Cumming or Jelly Babies?

Why is it, just when you are feeling at your least sexy, when you have more metaphorical Bridget Jones big pants on (see previous post), when you feel fat, and want to eat cookies till you feel sick, or plate loads of pasta, drink a beer and belch like a cowboy...why is it then, at that very moment they demand you feel sexy?

Why?

Because they can.

Why did he, last night, decide that it would be a good thing to do to tell me to cum for him, to please him, excite him, when what I wanted to do was curl up with a nice cup of tea on the sofa with a crappy girly book and a packet of jelly babies.

Because he could.

So there I was, kneeling naked on the floor, the air con was not working, so I was slightly sweaty...bear in mind this is an understatement, it was 39C again today and 85% humidity. A sheen of sweat was forming over my body, which he seemed to appreciate.

He told me to get the bowl...the one from which I have to drink when he feels the need to humiliate me, or in his words"when you need to be humiliated", which actually reading it, I think those are two separate things.

Anyway, the bowl was brought out and he told me to look at it, to think about what it meant, what it was. My initial answer was "a bowl".....not entirely true,it is so much more, and we talked about that. He then told me to put the bowl at my feet, and there it stayed for a while while he talked to me about my submission, about how I had to obey him, how regardless of anything; his feelings, anything.................... I am first and foremost...his slave.

I had to put the vibrator in my cunt which was surprisingly wet................ and then he told me to climb up on the bed, and to use the vibrator to make myself cum...but to do it very, very slowly.

I'm not sure what happened, but somewhere along the line.........somewhere in all of this.................I sort of changed my mind........I wanted to cum............for him, to make him happy, to please him. And so very slowly and with just the most gentle of touches for a long time, I played with the vibrator, inside my cunt, on the lips of my cunt, gentle teasing my clit until I was at screaming point..........and waited for the words I needed to hear."cum for me slave"

And when I came............................I floated away on a blissful cloud of happiness as he called me his 
"Good girl".....and lay there with a silly grin on my face.

Somehow the thoughts of cookies, beer, belching and shed loads of jelly babies no longer filled my head...........all I could think of was him, my Master, my Owner.