A well-dressed man carries a tray with a teapot and teacups through a hedge garden.
I love tea service. I'm not always a terribly decisive dominant and I know sometimes that drives my boy insane, since he doesn't know what I want and therefore can't really serve me... but sometimes I'll say 'I dunno... maybe' to tea and he'll just make it for me and serve me. It's wonderful.
One day, we'll do tea service in formal wear. I hope to start doing it in kinky groups, but I'm afraid we probably can't do that yet. I don't have the energy to organize anything alone right now and everyone who usually helps me out is busy with their own things. Ah well, hopefully something will change.
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