Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I am in an especially naughty mood. This morning, I was in just that headspace. I got out of bed, got my strapon out of its case, also delicately picking up my purple harness that I had made especially for me, and laid them both on my freshly-made bed.

Getting Both of Us Ready

I took a long, luxurious shower and dried off with an Egyptian cotton towel that swallowed me up. I delicately put rose-scented lotion on my newly waxed legs, my slender arms, and even on my breasts. I want you to know when I am close.

Even if I blindfold you.

The idea of waking you up as I stand over you, sleeping soundly in your own sweet bedroom, gives me shivers of delight. You do like your own bed, don’t you. Especially after I banished you from mine.

You, of course, are my submissive sweetheart. I get to use you at my will, not yours. You gave up your autonomy months ago. And I use that gift at my whim. Today is one of those days.

Waking Up With a Strapon to Your Lips

All I have to do to awaken you is whisper your name. Or put my purple cock to your lips. Your eyes open immediately and you slide out of bed and fall to your knees in front of me. Your face is at cock height and I love that. You staring right at what awaits you after you shower and cleanse yourself for my pleasure.

I wander downstairs, strapon harness still in place on my hips and dildo bouncing as I walk. Of course, my coffee is ready, exactly as I like it. I could smell it from your room. Smiling, I know you were downstairs before I even awoke. I’m excited for the day of pleasure I have planned. 

Sipping my coffee in the huge living room chair we have, I hear your preparations over my head. The shower lasts a good long time and I am very happy for that. When I hear it turn off, I know it won’t be long before you head downstairs to kneel in front of me again. You are such a good boy, you know. I am very lucky to have you as my submissive. I sure looked long and hard for you! So many others wanted to be in your place, but they just didn’t have that certain je ne sais quoi I was looking for. You had it all… and more.

What’s for Breakfast?

Without asking, or being commanded, you come down the stairs and immediately kneel in front of me and my purple cock strapon you love so much. (So do I!) 

Telling you I want breakfast, you immediately go to the kitchen. I follow slowly behind. You’re getting the eggs and orange juice out of the fridge. Then the butter. I know your routine well… because I taught it to you. What I want for breakfast doesn’t come on a plate. It cums when I tell you to.

While you’re bent over, head in the refrigerator, I quietly come up behind you and pull you up to standing. You close the door of the fridge and stand stock upright. Again, as I’ve taught you to do. Rubbing your ass cheeks, I begin to salivate with desire. Because I know you so well, you do, too. Guiding you from where we are, I take your hips and nudge you towards the kitchen sink. As always, the kitchen is spotless, another requirement; have the kitchen clean before you go to bed.

When we get to the sink, I bend you over and pull the lube out of the designated kitchen drawer, lubing myself up. As you wait patiently, I hear your breathing quicken.

Without hesitation, I push my cock into your sweet hole… from tip to hilt, in one smooth motion.

Breakfast is served.

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