He could hear the sound of metal on metal, making his skin crawl until he recognised that it was a swingline can opener being used. His eyes grew big under the mask as he could smell different things starting to come to him while he knelt where she had put him. Sweet and savory and vinegary... It all mixed as he took in a deep breath.
A hand on his shoulder and a calm word let him up from his place on the floor. The blindfold was taken off, the light much brighter than before he had been in darkness. The Dom smiled as he looked and saw the cans of food that had been opened and then dished into clear bowls. Chocolate pudding. BBQ beans. Tomato ketchup. A few things he did not recognize. He was wondering, and hoping, about the large dill pickles.
A towel was on the armless chair and some cling-wrap was on the sturdy table. The Dom moved and he saw that she had taken her boots off, a slight moistness on her feet from her washing them as he had been kneeling. Her hands went to her top and started to undo it, the breasts he had been hoping to see finally released. She sat on the table and smiled. She reached for the pudding and a large spoon. His eyes were transfixed as she scooped out some of the pudding and brought one foot up to smear it along her instep and toes. More was ladled out and her nipples were covered with the chocolate.
“I think it is snack time.”
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