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So one of the bigger revelations to me about living a service based lifestyle is how, for the most part, it’s not a big, ongoing sex scene. It’s just a different mode of living, altogether.

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I’ll give you an example. On Friday I was working from home. About two thirds of the way through my workday, I started thinking about what I would cook for us for dinner. I ended up settling on a recipe I found for apple-mustard chicken tenderloins.

Yes, they really did look like that. They turned out wonderfully.

After work, I rushed out to the store to pick the stuff up, came home and changed into my training pants and pajamas, and quite carefully set an alarm to remind myself to get cooking about an hour before Missy got home, and then… got caught up first playing video games and then chatting with an old friend.

Oops!

When Missy got home, hungry, and dinner wasn’t ready, she was a bit cross with me, and scolded me. But I promised her I could get dinner together quickly, and did so. And as I said, it turned out to be quite good.

After dinner, she decided she wanted to take a bath, and headed upstairs to do so.

Then she had a wonderful idea. She called me to follow her upstairs, and after the bath was ready, had me use a soapy bath brush (the same one she spanks me with, incidentally) on her back and her feet. This was magical. She felt so good, and I felt so good making her feel that way. I got very little, and the littler version of me felt quite proud to have an actual job to do for mama, and one which we turned out to be quite good at.

She decided there was no sense in my pajamas or training pants getting wet, so she had me strip out of everything before I began.

Afterwards, she decided I needed to be in the bathtub too. She had me come in and lay down where she had just been, and then she bathed me, and rewarded me for my good service, in an appropriately ahem, fulfilling way.

Feel free to use your imagination there.

Afterward, she diapered me for bed, and we drifted off to sleep together, cuddling, wrapped in the warm embrace of our love for one another, and this dynamic that we share.

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AuthorMako Allen
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