Tea for Two?

Sometimes life, or in this case death gets in the way of blogging, playing and serving.  Ummmm not sure they were in the correct order.  The standard chores have been completed and protocols
In the main observed. Sometimes I wish Mistress was stricter with the curtseying and other times I'm glad She's not.

Work has been manic, the Xmas rush has arrived full on.  I've had to take a day off work just so Mistress could have a day of service and play.  What a play, three hours of domination, control and submission.  Since we have become empty nesters a spare bedroom has been left sparse, this means it can be converted quickly into a playroom.  Currently we have a bondage chair and a cock and balls stocks.  We need a collapsable spanking bench to complete the set.

Because I had taken the extra day off Mistress decided that we would use an afternoon tea voucher I had been given for my birthday, She phoned through the reservation and we were set.  The plush swanky hotel was about 3/4 of an hours drive away.  Funnily enough I had done some work there about 20 odd years ago.  It was interesting to return and see the changes.....Old.  Cherry Wood and polish lingered in the air.  I'm always nervous going to this sort of thing, it's a bit posher and showier than I am, normally I wouldn't choose this sort of venue, it's just not me...... What really set me on edge was that we were using a voucher, ok I know it was a present and all that, but I always stress a bit in that sort of environment, I would have rather paid the bill and not used the voucher.  Mistress of course was having none of it.  We duly were seated at an oval table with a starched white cloth, the Seats were extra large, colourful old persons high back soft furnished affairs that you just sank into so that the table was 2 inches too high to eat from.  An Eastern European waiter swept into view and plonked down a teapot and a hot water pot.  I handed over the voucher, he took it and left us. Was that a look of scorn?  Shortly afterwards another man appeared carrying a three tier silver plater loaded with cakes, scones, a jelly shot glass for each of us and some very dainty sandwiches, no crusts, small and neat.  After I had poured the tea we tucked in.  We've been together many years, funnily enough we still have much to say to each other, I can still get Her to laugh.  Sometimes there are long silences between us, but that's fine we are happy just to be together in each other's company.

Mistress sat looking what She is, classy, feminine, truly wonderful, I'm so lucky.  The surroundings of old wooden panelling, rich tapestries, log fire and subdued lights suited Her.  I kept thinking I should have been naked, kneeling at Her feet, collar round my neck, serving Her, being fed titbits from Her hand.

Sometimes when we play Mistress will ask if I want a drink, if I say yes She takes a large sip from a glass of squash, plants Her lips to mine and I drink from Her lips.  It's a very intense experience full of trust, love and dominance.  It bonds me closer to Her, being dependent for my basic needs strengthens my submission to Her.

Frequently I have thought that a sub should be fed by his Mistress by Her hand, the bonding ritual of need and giving cementing the relationship in a spiritual as well as a physically way bringing us closer together.  I have always imagined that I should be naked at Her feet, my hands secured behind my back. Mistress sitting, I watch Her eating first, then She picks up my bowl and spoon and feeds me. Controlling what I eat, how fast I eat, me completely dependent, owned, loved.

I'm of the belief this should happen as often as practical, but at least once a week.

We are off to another Femdomme event soon, maybe I will get to serve a Mistress tea and cake followed by lashings of fun!
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