i tried to kill Him again...yes i cooked for Him again.:( Cooking for Him makes me so nervous but now i am accepting that if i do He will end up sick...
8:00 am i am rushing across town to meet the plumbers and let them in His house. Master bought a new fridge and He needs the water hooked up. How sweet was it that He thought of me and told me now i can have ice water all the time..
i call Him to let Him know it has been fixed. He is very happy and as usual He lets me know He is pleased. i had decided i wanted to do something for Him to show Him how happy i am...what should i do,hmmmm...ah yes i should cook for Him again. Last time i cooked His sugars were over the charts..what are the odds they would be again,i think to myself. i'll just be careful...
He can hear the beeping in the background and asks about the noise. i inform Him i am cooking dinner for Him and He can just heat it up when He gets home. He is very pleased. As i am making the meatballs i think now how can i step this up...really show Him that i do love to do things extra for Him...
i decided to make things a little more fancy for home. i know in the hall closet are place mats..how lovely they even have hearts on them. Smiling to myself how silly it is to get excited over hearts i set His place. The place mat with the hearts, black linen napkin (folded like a fan),and the firk and knife tucked in on the napkin and held together with the pretty hand blown napkin ring i found at the consignment store. i step back to make sure it is all perfect..ohhh i almost forgot to set the coaster just perfect for His drink...it looks perfect. Smiling to myself i head back to the kitchen to check on the meal of poison :(
In His drawer i find a muffin mix...thinking well it would be too many carbs for one meal but He can have these in the morning for breakfast. i wonder what are the odds He has a muffin pan, heading out to the garage where He keeps the overflow from the kitchen...score there is one. Now i am feeling so excited which wow finding a muffin pan does this for me...washing it i think what are the odds there are muffin papers in a Master's house...omg can't believe my eyes. There are the cutest muffin papers with hearts on them. yay! surely if He sees the hearts He will know i care..this is how my silly mind works.
So dropping the meatballs and noodles into the sauce i decide that i want the muffins to look like they would on a farm. Off i go for the hunt..so far i have been 2 for 2 so maybe i can find some pretty paper or a cloth. ohhh i remember the bag of linens in the closet of the room Master calls my room. Digging through the bag i find the prettiest cloth napkin. Navy blue with little flowers on it., Holy hell i love this house...it is a gold mine of little things to cover every detail. After all the details are important when you are trying to go above the normal service. i was right the muffins look so cute.
i do my usual walk through the house..yes the glass door has no smudges and is locked. The deck table clean and ashray dumped. The remotes all in a line perfectly...not a wrinkle in His comforter..slippers facing out so they can easily be slipped on....chair pushed in at the desk and papers turned slightly sideways....the little ends tucked in the toilet paper like at the hotels...towels hanging perfect..ahh yes place setting looks great...coffee is made and on the timer...dinner looks pretty in that serving dish ( glad i remembered to wipe the sides of it with the paper towel just like on tv) and kitchen table mats all over lapping just perfect.Shit, i run through the house one more time doing the mental check....shutting the door behind me and locking it , i am happy with my day.
Driving back across town i think how i wish reality would not get in the way..how i would love to not have anything else to do but special little things for Him. He is such a wonderful Master and so genereous with me..that would be lovely if life would allow me to treat Him like a king everyday from the moment He woke to the moment He fell asleep at night.
Paying attention to details i think is very important when in service..it shows you have taken the time to actually think about what would please this Master...as They do when setting a scene..i just wish i had the ability to do this everyday all day...Reminding myself to be grateful for what i am allowed to do and not wish for something else...
Well bless His heart He loves His dinner and the way the house looks. He praises me for my efforts and i feel all warm and snuggly inside...By the time i reach His house to spend our evening time together He is not feeling well.i have done it again..,.i tell Him that maybe i should stop trying to cook for Him because now this is the second time i have made Him sick. He tells me again how good it was but it is not sitting well. i am not feeling good either so i try to convince myself that it is not my cooking but rather a flu..yes that's it..must be a flu. He dismisses me early to face the night of discomfort.
Now the reality is W/we do not have the flu..nice try on my part though. i most likely am getting ready to start and of course that means that damn enema is hanging over my head..i have tried wishing my period away but oh hell no..it comes anyway. Now Master on the other hand is a great Man that eats my cooking regardless of the fact He faces a night of hell when He does...
So, note to self, stop fucking cooking and do what your best at...pleasuring His cock! Leave the cooking to the ladies on tv and simply remain on your knees so that you are of some use...lmfao what a week....
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