Lazy slave

Das told me he thought I was getting the drinks he'd left in the car after his shopping trip. I said I hadn't planned on it and he told me not to be so lazy. It's true I am terribly lazy. I'm also obedient so even though I was happily nestled in my chair I got my butt up and retrieved the drinks. 

It tickles me that even though I would rather spend my time reading and doing whatnot on the computer when it's a case of us both being lazy all he has to do is tell me what he wants done and I do it, mostly with a good attitude. I think he is the only person I know who is completely unphased by my laziness. He takes it in stride knowing that with a word he can have me hopping. There is something sexy and comforting about it. Some people really get off on always being of active service me not so much. I get off on being indulged maybe because it is so clearly indulgence and the knowledge of its precariousness reinforces our dynamic.