#tea bitch

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We made it back to the AirBNB and my Domme parked her vehicle. We sat there awhile with her running her hands through my hair and smiling. She thought I had a giddy look on my face and asked what was causing me to smile and I told her I was just very thankful to be in her presence.

After more time playing with my hair and enjoying a quiet moment, my Domme then asked how badly I wanted to be marked up. She really wanted to leave me with marks before heading back to work later that night and said doing it in the car felt particularly fun. She teased that she could mark up my neck. I asked her to please not do that and she asked if I was sure. I said I was and then she smiled and then teased that it just meant I wasn’t in deep enough subspace yet if I wasn’t begging for it.

Domme’s note: Yes, I would have loved to mark him up but there was no way I would have left marks on his neck. I am too conscientious about his professional reputation to consider it seriously. But some marks along his collarbone was certainly an option if he had asked for it. And, just to re-iterate, having limits or being uncomfortable with something does not make you a bad sub or mean that you are not deep enough in subspace.

We then unloaded the car and headed back upstairs to the apartment. It was now approaching 9 p.m.

Once we were back inside the apartment, my Domme had me take off my sweatpants and then snapped the sides of my jockstrap. She had me kneel and then I asked permission to please kiss her hands. She granted this request and I kissed them very eagerly.

I blushed and looked up at her and then asked if I may please have permission to kiss her boots. My Domme seemed a little surprised by this and said to do it. I knelt down and kissed each boot and smelled the leather on them. I could have been easily intoxicated by her boots, I think. She told me I did not have to stop, so I kissed each boot three times before looking up again.

My Domme then ordered me to my feet and walked over to her bag and handed me a pair of silky pants she brought with her. My Domme wanted me to wear them while cooking.

She then told me to head towards the kitchen but to stop before the doorway. I did so and then she ordered me to brace my hands against the doorframe. She asked if I would like to be beaten like this. I said I would but that I was still very sore from earlier and my arms were sore bracing against the doorframe like this.

I was then ordered into the kitchen and told to find a pan for the dinner items we purchased. She said to place the items on the pan evenly, to warm up the oven and then told me to begin washing the dishes from earlier while she put another pot of water on the stove for tea.

As I was washing dishes, my Domme came up behind me and ran her hands over my behind. She wanted to know how her touch felt through the silky material instead of bare skin. It felt very soft and cool. I kept washing dishes and she mentioned how I was a good dish washer for trying not to get distracted and to keep focused on my tasks even while she touched me.

She then ordered me to put my hands on the sink and to brace myself. She ran her hands over my body and I whimpered. I loved both being toyed with in this way and feeling the loss of control. She also squeezed and slapped my behind a few times.

Domme’s note: Correction. I told him to stop when he finished his current dish and as soon as he sat the dish down he braced his hands on the edge of the sink, stepped his feet back and spread his legs farther apart. He may have been reading my mind for what I would have commanded but he got into that position naturally. It was a lovely position to enjoy him a variety of ways but I restrained myself to running my hands over his back and torso and giving him some medium strength swats.

Before I knew it, it was time to put our dinner in the oven. Then it was back to washing the dishes. My Domme mentioned she had wanted to wear her heels but she was in comfortable clothes and thought she would look a little ridiculous in them. She felt like she would have to change into different clothes to wear her heels and I told her she would look amazing in anything and if she wanted to wear heels with what she had on, then she should.

Domme’s note: Submissive does not automatically equate passive. Pet has his own opinions and often takes initiative in encouraging me. I did think I would look silly in sleep shorts and heels but knowing that he would appreciate the picture I made anyways, made up my mind to take the heels for a whirl. I am not much of a heel-wearing kind of person but I had brought them specifically to let him experience whether heels made any difference to him in a scene.

She went to the back room and then returned with heels on, along with the t-shirt I left her. We hugged at this point and I thanked her for wearing my shirt. She made it look really good and much better than I could have.

She hand-fed me some of the caprese salad as I completed the dishes. I am not a huge tomato fan but the sauce that was on the tomatoes made them taste good. They reminded me of Greek salads that I used to eat at work.

After that, it was time for the food to come out of the oven. I was given a sharp knife and told to cut each item in half and to put them on both of our plates. She asked if I wanted the stuffed cabbage and I said please no. My Domme allowed this but said I would have to try some brussel sprouts. She put some on a fork and then had me open my mouth and fed them to me. They actually were not too terrible and better than I remembered them being from the last time I had them.

Once I had the food on both of our plates, she poured the tea. It was part of the new flavor experiences of the night as had never had white tea before. I was then told to bring both of our plates to the couch and to join her. She had me sit on the couch and told me I could eat right away.

I sat and waited for her to join me on the couch. My Domme thought I did not like the food because I had not touched it, but it wasn’t that. Even with her permission to eat, I did not want to start without her. After we were both on the couch, we realized I had forgotten the tea.

I immediately got up to get it and came back and dropped to my knees with my head lowered and tea lifted up to present it to her. Being her tea bitch feels amazing and I love presenting tea for my Domme, while remembering I am her subordinate.

After we had both of our teas with us, I was told to stand up. My Domme decided she wanted me in something different. She had me step out of the pants she had me in and into a grey pencil skirt. I was a little confused because I wanted it to zip up at the front, but it actually zipped in the back. I stepped into the skirt and then my Domme zipped it up and clasped it shut. I really liked being dressed by her and for her viewing pleasure.

When I was allowed back on the couch, I sat with my legs closed. I attempted to sit properly but am unsure how proper I actually was. I barely even noticed the skirt because it was so comfortable. I just had to remember to keep my legs closed.

As we ate, my Domme discussed why I didn’t want her to spend the night in the hotel on Friday. She said that we are of two different minds and she thinks it is also because we are in different points of our careers. I am still battling to make it in my field, so it makes sense why I would be cautious in a somewhat public role.

She also told me it took some extra time getting to my hotel earlier because she took a moment to call her sub that I know as Denver to double-check some of her thoughts with a ‘sub perspective’ and then spent the drive to hotel re-processing with a friend that I know as Portland.

Domme’s note: Sometimes self-talk alone doesn’t cut it. And this was a raw and emotionally charged weekend for both me and pet. I wanted to be centered and have a clear mind when we re-engaged. I didn’t want to have to do front line verbal processing with him as I didn’t want to make him feel like his having limits or needing a clear boundary was damaging or harmful to me.  It was upsetting because it was hard for me to not receive it as a lack of craving time together as much as I did and I needed to work through why that feeling wasn’t an accurate reflection of reality. But my need to process that was not a burden he needed to bear. I told him about it; however, as I wanted him to understand that I had fully processed it and was settled in my positive feelings about it. Irrational fears/feelings begone!

I know my Domme talked to Portland on Wednesday before picking me up for the AirBNB and it meant quite a lot to me to know one of my Domme’s friends was cheering so hard for us. My Domme also had me try some baked goods that Portland sent her. They were delicious!

After talking about the reasoning’s behind the Friday decision, my Domme wanted to know what else I had hoped to experience before our time together ended. I said I had been curious what it would feel like to be her footstool. I also reiterated that I enjoyed being pinned under her foot much more than I expected and quite enjoyed being slapped by her.

About five to six years ago I walked into work one day and told my coworkers, “I’m going to be a Tea Bitch.” My coworkers showed polite interest in this declaration, inquiring as to what being a Tea Bitch entailed. “Basically,” I said, “I’m going to drink fancy tea. Probably with a pinky up.” I had long since lost my tolerance for caffeine, so I began slowly, with the Twinings I remembered from…