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Out To Breakfast

Master and me went out to breakfast a few days ago, and we sat down and waited patiently for our waiter.  Our waiter was really nice, and we have seen him around that restaurant before.  He came over, and, he was very nice and very perky.

“Are you ready to order?”  He asks, in his happy-to-be-here voice.

“Yes!”  Says Master back, in his equally perky voice.

“Ladies first,” says the waiter.

And, without hesitating, Master starts ordering for me.

“She’ll have the……”

Mr. Perky Waiter patiently wrote everything down, and double checked with us on what we wanted, and then he says:

“That’s so cool!  I have never seen a man order for his woman before like that.”

And I smiled, and said “Oh yes, he always chooses my meals for me.”  And he grinned and walked away to get us our drinks.

It was such a contrast to this time that we went out to eat, and the waitress was pissed that Master ordered my food for me.

After the waiter walked away, Master told me that he wanted me to eat with my left hand, including drinking my tea.  I was immediately frustrated, hurt, and angry inside because my left hand gets injured so easily.  I sublux it constantly, and I didn’t want to risk it.  Of course, I didn’t argue or tell him that I didn’t want to do it, I just felt really upset that I had to.

The waiter came back with my tea, and I had to pick up the tea cup in my left hand, it was very difficult, but I managed it.  Master said he knew it was hard for me, but he enjoyed seeing my struggle with the cup.

He had me cutting up my food with my left hand too, which was incredibly difficult for me, and I felt like crying a few times.  I took a deep breath, and I reminded myself about how happy I was making Master.  He kept smiling at me, and I knew he was enjoying watching this.  His smile made me smile, and I was happy to see him happy.  Pleasing him is always so pleasing, even when it’s difficult, you know?

In the middle of eating my food, Master told me that he could see the struggle on my face, and he knew that it was difficult for me, and that I was having a hard time trying to figure out which hand to use to cut things up, etc, but that he was really enjoying watching me correct myself.

Master challenges me like this all the time, whether at home or out in public (he just keeps things G rated when we’re in public like that).  It was very difficult, but I was glad I managed it.