Morning Ritual With a Good Boy

He wakes me up with the most devoted foot massage, steamy coffee already set on my bedside table – this silent servant begins my day with the greatest gentleness. Taking the time to follow my body language, he stays kneeling by my bedside, focused and ready for my subtle queues to begin the day.

Curtains are pulled back gently, keeping attention focused on how much I welcome (or don’t) the morning light. As I fully awake, he knows to start my bath water, he knows I like it extra hot. I watch him walk softly to my bathroom noticing the marks left on him from the night before by my nails and whip. 

Without prompting, threats of correction or constant guidance;  he knows what I need. Having fully perfected his training no words have yet been spoken so I can focus my thoughts and prepare for my day without interruption; and no interruption is needed.

As I undress for my shower, his eyes are already cast down, hands outstretched to receive my panties and shirt, his chastity picking up the subtle glimmers of light as he too stands undressed before me, pulling back the shower curtain. My very first thoughts of the day are about how tight that cage will be for him in a few hours and how much tighter it would be if he dared to look up as I seep into the steamy water.

He keeps his head down the entire time, he holds my coffee and knows to hand it to me when I reach for it in the slightest way. It pains him to watch me shave my legs, he wishes he could do everything for me, but he would miss too many spots. He apologizes and tells me he will learn to do better.

My morning is nothing but bliss, planning, prepping and meticulously applying make up; I focus on nothing else but what impulses I’d like to dive into today. My dog is fed and walked, the living room cleaned by him naked, music turned to a gentle tone in my opera playlist, breakfast already waiting by the computer – my inbox simply waiting for my password. I eat as I watch him wash the toys I used on him last night. As he cleans them, my silence and smile tells him he’s done everything I could hope to want-- this very good boy.

He thinks of what I want before I want it, slaving over my possible desires with the same enthusiasm he would absorb a direct order.  

He has to leave for work, he wants nothing more than to live as my house slave 24/7. Only once a week he comes to see me. I hand him a butt plug and he knows he has to sleep in it tonight so he will only think of me as he falls asleep. I stretch out my leg, he gets down on all fours and kisses the top of my foot as a farewell. 

You can be just like him. Be a good boy and buy my morning coffee. $9 to my cash app-- $PleaseMeBoy159