Wyatt couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous about his plan. Yes, Master had given him permission to not follow the schedule that he usually had, but not doing so felt strange. And Wyatt had debated when he should bring Master the food-before or after Master’s daily morning orgasm. He worried that even if he covered it, the food, especially the omelette would get cold by the time that he was done. So, he’d chosen to give Master his food first. Wyatt got himself up a bit earlier than his usual Saturday time of 7:30, but got ready according to his schedule. He skipped his morning meditation and made Master Deven’s favorite breakfast, plating it nicely on the tray he’d gotten, and placing the other small gift he got as well. He covered it to keep it warm and went into Master’s bedroom to start Master’s Thunderstorm soundtrack. Wyatt carried the tray carefully into Master’s bedroom and set it on the floor next to Master’s bed. He knelt quietly until the clock said 8:35AM. “Master,” he said softly, as he moved to pick up the tray and stand, but didn’t go to place it on Master’s bed just yet. @devenisaclarington