Gluttony and gratitude

After consuming what He declared was the best burger in Australia (someone became something of a burger critic during his time in America) last night and staggering back to the hotel to lie belly up like two pregnant pups, it was something of a surprise to find that this morning we were slated in for breakfast at Pancakes in Paradise. For those American readers the closest comparison would be an IHOP, if you can imagine it with service slowed down to a snail's pace. It was a surprise because well the meals are generous in size and well, He was still rattling on about the burger. Actually He was trying to work out if there was some way to squeeze in another one for lunch.

Anyway back to pancakes and waffles and eggs and bacon and sausages and hash browns and toast and mushrooms and, and, and...

Well in fairness He had pancakes; chocolate ones smothered in sauces and fruit and cream and chocolate chips and dusted generously with icing sugar (just in case some member of the sugar family wasn't represented). One small slave might have consumed the rest, minus the waffles, pancakes and toast. The chilli fries last night were something of a gastronomic Russian roulette without the adding of extra bullets at breakfast.

After that we hopped on the light rail to go to His favourite gaming shop, where one tried to look interested as he hummed and harred over this and that. It took hours; in fact it was lunch time by the time we made it back to our end of town. Not that we were very hungry, in fact both of us admitted to fancying something light. So one suggested we do a little Yum Cha at a place one had spotted yesterday, when we went out for the lube that was forgotten in yesterday's kerfuffle.

So off we scampered up the escalator where one's nose was met by the most agreeable of smells... the nose never lies about food. And lo we found the Nirvana of Yum Cha. It was fresh, it was delectable and they carried an extensive menu. A menu might one add that a certain someone ordered from most generously, considering He is the only one who can eat most of what was ordered. He mowed through the offerings sighing and whimpering with pleasure.

A fact one was to remind Him of as he whined and whimpered during the walk back to the hotel, made in an effort to stave off the sugar rush that was threatening to put him in a carbohydrate coma.

See there was one tiny problem with all this gastronomic excess...

We had reservations for dinner...

At the only place one actually wanted to dine in, in fact it was the only thing one actually wanted to do while at the coast... the food is that good.

So He did the only decent thing. He manned up and took one out and tried not to look too distressed when a plate of oysters was plopped down in front of him with great aplomb. And He only looked slightly bilious when he thought one wasn't looking...

And one small slave is grateful for His courage in the face of such adversity...

Of course that gratitude was somewhat mitigated later that night when drifting off He asked, where's my pillow?

Under your head?

Not these ones, the black one He replied

There is no black one

Yes there was He insisted. I put it in the car. There were two of them; yours and mine.

Um, there was no yours. There was one pillow and one doona tucked up in a pillow case both of which are here.

So you didn't pack mine He confirmed

You didn't ask.

Mutters next time perhaps He will be a little less concerned about which pair of red Converse to pack and respect the system :D

The flurry

Normally packing is done is a calm orderly fashion. There are lists, checklists, and then with great precision the packing commences.

Then there is Him; the human spanner in the proverbial works. The one who waits until you are nearly finished packing before wandering out, bearing a pair of red Converse trailing from his fingertips, saying I think I'll wear the other ones and pack these instead.

Sighs He doesn't respect the system...

Bastard!

Precursors

It was a strange day; He had a migraine which wiped out most of his day and one small slave scuttled back to the doctors. The ear is feeling funny, which is code for that area may erupt into a major infection at any time. Mostly one wanted a script because we are about to go away for a couple of days. There is nothing more miserable than trying to get in to see a doctor in a strange town or worse, spending hours at an A&E.

He declared that he will be going on holidays. In fact it was strongly intimated that it would be alone if necessary.

Smiling sweetly one pointed out that if one is going to be ill, then a four star hotel with room service is where one wants to be...

There's a much better chance of being fed for starters

Sighs sometimes one suspects He doesn't understand a girl's needs at all...

P.S. There will be place holders put up on the blog for the next couple of days, which will be filled upon our return.  Catch you on the flip side :)

Cruel tricks

There was a brief moment today when one was curled up on the lounge imbibing the bean. It was at that instant, when satisfaction has spread and all is right with the world, when He chose to make subtle hints that now would be a nice time for grilled haloumi snacks. So as one was passing in front of Him, legs suddenly shot out catching one between them and the coffee table that takes two people to move. And there one was neatly trapped... not the actions of a man in need of a snack at all.

It did however offer Him a perfect opportunity to land stinging blows upon one's naked arse, thighs and assorted spots that his freakishly long arms could reach. And there wasn't a damned thing one could do to get away from the slaps as they rained in from all directions, turning flesh to shades of pink and scarlet...

Mutters and He wonders why sometimes one is reluctant to jump at his command

Trapped in paradise

Today was another fun filled day spent... you guessed it... gaming. It was a leisurely five hour game of Concordia. And really it wasn't that bad...

Except that this was the view out of our friend's apartment window...

And all one could do was think about all the other things that could be done on such a beautiful day

Sighs everyone thinks that being a slave is one sexy scene after the other... when in reality it is nowhere near as hot

The cunning escape from gaming

We went out to the doctors where the breasts finally got the all clear, well they aren't, it's just that they are so fibrous and with so much muscle underneath that it can feel like lumps. Anyway for the moment there is no threat of needle biopsies so one is very happy. A world without sharpies or pointies works just fine as a concept as far as one is concerned.

We then wandered down the road and had a delicious breakfast, did a dump run... that had mysteriously grown from a bit of packaging to everything His mother could find, including a wheelbarrow... and grabbed some groceries for tonight's gaming, before going home to contemplate a little lunch before sex and a snooze...

That was when breakfast hit and one spent the next six hours in gastric distress.

No gaming for one small slave...

Of course now one has to go tomorrow, but no gaming tonight.

In this world you have to grab onto the positives with both hands :)

Sighs you know His plan of more sex than anything else doesn't seem to be working, but it is looking better by the minute when faced with this much gaming... oh crap this was some sort of master plan wasn't it

Bastard!