I would be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn't excited about Presidents' day weekend. I have no idea what Presidents' day is, or even if it's Presidents', or President's, but I don't care either, because the reason I am excited has absolutely nothing to do with any number of Presidents.
I get to not only spend Thursday night to Monday afternoon with my Sir, I get to be his puppy for large amounts of that time. Not only that, but there will be service and protocol of the kind I've never really done much of before. His morning cup of chai with four sugars goes without saying, but throughout the rest of the day I'll be on hand with Gatorade, Spike and gushers (get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about the kids' chewy sweets) there will be French maid outfit wearing, and kneeling to offer him his tea, or a drink, there will be asking to go anywhere/do anything, the kind of thing that might drive me crazy if it were an every day expectation, but is lighting a fire between my legs when I think about doing all these things for him for the long weekend. Mmmmmmmm
Service of a non sexual nature has never been something I've even considered for more than a moment. Until him. Now I'm not going to start dressing him and packing his gear and doing his housework, but making tea, being on hand for whatever he might need at any given moment - that I can do.
Suffice it to say at this late hour that I'm as excited as all hell, and there is going to be some serious pre-bed time masturbation.
Tell me how it goes! I never really understood non-sexual service...in fact, I'm quite bad at it. I blame it on short attention span, sheer laziness and a need to copulate every hour or so :D
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