A Favorite Found and Games to Play

I think I may have one. Considering that I haven't heard from pup, and that Victoria's Secret canceled the order I made because it's international (and pup has yet to be heard from or resolved it), he's fallen out of favor with me. I have his number... I should call and harass him. "Where's my gifts, pup? Shall I put your information out there for people to have? Or are you gonna pay?"

Nonetheless, I think I may have a new favorite. His name is aaron, but I think I'll rename him pet.

pet is a pathetic but still adorable boy who is like a lost puppy with his tail between his legs. He'll do anything for me if I even mentioned it idly, and he strives to make me happy. Now, while pet isn't a finslave, he's quickly becoming one.

This evening, I was hungry. There was nothing in the house, and I didn't feel like making anything. I texted pet and told him to come and get me to take me somewhere for a meal. Despite him having work at 6 AM (and it was about 12 or 1 when I beckoned), he came anyway.

I don't drive because I like being chauffeured and what better way than to do it in a huge 4-wheeler? I have to HOP into the damn thing to get into the passenger seat (to which he'll say, "may I help you into your seat, Ma'am?").

So, we drive to the nearest Denny's which takes about 30 minutes for whoever knows why. The whole time I'm thinking, "What could I do to make this interesting..."

A game hatched in my head. We arrived and I asked him if he had a phone with a camera on it. He said yes.

"When we get in," I said, idly picking at my nails, "We'll sit for a bit, and then I want you to go into the bathroom and beat off. If the toilet seats are black, cum onto them and take a picture. If they're not black, cum into your hand and take a picture."

I looked up to give him a sharp glare, delighting in the look on his face. I know pet is a shy boy, so I wanted a task that he would have a challenge with.

We got in, sat, a lady (who reminded me of Vanellope von Schweets from Wreck-It Ralph) took our order (he had nothing while I had eggs, turkey bacon, sausage and pancakes to myself), and we sat as I made idly conversation and listened to the obnoxious group of friends in front of us speak loudly.

I watch him adore me with his eyes. Pathetic. My pet is such a lovesick little dog for a Goddess who only has him as a stool to stand on. And yet, the adoration is so strong. This is what Dommes want, boys. Take note.

After a while, I glare at him sharply, "Shouldn't you be doing something?" He jumps, scared. I grin inside. "Go."

He gets up and asks the waitress where the bathroom is.

I enjoy my meal (he paid for it) when it comes, part by part taking in the sausage, the eggs, the turkey bacon (which was the worst turkey bacon I ever had, mind you), and then indulging in the pumpkin pancakes. pet had told me earlier that he loves pumpkin, so I thought it would be nice to enjoy them before he could even see them.

About 10 or minutes after, I get impatient. I text him, "You have 5 minutes. In 5, come out whether you're done or not." If he didn't finish, I was planning to piss on his face tomorrow for not completing the task.

But, in the last minute, he emerged, flushed and smiling, "I did it." And provided his proof.

Probably should have told him to eat it.

We have plans tomorrow if all goes well. He will take me shopping for a new harness for my dildo, and then get a hotel room where I can test it out on him.

Tomorrow sounds like fun. And so, I'll probably get some rest now. I need my energy, of course.