It had just been since dinner, so probably about four or five hours. He’d given me quite a workout, though, so I sort of needed to recharge. It wasn’t really a sort of controlled eating thing so much as a “you kicked my ass for five hours so now we’re making quesadillas” thing.

I have experienced a sort of dynamic that you were probably looking for there where the dominant takes control of food. But, it was pretty lax and it was more saying what I would eat that day than anything else because I like those little control things such as being told to wear a certain pair of panties or to not masturbate that day or the whole Secretary four peas kind of bag.

Except definitely more than four peas. A girl needs her veggies.