The thing knelt next to the velvet armchair, arms trembling as it held up a hefty mahogany tray, a glass of red wine in the middle.
Keeping the glass balanced was proving to be quite the challenging task, with the thing's sight obscured by a silk blindfold over its eyes. The scent of Master's perfume lingered on the material, giving the thing the sense that Master was right by it, even though it could hear Master's voice getting louder and softer as she paced up and down the room, speaking on the phone.
"What do you mean 'the statements aren't ready', they were supposed to be on my desk three days ago!"
The thing tried its best to focus on Master's voice, in an attempt to distract itself from the beads of sweat dripping down its forehead and back. Master liked keeping the room warm, and having held this position for almost an hour did not help. Its knees, lubricated from perspiration, had started slipping on the hardwood floor, and it had to squeeze its thighs together to keep itself, and the wine glass, upright.
"Get it done."
At long last, the thing heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and felt the blindfold being whipped off its face. The wine glass wobbled dangerously as the thing recoiled, blinking to adjust even to the dim lights in Master's study. Condensation from the wine glass, that had been slowly pooling on the tray over the last hour, dripped off onto the thing's lap and caged cock. Master stared, a displeased expression forming on her face.
"It's warm now. I can't drink this. Get me a new glass."
