At your service

Remember, I instruct her, this is unobtrusive service. You are invisible, your hands are to be at a military rest position unless otherwise in use, when serving your hand is to remain under the plate/glass unless you are placing it on the table, do not allow your hand to touch theirs. Do not engage the guests and only short answers unless it is expressed that you speak freely, do not let me down I am responsible for you. She nods nervously and I can tell she has been practicing in the short while since I was in her home grooming her for this evening. The Mistress of the house has gone to bed before her guests arrive and like a spinning plate act I have everything moving smoothly, it is my duty to perform and reflect well on She whom I am serving. My sweet aid is cursing under her breath pleading that we only need a third of the baguette and she should be allowed to stop. I refuse her this request having this baguette specially made for this evening I want it cut to its entirety. I took great care in preparations, pre-ordering, diets checked and everything She desired achieved no matter how many stores I needed to go to. she grumbles on cursing the knife she chose out of drawer and whimpers that her arms are growing tired.
The spaghetti is ready and I shake my head at the my disbelief that this is my first dish I prepare for my new family. After going over ideas with Ma'am I jokingly suggested it thinking it would be dismissed, oh how she reads me like a book and finds that part of me that resists and draws it out of me. Busily I Slice and prepare the vegetables for dinner, I offer to trade knives with my now grumbling little aid and she is in my ear liken a little sister would complaining that I somehow withheld this knife from her and proceeds to moan and sigh orgasmically as it now makes little work of the baguette. My hungry little aid is now licking the glass jars and sneaking bites of food as I put the finishing touches on dinner. The guests are arriving and I can hear Ma'am greet them warmly looking amazing in Her long elegant dress. Dinner is ready promptly at 6 and Her guests take their seats. The baguettes with sun-dried tom, capers and feta, spinach salad with raspberry vinaigrette, and a slice of my spaghetti pie. Though a double edge sword I find such pleasure in service such as this, the structure, the ritual. The pride in my service and creating an evening of pleasure as only a whisper in the room. It is not subservience or submission but respect at its most potent. My sweet aid is making me proud as she takes each glass out nervously the way she was trained. As Ma'am's guests dine and visit we prepare the dessert and insure that glasses are filled and Ma'am's guests are wanting for nothing. My sailor mouthed little aid releases a string of profanities and blasphemous words from the kitchen and Ma'am is at her side disapprovingly. "Perhaps a wooden spoon" someone suggested, I forget who;). Now on display my little aid is draped across the table and disciplined for all to see.
Dessert is presented with fruits, marshmallows and pecans I crushed myself with three choices of chocolate fondue(white,dark and milk). I quietly try to clean as to not disturb the guests and feel a soft hand caress my welted ass and a whisper in my ear that I was to read and the first one up so I should hurry. Oh my goodness, I think to myself having just played the night before until the wee hours of the morning, my back and ass deliciously bruised but nothing compared to my silk. My tender silk came and flooded with such pleasures of orgasms, such intense orgasms that I myself lost count around thirty or was it forty. I obediently sat at the table presented for all to see as my little aid crept under the table to awaken my exhausted sex as I read "Fight Club, chapter Two" The room was almost spinning and the painful pleasures of the wand teased my eyes away from the page long enough to lose my place I don't know how many times. How sensually awkward I felt feeling their eyes upon me, my vulgar pussy in this angels face and trying to serve Her well and at least get past the first few words before I submitted to the painful pleasures. I was dismissed after cleaning up the mess in which I created under the table and finished cleaning with my fantastic aid at my side.
I was honored with an invitation to dine on the brilliant words of an amazing soul. I assumed my place on the floor having not been invited onto the furniture and lost myself in words and orgasms of the readers. I dined on the words and was found filled by its end and reflected on them as I was dismissed again to the kitchen to finish.
Car now packed and kitchen cleaned, dishes hand washed and food put away I stand at a military rest and time loses its place for me. I am not sure if I was there for a minute or a few hours but I basked in evenings triumphs and awaited orders as Ma'am and her guests visited and enjoyed each other. We were invited to sit on chairs behind the party and listen as they shared stories and memories.
The evening carried on, the guests trickled off and with the arrival of that amazing souls significant other and my laughing at my sweet aid's almost peep show execution of answering the door I danced with karma as she draws to my attention after they departed that the peep show was mine. Forgetting to button my own top I introduced myself to a perplexed man at my appearance and did understand why, then he left and it was made clear...oooops. What a pleasure the night was and I feel as though I found a sister like friend in this sailor mouthed girl that entered this position reminding me repeatedly that she cant even make Roman noodles and not surprisingly she made me very proud.