were laying down side by side, and he cuddled me till I stopped. 

We talked later, after I knocked back a shot of whisky, and if I'm to be completely honest about it, I think the thing I wasn't comfortable with was the role he assumed in the scenario. He was mean and yucky and perhaps opening my eyes to visually capture the image of my hero with this nasty persona wasn't something I could meld together in my mind. 

Also, if I was tied up and told to do something by my captor, I would weigh the options and decide for myself if it was in my best interest to comply. This is NOT the case when your "captor" is also your Dom. Heck, I'm programmed to obey him. Talk about mindfuck. So to be really true to the scene I would have just chosen to keep my eyes shut and be totally uncooperative. Which would have f*cked up the whole scenario at some point. Not exactly something I wanted to happen. See my dilemma?

So anyway, I asked BIKSS if this meant that I didn't trust him. After ascertaining that there was no fear during the whole episode, and that it wasn't because I saw Dark Wing Dom again, he decided that it wasn't an issue of trust. Instead, he reckons it was just one of those things that I can't handle because it brings to the forefront how exposed I am - and that when I have my eyes shut I can't see anyone looking at me. But once I had them open I became extremely aware of someone else looking at me in my predicament and that's just about as far as I can go with the whole being put in the spotlight thing. 

I don't exactly quite get it myself, or why whatever happened happened... so I'm asking BIKSS to share his POV:

I don’t get to wear suits very often so the event I was attending last night gave me the opportunity to play out an interrogation scenario that I thought would be fun.

Fondles wore an outfit in accordance with my earlier instructions and designed such that I would find easy access to her tender bits.  

I intentionally kept her in the dark about the scenario so she would have to improvise. Looking back there had been, I’ll admit, some question as to how she would react to the scene, although the actual reaction wasn’t one I expected. 

One of Fondles’ difficulties is looking at me while she is in a compromising position. Having her open her eyes, I thought, would fit into the whole interrogation scenario; nasty man forcing her to look at him while she was in a position of vulnerability. I wasn’t prepared for what happened. 

The change from sassy captive to crying sub happened in a flash. Before I knew it she had broken down and was in tears. The safe-word had not been uttered but at that moment it was the furthest thing from my mind. Fondles was breaking down and I needed to get her off that chair and into my arms.    

The first thought that ran through my mind as I held her in my arms was that I’d overstepped the line separating the acceptable and the unacceptable, and somehow gone into Dark Wing Dom mode, something I’d said I would never do again.  She said, thankfully, that that wasn’t so. 

We discussed it and the only conclusion I could come up with was that there remains in Fondles a “failsafe” that serves to protect her regardless of the level of security in existence. Much like a sprinkler system in a factory it’s there acting as a safety device, it is there watching for moments when saving is required, keeping quiet when there is no need. 

Last night’s scene was one such moment. The man she had come to care for was standing in front of her - but the words that were coming out of his mouth were rough demands for her to open her eyes. The contradiction that she was forced to look at aggravated her discomfort to the point the fail-safe was activated. 

She has been in vulnerable positions in front of me before, and while it may be uncomfortable, she will do it because I tell her to. I believe this time the clash of what she heard, what she saw and what she felt because of what she had to do was just too much. So much so that she didn’t even have the wherewithal to utter her safe-word.  

That said, scenarios like this are not something we will be exploring again anytime soon, if ever.