Which one of you geniuses over at McKinley thought it would be "good for the cause” to destroy perfectly good food instead of taking 30 seconds out of a 24-hour period to ask either myself or another Dominant for it? For those of you on my side of the fence who don’t already know, I’m referring to the situation in the Dalton cafeteria where the most edible thing here is currently Cheerios — the few I didn’t manage to step on because they’re all over the floor, anyway. If anyone would like to brainstorm punishment ideas for when the culprit is caught, feel free to reach out.














