Title: Stand A Little Taller:: Tristessa
dana reid - February 3, 2012 05:47 PM (GMT)
Dana Crystal Reid was curled up in her room, knowing it was probably way too early to get up and move about. She delicately poked a foot out from under the covers and quickly put it back in. The first initial shock of the different temperature caught her off guard every time. She licked her lips before sitting up, holding the covers close to her chest. She glanced at the window to see light starting to peek through towards her. Okay, so it was later than she thought. That was good, she mused. She considered just laying in bed for a little longer thinking about another day with the Mistress, but she then thought of a batter idea. Who didn't like breakfast in bed?
Dana's feet touched the floor gingerly and she was hesitant on leaving the warmth of the bed, but she figured it had to happen at some point today. She tore the covers off as if they were band-aids she needed to get off. She stretched, throwing her hands over her head and giving a small sigh of pleasure. She felt like this was certainly going to be a good day and she was determined to make it so, for herself and Tristessa. She glanced in the mirror to straighten her hair before leaving her room. She noticed the house was pretty quiet and she took that as a good sign for the moment.
Now, what for breakfast? Dana considered the different ingredients in the fridge and freezer. She also glanced at the cupboards to see what her options were. Biscuits and gravy? Hm, no. Pancakes and eggs and toast? That was a bit more traditional, she supposed. Eggs, toast, bacon, sausage was what she herself preferred, so maybe Tristessa would enjoy it as well. She lay the carton of eggs on the table, alongside the milk. She grabbed the sausage and bacon from the freezer and grabbed the maple syrup as well.
Dana then searched for the pans and within minutes had the bacon in the oven, lightly marinated in maple syrup and the eggs getting scrambled over the stove. She set up the sausage to get over the stove as well and soon, everything was cooking. She had poured some milk in with the eggs and had placed the milk back inside the fridge, to keep it cold. When the timer went off, she shut it off quickly, grabbing a plate and popping the bread in the toaster. She put the two pieces of bacon on the plate, putting the cookie sheet in the sink and letting water run over it. She then dished out the eggs, before repeating the process with the pan. The sausage was put on a separate plate, and she squeezed the grease out using a paper towel. She tossed the paper towel now filled with grease into the trash before buttering up the toast and putting it on the third plate.
Then, Dana searched for a tray of some sort to carry into her mistress's chambers. It took a couple seconds before she found one and put everything on it. Now what am I missing? Dana wondered to herself before quietly snapping her fingers. The milk and orange juice! She poured milk in one glass and orange juice before putting the glasses on the tray next to the food. She picked it up carefully and took a breath. This was it.
Gingerly treading to the door, Dana was sure to stand up straight, to hopefully seem confident in what she was doing. In all reality she had no idea what she was doing. Getting to the door was the easy part. It was opening it and going inside that she was nervous about. An image flashed in her mind that caused her to pause at the door, hand on the handle while she balanced the tray on her other arm. What if she walked in and tripped, spilling all this food all over Tristessa's sleeping form? How humiliating would that be!
Come on, you know you can do this, Dana, she chided herself, opening the door quietly. She stepped in and was able to see where she was going from the window's light. She stood at the foot of the bed, food tray in hand. "Mistress?" She spoke quietly. Then, a little louder. "I made breakfast for you, Mistress. I hope you enjoy some breakfast in bed,"
tristessa farrow - February 3, 2012 06:24 PM (GMT)
Usually, Tristessa would have been up by now, but as it was a weekday, and the resort didn't usually see service at this time, she took the liberty of sleeping in a bit more, and she was more than happy to do so. She tended to be a hardworker at night, and last night, she hadn't gone to bed until about three or so.
She crashed heavily, passing out as soon as she hit the bed. She hadn't even informed her slaves that she was going to sleep. She slept like a rock through the whole night, and by the time that the feminine voice chimed into the bedroom, Tristessa couldn't even remember whether or not she had dreamed or not.
With a yawn, her hair a mess of threads about her head, Tristessa sat up and gave her slave a blank, tired look. Dana was standing at the foot of the bed, holding a tray of food, of which the aroma had caught her senses almost immediately. The mistress smiled. This was more than she had asked for, but the spontaneous favor made by her slave was certainly appreciated.
There were two drinks placed on the tray, as well, she had noticed. One consisted of orange juice, and the other of milk. Tristessa always liked both, but it just depended on her mood. She sat up, leaning to the bedside table and scooting her alarm clock aside to make room for the breakfast tray. "Just set it there. Carefully," she said. She pulled off the bedsheets from her body, then looked over to Dana with a small, pretended frown.
