The latest prompt for Tell me About is Services. Asking about how we serve as a submissive.
Give your hands to serve and your hearts to love – Mother Teresa.
I’m not a service sub. I enjoy being submissive in the bedroom but on an every day basis I don’t “serve” my man. Though I know he would like me to.
To be honest I don’t believe that being a service sub is wildly removed form my psyche. But we are together an awful lot of the time so to me it would seem odd. If, however, he went off to work everyday and then came home tired and needy, I am sure I could bestow a few services on him 😉
Serve for Money
The other day I wrote a little about my time working in a wine bar while I was studying for my degree.
May More the Student
It all started one evening when I was meeting a friend in London. We popped into this city wine bar – not far from fleet street and was served by the owner – a very attractive middle aged man. It wasn’t until weeks later I learned that he had been a popular and talented football player – in his hay-day.
After chatting with my friend and me we learned he was looking for a waitress. The bar rarely opened in the evenings but was extremely popular at lunch time with reporters and money brokers. Luckily the days he was busiest were precisely the two I was free.
I am tall with long legs and in those days I was very slim too. My new boss, Barry, explained that his clients expected excellent service from attractive bar staff. He could see I fitted the bill but wanted to clarify that I would be encouraged to wear high heels, short skirts and/or tight fitting clothes in general. The hourly rate was very good so without hesitation, even though I had never been a waitress before, I asked him when I could start.
Loving my work
From the first moment I loved it. I worked with a gorgeous and very sexy dutch girl and we soon learned, along with a fab chef from New Zealand, we made a great team.
My two weekly shifts started at 11.45am. It did feel a little odd putting on full make-up and dressing up as if I was about to go to a night club at 10.30 in the morning. But who was I to argue, particularly when I received my wages. The tips we received more than doubled my earnings. It was incredible.
The punters were mainly well educated and polite. It was lunch time, they could only put away so many bottles of champagne. Not only that, I got a free meal at the end of my shift.
It also turned out that I was a natural at serving. I enjoyed the job and I also enjoyed being very handsomely rewarded for my efforts.
One last thing. Barry was married to a twin. One day she came in with her sister. They were identical. It got me wondering about what fun those girls must have had in their lives!