The Diaries of Ayesha

I like peanuts. I like peanuts a lot. In fact it’s been commented that I should have been an elephant rather than a pig.

This came to a head of sorts at a dinner with Mistress Minx one night.

We were eating at the North Woods Inn that evening, and one of the features of the place is bowls of peanuts on the tables and the invitation to throw the shells onto the sawdust covered floors.

For me, this is hog heaven, so to speak.

I was just starting to reach for the bowl of peanuts when Minx stopped me with a wicked little smile that promised trouble. She removed four peanuts from the bowl and set them in a line on the table before me.

“If you want your peanuts tonight, you’ll have to earn them,” she said.

“How?” I asked suspiciously.

“Oh the first one is easy for you to earn. When the waitress comes with your dinner, I want you to ask her for peanut butter to put on your steak,” she said calmly.

I looked at her amused and shrugged.

“Very well Mistress, if it will amuse you,” I said.

We talked about how the day at work had gone and her latest music class when the waitress arrived with our meals.

She set them down and asked if anything else was needed.

“Yes, actually. Would you have any peanut butter, chunky or smooth?” I asked felling like I was doing a scene from Wayne’s World about mustard.

“I don’t think so,” she said with an odd expression.

“It’s not important, just a habit from my old college days to eat my steak with peanut butter. Thank you,” I said without a blink.

The waitress walked away from the table glancing backwards occasionally to determine if the people from the Funny Farm were going to be required.

Minx looked at me shook her head in disbelief at my casual handling of the situation and handed me one peanut.

“Thank you Mistress,” I said consuming the nutmeat and disposing of the shell.

She permitted me to eat most of my meal without any other demands, but as I started on my baked potato, she had another order for me.

“See that table over there,” she said pointing to where a couple was sitting with their drinks.

“Yes Mistress,” I said looking where she was pointing.

“I want you to steal their salt shaker,” she instructed.

“You want me to steal their salt shaker?” I repeated.

“Try that again, but not as a question Michael.”

“You want me to steal their salt shaker,” I said again carefully.

“Yes.”

“Very well,” I answered with a hint of hesitation.

I got up from our table and started walking in their direction. As I passed the table I swept a hand across it scooping the shaker up in my hand while they were distracted by the waitress taking their order. Casually, I walked to the back of the room, waited for a moment or two, then returned to our table, setting the shaker next to ours.

She handed me the second peanut, which I thanked her for and ate.

A birthday party was gathered at a table close to ours and Minx directed me to go join the people singing Happy Birthday to the young woman at the table for the third peanut.

At that point I rebelled and refused on the grounds it might get me punched out.

“You’re refusing an order Michael,” she stated.

“Third Law. I must protect myself unless the first two laws are involved,” I said referring to Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics.

“Very well Michael. You will eat that whole dish of pickled cabbage instead,” she directed pointing at the bowl of the purple slimy strands on the table.

“Mistress…” I whined.

“You’ve had worse things in your mouth Michael,” she said handing me the bowl and a fork.

She might have been right, but at that point all I could see what looked like Barney’s entrails before me.

I took the first bite carefully and winced at the taste until I got used to it. After awhile all I could taste was the vinegar of the pickling and didn’t notice the cabbage at all.

Minx sat and watched amused by my facial expressions until I finished the dish and handed it to her.

“Thank you Mistress,” I said and took a sip of coffee to take the taste of vinegar out of my mouth.

She handed me the third peanut and as before I thanked her.

“Now Michael, for the last one, I have something special in mind,” she said. “I want you to go into the men’s room and masturbate yourself until you cum. I want you to catch it in your hand and bring it back to me. Then I’m going to soak the last peanut in it and watch you eat it.”

I just stared at her for a moment. This was going to be a bit more dangerous than liberating a salt shaker or freaking a waitress out with an odd request.

Did I want a peanut that bad?

No, but I did want to please her that badly.

“Yes Mistress,” I said and excused myself.

I walked into the men’s room and entered a stall. I lowered my pants and started stroking myself, trying to ignore the distractions of the people using the toilets around me.

I thought of the pleasure of kneeling before her and being flogged to amuse her. I thought of being permitted to suck her panties clean. I thought of the honor of drinking her hot wine and stifled a moan as I came, catching the puddle of sperm in my hand. I pulled my pants up with one hand and carefully slipped out of the stall and through the door into the main room, keeping my hand cupped so as not to lose any of the demanded liquid.

I slid back into my seat and offered my hand to her below the edge of the table as she looked down at my congealing sperm with amusement.

“Well I can see where I might have just prevented an unwanted pregnancy,” she teased, taking the final peanut and cracking it open. She dropped the nut into my palm and instructed me to roll the nut in my sperm until it was well coated.

I rolled it around until she ordered me to stop and before I could pluck it from my hand she stopped me.

“I want you to lick it from your hand and lap up all your cum until your palm is clean.”

I looked at her miserably and then lapped up the peanut from my hand, licking up the bitter dregs of my sperm as she smiled and watched approvingly.

“You did very well Michael, despite your little rebellion. Perhaps I’ll give you a special treat sometime. I’m sure you’d enjoy a grape soaked in my sweet juices,” she said softly.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied with a slight shudder of anticipation.

The waitress came over and presented the check, which I paid and tipped a little more than usual under Minx's watchful eye and we left the restaurant.

She allowed me to kiss her goodbye and drove off, leaving me with the memory of the evening and a tune in my head.

Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas…”

Chapter 31 Sections 1 to 6

Goober Peas
  Men
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Pandora's Gift
The Velveteen Rabbit
Supermarket Sweep