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Sitting still was going to be the death ofme.
“Master?” I tried to look sweet as herolled his eyes. “Would you like me to serve you in a more active way?”
I thought that was a much better way ofasking to move and do something else besides kneeling in the kitchen but hisexpression said I was sadly mistaken.
“What did I say when you asked me thatquestion five minutes ago?” He went back to cutting up the endless pile ofvegetables that seemed to go in a stir-fry as I squirmed.
“Um, that I would regret it if I askedagain? But Master, last time I just asked if I could help you cut up thevegetables.” And I might have made a face when he pulled out weird-lookinglettuce that had turned out to be some kind of strange cabbage. “This was atotally different question.”
Chinese food was supposed to come in littlewhite boxes with lots of MSG.
I’d been had.
I was going to ask better clarifyingquestions next time when he started talking about meal ideas.
“That was not a completely differentquestion and you know it.” Stepping away from the counter, he turned and gaveme a look that said he was trying to decide how many lines I was going to haveto write.
Shit.
I was going to be at the table all night.
Nodding to himself, he gave me another longstare before going over to the sink to wash his hands, making me wait to figureout what he was going to do.
I wasn’t patient…but I also wasn’t stupid,so I stayed quiet.
That seemed to please him, so I was hopingfor only one page as he walked by me, giving my head a pat. “Wait right there.”
While he did what?
This would’ve been a lot easier if mywaiting had a purpose…well, he’d said my kneeling was because he wanted to lookat me while he cooked, but that was kind of boring.
I had a feeling I should have embraced theboring part of our evening more.
There was definitely a reason Master hadsaid I always had to learn things the hard way…and it seemed like he was stillright about that as he came back in the kitchen carrying interesting thingsthat were probably designed to teach me some kind of lesson.
Goody?
I couldn’t decide how I should be feeling.
As he set them on the table, I realizedsome of the pile were sex toys and some were knee pads.
Knee pads?
What was he going to make me do?
I really should learn to think before Ibratted.
When his hands were free, he walked over tome and held out his hands. “Stand up.”
The cushion was comfortable but still a bitcumbersome to rise from, so I was grateful for the help. “Thank you, Master.”
When I was standing, I stretched up andkissed his cheek, trying to look cute.
It didn’t work.
He gave me a smirk and shook his head. “Youshould’ve tried being cute earlier.”
