My blogs are few and far between these days, as i spend most of my weekends at Madam’s house. This weekend, however, She is visiting Her sister, so apart from my usual chores (which i will do tomorrow afternoon), i am not needed. Hence the following short piece about Our/our firm’s “office picnic” earlier this week.
Madam does not usually bother with Staff Events, but on this occasion She was persuaded to join in by two of Her young colleagues who She is quite friendly with. We/we bought some good things to eat such as rotis, samosas and spicy chicken, and some soft drinks to wash it down, and i set everything out on a rug on the local greenspace, just a little way away from the main body of picnickers.
The reason We/we kept Our/our distance – “We/we” meaning Madam, Her two young friends and me - was because the main crowd tend to drink a lot and get a bit rowdy. Although Madam sometimes drinks alcohol, She never does so to excess and has a low tolerance for drunken behaviour. i have become virtually tee-total in Her service. Madam’s friends have a similar attitude to alcohol.
i waited on them quite openly, pouring drinks and offering round delicacies, handing out napkins and generally being a quietly attentive servant to All the Ladies. Most people took no notice as They/they have become quite used to Our/our behaviour over the years, but one person who was clearly fascinated was Our/our Big Boss, who I noticed talking to one of the middle managers about Us/us.
I don’t know what he told her, but shortly afterwards She made a point of coming over to Our/our little camp and asking Madam and Her friends – it was clear that She was addressing them and not me- how They were enjoying the picnic. Of course, They smiled sweetly and answered that They were enjoying it very much, thank You, and it was good to see that the rain had held off.
The Big Boss, clearly dying to say something about my submissive behaviour, said (rather awkwardly) “I see that You have brought Your manservant along to pour the drinks and hand out the goodies”.
Madam’s friends just looked at Her and giggled, but She was totally unphased.
“Oh yes”, She replied, without pausing, “Even the dullest of them have their uses!”
I felt a pang of humiliation but as ever, it was accompanied by a submissive thrill and even a little pride at this public display of ownership.
Another small step toward becoming a totally “out” male submissive!
