Morning Routine at the Mansion of My Misstress
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My eyes open with the gentle humming of my small alarm clock. I quickly
shut it off so as not to disturb anyone else in the room. Its 4:30am,
well before light creeps into the day and the room is now pitch black.
Very quietly I rise up on my hands and knees and crawl off of the small
doggy bed on the floor next to the big bed. It's embroidered with my name
"Heather" in pink because it's my bed and I'm the pet of Mistress
Cassandra..
I'm silent when I move because I have done this so many times before. On
all fours I make my way to the master bathroom and gently close the door
behind me. I then stand up and turn the light on. The refection in the
mirror still gives me goosebumps each morning. Staring back at me is a
soft and feminine woman. Not necessarily gorgeous but definitely
considered pretty by most and with a look that screams "I want to
please." Very long and meticulously maintained wavy brunette hair and
eyebrows that are expertly trimmed adorn this image. I am just over five
feet seven inches tall and I now weigh in at an astonishing 134 lbs with
a substantial portion of that weight distributed to my rounded hips and D
cup breasts. A far cry from what seems like a past life.
I begin my morning routine as I always do by removing the night time
outfit that I slept in so that it can be hand washed later on with all of
the other delicates. Last night it was a hot pink charmeuse fly-away
babydoll with lace trimmed cups and a bow in between them along with a
matching pair of string bikini panties. I almost always get the privilege
of sleeping in something soft like satin or silk or a delicate lace. Only
when Mistress is punishing me or has plans that require a specific
wardrobe does it change. I then turn the shower on very hot and shave
what little hair may be on my body. I am naturally very hairless and my
cock, or clitty as Mistress calls it is very small with a length of only
about three inches when fully aroused. This is one of the main reasons
that I am in this position now, living the way that I do. I could never
have been considered a real man. Feeling humiliated about it from my
early teen years cemented my submissive nature.
I shower quickly and step out smelling lightly like lilac and plums from
the body wash Mistress insists I use. I then go about my duties of
getting ready for my Mistress and the day ahead. Apply the small amount
of makeup, comb my hair fifty times and rub lotion all over my body which
gives my fair skin a healthy glow. My hair goes up into a ponytail every
morning because it's the easiest and is the most practical for my next
task. As well as Miss Cassie may decide to change it when she wakes up.
Unless otherwise specified my nails are always done in a soft pink along
with the gloss on my lips which has a slight strawberry flavor. The
outfit that I put on for my first task this morning will be a pair of
sheer baby blue string bikini panties with soft rows of horizontal
ruffles on both the front and the back, and with that a matching delicate
cami top. I love this set. Ultra girly, very soft and puts me in the
perfect frame of mind.
I turn off the light, get back down on hands and knees, open the door and
crawl out to the bedroom. The cami and panty set is so sheer that it
feels as if I have nothing on which heightens all of my senses. Very
faint traces of light are seeping through the windows and penetrating the
dark room. I make my way over to the king sized bed and quietly decide
which way to do this. Lying in the bed are both my devastatingly gorgeous
and sound asleep Mistress as well as the guest that she had over last
night. I don't know his name, as I am instructed to call him, or any
other "overnight guest" as sir. He's also still very much asleep and it
is my job to very peacefully wake him up with the most perfect and
relaxing blowjob that I'm capable of giving.
This task is harder than it seems and it has taken me many many attempts
to become the expert that I have. You learn very quickly not to displease
Mistress, especially by failing in a task concerning her guest or by
waking them both up. He is flat on his back with just a sheet over his
lower half outlining a toned abdomen, muscular thighs and an ample
package between his legs. All I know about him is that he appears to be
around 40 years old and is in very good shape and ruggedly handsome, not
a pretty boy.
I slink onto the bed and with gentle precision pull the soft cotton sheet
down just enough to expose his soft cock. I'm still on all fours when I
lightly slide my hot tongue on the sides of his shaft. My hair is up in a
ponytail so it won't inadvertently tickle his thighs or stomach and wake
him up too soon. I place a soft subtle kiss on the smooth head of his
cock and let my lips and breath caress and coax his member to become
semi-rigid before I very smoothly take it into my hot, willing and wet
mouth. Once it's in I let the heat and moistness bring him to full
attention before beginning an easy suction. At this point I keep my eyes
toward his face because he will awaken at any moment. I want him to see
the submissive and subservient eyes of Mistress' obedient pet waking him
up pleasurably to ensure that he doesn't have any jerking bodily reaction
that would wake up Miss Cassie and get me punished.
His dark eyes meet mine for a brief moment and then I focus my attention
down toward his lovely, smooth, almost perfect cock. It's about 7 inches
with a perfect width, smooth as hot silk and yet it feels as strong as
steel in my mouth as well. I start giving him a thorough but quiet
blowjob now that he's awake. I get more turned on because not only did he
wake up very happy, but I know that this beautiful cock which tastes like
a mixture of leftover salty sweat, slightly bitter cum and the delicious
juices of my Mistress will deposit into my ravenous and eager mouth an
enormous load of cum.
The first load in the morning is always huge and I cannot let a single
drop escape these lips. My Mistress would be very unhappy, and I simply
love the taste of a man's cum first thing in the morning. Every time that
I swallow a hot load it only serves to enhance the feeling of being owned
and used by my Mistress as her slutty little cum receptacle. True to form
he quickly begins spurting wave after wave of hot semen down my throat. I
keep him in my mouth long after he has stopped cumming while keeping up
my gentle sucking in order to coax any remaining nectar from his spent
cock.
Then as silently as I entered the bed, I slide off onto all fours again.
Once I'm back on my bed I speak in a light whisper "sir, the powder room
has been prepared for you whenever you are ready".
When I see the door close behind him and hear the shower turn on I smile
contentedly to myself because I'm sure that my Mistress will be pleased
with me for keeping her guest satisfied and not disturbing her during her
much needed and deserved rest. I curl up on my little bed feeling like
such a dirty little girl aware of every inch of the delicate lingerie on
my skin and the sumptuous taste of his cum in my mouth and I allow myself
to daydream of the day to come in anticipation of her waking up.
What outfit will she put me in? What does she have in store for me today?
How else can I please my owner? Almost never do the thoughts of my
previous life seep into my waking consciousness, and for this I attribute
my genuine love of being my Mistresses favorite pet.
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