On your knees, boy!
In the unlikely event that you doubt my word, yes, there really *is* such a holiday. As a side note, I don’t recommend doubting my word. But back to our holiday celebration…Steak and Blowjob day came about in response to Valentine’s Day. The notion has quite the following, or at least on the Internet, where most things are possible.
Note that I said possible.
Because while I rather like the notion of an infinite number of universes, in none of them do I see me sucking cock. Or fixing you a steak. So it is time to don your apron, and hustle on to the kitchen. I like my meat medium rare.
Yours will be as rare as they come….flesh and blood. After all, I shouldn’t have to eat without entertainment. It will be rather like a kinky dinner theater. I’ll have my filet mignon and wine, and you’ll have a nice, thick cock to suck.
Tonight You Are Only Allowed the Head
Don’t think that I can’t see you salivating over the idea. When it comes to sissy bitches like you, I’m like the Oracle of Delphi. I have all the answers, and there is no reason for you to “know thyself”. I already know you. Every last greedy inch of you. And I know that if allowed, you’d forsake the rule of “nothing in excesss” and you’d be attacking that cock with your whore mouth, desperate to suck it’s life force into your waiting receptacle.
But that isn’t going to happen. No, siree.
You are going to confine yourself to pleasuring the head of my friend’s cock. That and nothing else. And you aren’t allowed to use any hands either. A good cocksucker doesn’t need to have hands, and you, sissy slut, will be a good cocksucker. When I am done with you, that is.