"No napkin?" she pointed out. "What am I supposed to wipe my mouth on, darling?" Truthfully, this was no big deal to Tristessa. She certainly wasn't upset with the girl. In a way, she was just giving her a hard time, for her own entertainment, even if Dana didn't see it.
dana reid - March 22, 2012 04:57 PM (GMT)
Dana Crystal Reid was quite excited to see her Mistress' expression when she saw the breakfast. She did work hard on it. She double-checked everything to make sure it was where it needed to be before going into the room, of course. When she walked in, her Mistress was still fast asleep.
Dana had quietly woken her, and she watched as Tristessa sat up, giving her a blank tired stare. She was quite adorable like that, she had to admit. She watched as Tristessa pushed things back off of her nightstand, and Dana happily complied, setting the tray on the nightstand very carefully.
She hoped that she got all of Tristessa's favorites on that tray and she didn't like the look of her frowning. The answer came to her soon. "Oh! I'll get that right now!" She turned on her heel and took off in the direction of the kitchen. She was mentally cursing at herself as she searched high and low for the napkins. Finally she found some and she grabbed four of them.
Dana returned to her Mistress and set the napkins down gently next to the silverware. "I'm sorry, Mistress." She was still chiding herself at the stupid mistake.
tristessa farrow - March 22, 2012 07:10 PM (GMT)
Dana responded quickly to her mistake and ran off before Tristessa could say much of anything else. The mistress blinked, then gave a soft chuckle before shaking her head. While Dana was retrieving a napkin, the Tristessa sat up a bit more and took a nibble off of the bacon. It was cooked just right for her - not overcooked, and not too soft.
By the time that her slave returned, Tristessa was smiling through her second bite of bacon. She picked up one of the napkins that was placed on the table and wiped the grease from her fingers. “Don’t apologize, lovely,” she said, then picked up the glass of milk and sipped. What mattered was that Dana worked so hard on the breakfast, and it had been something she took initiative on.
She loved a spontaneous slave that was eager to please.
“Didn’t you make yourself something to eat?” she asked. While she may have been a mistress that expected things of her servants, that didn’t necessarily mean that she didn’t think about their well-being.
dana reid - June 19, 2012 06:20 AM (GMT)
Dana felt relief wash through her when she saw her mistress smiling at the bacon she was currently sampling. Don't apologize, lovely. She simply nodded, and then added, "Yes, Mistress." She was certainly aiming to please, and she hoped she met Tristessa's expectations.
The breakfast was certainly a spontaneous thing, but everyone needed to eat in the mornings. They had said that it was the most important meal of the day. She then remembered she didn't make anything for herself. Though, she wouldn't have made it anyway without her mistress giving express permission.
Almost as if she were reading Dana's mind, Tristessa asked if she made anything for herself. N-No, Mistress, I have not. Should I have?" She tilted her head a bit, a look of wonder on her face.
Dana was quite proud of the food she had prepared for Mistress Farrow, and it wasn't the first time she thought to herself that she should have become a chef. This was no time to think of regrets, however. Now there was just the future. And her future consisted of pleasing her mistress. Things couldn't get any better.
Sorry for the wait!
Inspiration: Back in Time by Pitbull
tristessa farrow - June 21, 2012 01:16 AM (GMT)
Dana hadn’t made anything for herself, and although it didn’t surprise her, Tristessa was slightly frowning on it. Of course, she was certain that the slave was putting her mistress’s needs before her own, which was fine and dandy. She nodded her head at the inquiry, dabbing a napkin lightly at the corner of her mouth. “You need to be well-nourished and healthy,” she told her.
She then rose to her feet, her robe cascading along her legs as she stood, holding her plate in both of her hands. “Let’s go downstairs,” she said. “You will make yourself something to eat, Dana, and I will not eat another bite until you start cooking yourself something.”
Tristessa then led her down toward the stairs, eventually taking them into the kitchen, where the smell of breakfast was still lingering. She sat at the table, then set down her plate and drink in front of her, giving Dana an expecting look as she took her seat.
&& INSPIRATION: "Martyrdom" by FGFC820
dana reid - June 25, 2012 05:18 PM (GMT)
Dana had totally forgotten to make some breakfast for herself, but in her own opinion, her mistress took priority over herself. She watched in silence as Tristessa dabbed a napkin at the corner of her mouth. Then, Tristessa spoke. You need to be well-nourished and healthy. That was a valid point, and the truth, but she still stood by her honest opinion. Not that she vocalized her opinion.
