A Dangerous Cup of Tea

Master's study was always very cluttered, a fact that irked her whenever she stopped to think about it. But Master did not let her clean in here, he did not encourage her to read and so as he said, "You wouldn't know what to clean anyway." She moved with slow careful steps around the piles of books, Master's afternoon tea held gingerly in her hands. She must not spill a single drop. That was one of Master's rules.

Not that it was easy as she swayed her hips in an overly sensualized caricature of her normal walk. That too was one of Master's rules. With each undulation of her body the liquid sloshed higher up the side of the porcelain cup, a little closer to the edge then the slosh before it. It was almost as if Master wanted her to fail .... but that wasn't her concern. If Master thought that she should fail He must have a reason and that was enough.

Almost there, she thinks eagerly to herself as she approaches Master where He sits at His desk. As always the sight of Him set butterflies loose in her stomach and cause her heart to race with excitement. Maybe it was the excitement that made her careless, maybe the task really was impossible, but just as she stopped next to Him brimming with pride, she heard a wet splat. Looking down, she sees the dark liquid dripping down the side of the glass to patter onto the carpet. Looking up she meets her Master's eyes as her heart sinks into her stomach. With a sigh He closed the book from which He had been reading, shaking His head slowly from side to side.