From the Vault of Goddess Karen

Installment number 2 from the musings & journals of the Goddess, who is an advocate for hard work and vegetables. Not two things you think might go together, but then again we ARE in my vault. Just about anything is possible here….

Many a pious soul has said that servitude is its own reward. Having done my share of selfless acts in the past (yes, I have!) I may tend to agree. I may also tend to believe that I am now reaping the rewards karmically of such selflessness.

My boy scrubs my kitchen floor wearing just his boxers. He does the old fashioned hands-and-knees cleaning that my great grandma would approve of and takes pride in his work. He’s already dusted, vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom & done the dishes, plus Goddess knows what else since I can’t be bothered with housework.

Crossing my arms, I supervise as he finishes. “Could you eat off that floor?” I ask.

“Oh, you could eat off this floor,” he answers with confidence, so I have the whim to put him to the test. Not that the smell of disinfectant is necessarily an aphrodisiac, but I appreciated it nonetheless. See, being a domina isn’t all about discipline and kinky sex acts, though that can factor largely into it. No, sometimes an everyday event presents one with an opportunity to exercise the power balance in the dom/sub relationship. It keeps it fresh to take advantage of such control on the spur of the moment. Such exploits need not be confined to the bedroom.

For instance, this sparkling kitchen will do just fine. We’ve had peas & diced carrots as part of our dinner and there are some leftover. No, I would not be so cruel as to dump the vegetables in a pile and make him snarf them up; a bit more creativity is called for. I send him out of the room to create my masterpiece.

On the floor in a line I lay individual peas & carrots as though they were a pearl necklace unstrung. Pea, carrot, pea pea carrot. The line runs perhaps two feet. I call him back in for the challenge, giving instructions not to inhale them (can’t have my beloved choking) but rather to eat them one by one off of the immaculate linoleum.

It takes him a little while. I remain patient. He uses teeth, tongue and lips to eat the pearls I’ve cast before him, no questions asked. He is particularly good with his tongue. Plus I love watching him in boxers. Ass in the air. What a sight. What a good boy he is. I’m impressed with his devotion. For it is the devotion that I marvel over. It makes me tingle. Squeeze my thighs together.

His task complete, it’s time to move on to the next luxury. I allow him to bathe me in our freshly scrubbed tub and massage my back. This is an added bonus aside from my weekly massage and I relish it. What tension a goddess can carry at the end of a long day! He recognizes my suffering and does what he can to relieve it. Dries me off. Holds my robe. Then he proceeds to take me in the bedroom and please me as a man should. That talented tongue… God bless America.

So remember: seek out the roleplay in the everyday.  And eat your vegetables! You never know where it may lead.