Dana nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” Then, she was caught by surprise when Miss Farrow rose to her feet, holding the tray in both of her hands. Let’s go downstairs. Again, she nodded but this time she didn’t speak. She noticed Tristessa’s robe flowing gracefully to the floor, but still she did not speak. You will make yourself something to eat, Dana, and I will not eat another bite until you start cooking yourself something.
Dana felt a pang of guilt, but she didn’t talk back to her; she simply nodded to her and got out some cookware and ingredients for over-easy eggs. She heard her mistress get settled and began to cook her own breakfast. “You really don’t have to stop eating, Mistress. I had no intentions of being unhealthy.” She listened to the pan heating up, and then cracked open the eggs, letting the innards fall on the heated pan, causing a sizzle.
Me Against The Music by Britney Spears
tristessa farrow - June 30, 2012 10:12 PM (GMT)
To a degree, Tristessa did want her slave to feel a little bit guilty. It was a lady thing, really, trying to make someone feel guilty, even when they didn’t really do anything wrong. They were built strangely that way, and sometimes, Tessa hated herself for being a typical, manipulative woman.
She watched as her pretty slave began to cook, but she had insisted that Tristessa not stop eating on her behalf. The master simply shook her head, sitting back in her chair and waiting. All she did was sip on her drink and play audience. “We will eat together, here at the table,” she said to her. “I won’t die of starvation, trust me.”
&& INSPIRATION: "Shelter" by Icon of Coil
dana reid - July 11, 2012 08:48 PM (GMT)
Dana made a mental note not to forget to cook breakfast for herself again. AS she moved her spatula to stir the eggs, she watched her mistress out of her peripheral vision. Tristessa seemed to shake her head at what she had said. She heard the sizzling and pop of the eggs as they got warmer over the heat.
We will eat together, here at the table. I won’t die of starvation, trust me. Dana nodded as she grabbed a clean plate from the cupboard and put the food on the plate for herself. She then walked to the table, to the seat across from Tristessa. She sat, smiling. “It is complete, Mistress. Now may we please eat?”
Inspiration: Happily Ever After by Pussycat Dolls
tristessa farrow - July 16, 2012 12:32 AM (GMT)
Tristessa definitely wasn't like most mistresses. Most probably wouldn't have cared less if their slaves starved or not; but Tessa had a little more respect for Dana than that. She wanted good health and energy in her servant, otherwise, she'd have paid for a dead-weight slave, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Soon, the blonde master was pleased once her slave sat down with her food. "Yes, we can eat," she said to her slave, nibbling again at her bacon and sipping at her drink. It was always nice to have a meal with someone - something that Tristessa wouldn't have without any sort of company in the household.
"For what it's worth, love," she said to the young woman, "you did a very fine job." Tristessa wasn't just saying that to be nice or make the slave feel better about her hard work. She meant it.
&& INSPIRATION: "Poltergeist" by Hocico
dana reid - November 9, 2012 01:06 PM (GMT)
Yes, we can eat. Dana eased herself off her feet once she'd been allowed to eat. She grabbed a piece of bacon and tasted it, relaxing when it'd been cooked right and was crunchy. The bacon was what she was mostly worried about, never having cooked it before.
Dana always did enjoy company when she herself ate. When she ate alone, thoughts would go through her mind so fast and then she'd be paranoid about the faintest of sounds. Luckily, she hadn't had to worry about things like that here.
For what it's worth, love, you did a very fine job. Tristessa's words actually hit home for Dana and it took the slave a moment to come up with a response, fighting back the swirling emotions flowing through her. "Thank you, Mistress. I'm so happy that you approve."
Notes: I'm so sorry! I totally slipped and forgot all about Dana, and when I did remember her, the power went out D:
tristessa farrow - November 13, 2012 03:08 PM (GMT)
The two ladies ate in silence for a little while, though it seemed that both minds were still at work here. She could tell that Dana was a little distracted, which was why she had chosen to speak up and compliment her meal. She was then very surprised, though Tristessa couldn't quite discern why. She did a good job, so why would she not deserve a positive comment?
"Thank you, Mistress. I'm so happy that you approve."
The response came a little late, clearly because Dana seemed to struggle with words in her surprise. Tristessa merely smiled at her, and they continued to eat. Eventually, when they were done, she rose to her feet, taking her empty plate to the sink to rinse it out and put it in the dishwasher.
She then took a moment to look out the window, lifting the blinds to see that it was quickly becoming cloudy. It looked as though it was going to rain, which meant it would be a rather dreary day, if they stayed in the house for too long.
&& INSPIRATION: "Unbeugsam" by Nachtmahr