Dinner at Sir's part 2

When i last left off i was speaking about how we had all sat down to dinner and i was sitting at Sir's feet. To be honest, there was a couple of other reasons why i was sitting at Sir's feet. Truth be told, the major reason why i asked Sir if i may sit at His feet during dinner was because that is where i wanted to be. As i travel further down the road of my submission, i have become acutely aware that sitting at Sir's feet is the place i desire to be pretty much all the time regardless of where we are. So i was ecstatic to be sitting at His feet during dinner. As dinner unfolded i heard the conversations around me and tried my best to pay attention in case anyone needed anything. i am still shy about interrupting a conversation to ask if anyone needs anything so there was a couple of times Sir either told me or gave me a nudge to let me know if something needed to be done.

After the dinner plates had been cleared away i asked if anyone wanted dessert and almost everyone wanted the same dessert.Warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream. lol As i went to get things prepared slave c asked her Master if she could have permission to help me. i asked Sir and He said it was fine with Him, so i had help! lol slave c is very sweet. As i cut the pie and heated it up, slave c would put ice cream on and deliver it. So things went smoothly and everyone got dessert. More conversation and laughter ensued. After a bit k needed to go home and check on Sir M so i walked her to the door where she and i chatted for a few minutes more and Sir joined us for a few minutes as well. slave c and her Master C joined in on the conversation as well so we all stood there talking until k left. As we all stood there still talking i needed to use the restroom and asked Sir to do so. He decided that i did not have to use the chamber pot while He had guests over so i got to use the toilet. As i was going in, slave c was going out. As per the rules in Sir's house i left the bathroom door open and slave c saw this. i must admit i laughed....slave c complained to Master C that she had to close the bathroom door and i got to leave the door open. Master C told her that He did not know the protocol of Sir's house and was being polite. i had also told slave c that sometimes i had to use the chamber pot and she said she was jealous. lol i have never had a conversation like that in my life...but i am always open to firsts.

Afterward we all headed back into the kitchen to the dining table and Sir told me i could sit at the table....right in between Him and Master G. Eeek! lol Sometimes i act all cool and stuff, but when i get quiet Sir knows i am thinking...usually because i am nervous and i am trying to process something. lol So i was there very quiet and Master G would talk to me and i would go into shy mode. i know when i do that my eyes tend to gravitate either to the floor or someones shoulder, which Sir has told me irritates Him to no end, so i try not to do it. Well slave c had gotten herself caught up in a playful banter with Master G and was digging herself into a hole...lol she was fidgeting terribly with her hands and Master G told her to place them flat on the table and not move them until told. Well Master G noticed i had my hands in between my legs (another nervous habit i think) and in a very humorous and kind tone asked me if i would like to put my hands on the table as well. i shot a quick look to Sir and He gave me that, this-is-funny-that-it's-happening-to-you-and-you'd-better-do-it smile. It was that small smile with one eye brow slightly raised and His smile got bigger and i realized that He was laughing at me! lol i pouted, i know it and Sir and Master G laughed, but i did i was told. i put my hands flat on the table. Like slave c, i was not to move them from the table unless given express permission. Everyone continued talking and i got to learn more about everyone which is something i greatly enjoyed. Eventually slave j ended up with her hands on the table as well, also for getting into a dual of wits about putting hands on the table with Master G. Before long slave l joined the rest of us. i think the reason why Master G had slave l put her hands on the table was for the simple fact that He could. lol So it made for a rather humorous scene really. i can't remember specifics about what we all talked about...we talked about almost everything.

After all of that, everyone decided it was time to leave. It was getting late so i couldn't blame them really. i, myself, was a little sleepy but also revved up from the night. After everyone had gotten their coats it was time to say goodbye. i and slave c exchanged contact information with hopes of speaking again soon. i gave her a big hug and told her i would write soon. i also gave hugs to slave j and slave l and told them i loved meeting them and hoped to see them again soon. Sir also gave me permission to hug Master C and Master G goodbye, which i was thankful for, for if you read the blog about visitors, i am big on hugs! lol i truly enjoyed meeting everyone and loved spending time with Sir in that type of atmosphere,it is something i would love to do again. k told me she would love to go shopping with me next time i visit Sir and suggested that perhaps next time she and Sir M could take Sir and i out of town to a club her and Sir M frequent. i would love to do that as well. Being around other slaves really opened my eyes to how a slave "is." i see the differences...a lot of them are actually really subtle, and i now really see how Sir says that although i may not carry the title, i really do have the mind set of a slave. When i told slave c that i was Sir's submissive, not slave, she was very surprised...almost shocked really. she said the way i acted she thought that i was and asked me why i was not. i couldn't really put it into words why..but i tried and i think i just confused her all the more. lol But that, i think, is another blog entry...either way i had a blast and more importantly so did Sir. He and i both agreed that doing something like that again soon would be lots of fun but let me get mushy on you and say that it doesn't matter what Sir and i do, as long as i get to sit at His feet.