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As we finished dinner, my stomach was fluttering a bit. I was growing more comfortable with them, but somehow the mundaneness of the dinner conversation mixed with kneeling and being fed, had my nerves acting up. It was like there was an energy building up in the air.
Mistress looked over at me, as she fed me my last bit of food. I couldn’t help but squirm and rub my thighs together a bit trying to get just a bit of contact, which brought a wicked smile to her face, making the situation between my thighs even worse. It was the kinda smile that told me she enjoyed everything about my predicament – the overtness of our roles, my untempered lust, and the absoluteness of my submission by sitting in a position that caused pain without complaint.
“Come get up, you are going to help me wash the dishes.” Mistress started clearing the table, setting the used plates and wine glasses onto the left side of the sink (for those worried about playing while drinking, Master had a single glass, and Mistress and I shared one – nobody was drunk). Master got up and grabbed a towel, stepping into what appeared to be a rather familiar routine.