The Self-conscious Submissive

Twinner Treat

-Jade

Guess whose back, Back again. Jade is back the Hottest Twin!

So after the awkward moment of Butterscotch wanting to see Hazel's playroom. We went on to eat where more cringy moments happened. Hazel had her little man servant serve us our food. Note I told her we could just make our own damn plates but then he insisted. Something about remaining useful so he didn't wind up in his cage. So we all gave in and he fixed our plates and served them to us. 

While we age he sat on the ground next to Hazel kind of like how Monica did at the last dinner party. I was more or less used to them doing this he was always on somebody's ground somewhere. She was always using him as a chair, or stool, or whatever else she saw fit. The fact that she doesn't get why I don't come over to visit that often is beyond me. 

Well, no matter the amount of shit I talk about this Tristen character. I can't deny the fact that he can throw down in a kitchen. This food smacked I was looking for seconds and fixing a to-go plate to shame eat at midnight 30. After we were done eating the 5 of us made our way back inside where we sat around the living room. I turned up some music and we vibed Trinity and Hazel danced around the house while Dylan and I played cards and Tristen cleaned up. 

After about an hour Dylan and I decided to head back outside to get some air. But when we walked past the kitchen we noticed Tristen had a counter with random ingredients laid out for dessert. He was looking through his phone and rubbing his head seemingly frustrated. 

"Bro, you look stressed," I said sitting at the counter.

He looked up at me with this pitiful-looking face, "Mistress Hazel demanded Banana's Foster for dessert but I've never made it before."

As soon as we heard the words Dylan and I both looked at each other giving a really looking face. 

"Really Hazel? Dylan is here to relax, ya Damn spoiled Brat." I yelled into the living room.

She peeked her head around the corner, "What on earth are you talking about," she mocked innocence.

I pointed to her clueless sub, "You set him up for failure, asking him to make something he doesn't know how to make." 

Hazel walked into the kitchen with Trinity not so far behind her curious to see what all the fuss was about. "I did no such thing. I merely requested my submissive to make his Mistress dessert. If he is incapable of doing so all he had to do was tell me," Hazel said putting her hands on her hips. 

Tristen began to fidget with his phone and the ingredients. "No Mistress I'm fine I have all the ingredients right here I'm fine I can do it all I have to do is take the bananas and Flambe' the fire with the um?"

"Oh God you see there he has no idea what he's doing. You going to have him set this whole house on fire because you're being greedy," I said in disbelief.

Dylan let out a heavy sigh and grabbed an apron from the wall, "Why don't you let me take care of that, Tristen? Banana Foster's just happens to be my specialty."  

And there you have it. Hazel fucking Haze yaw think she's so great but she's a damn menace. Hazel asked her sub to make one of her favorite desserts knowing damn well he wouldn't be able to do it. Which meant 1 of 2 things would happen Dylan would step in and make it for him. Or she'd get to punish Tristen for messing up her dessert either way she won. Hell, she'll probably punish him anyway for making our guest work. A Damn Tyrant, our mother would be so proud.  

Hazel pulled up a seat at the kitchen counter so she could watch Dylan perform, "Oh No, Dylan, you don't have to do that. You're our guest I wouldn't want to impose," she said pretending to feel guilty.