What do your weekday mornings look like? We all have our habits and rituals to start the day. Ours work for us.
The alarm rouses me gently, invariably as I wake my hands reach out and search for the metal cage that holds your cock. I pull you firmly with it, feeling you rouse too, and slide your warm sleepy body towards me, cock first. I know you’re straining against the metal bars, your heavy denied balls tingling at my touch.
“Good morning mistress” you whisper as you slide under the sheets, my free hand pushing you down and my thighs opening up to allow you to perform your duty.
As you mouth and tongue find me warm musky pussy I lean over, pick up my phone and check my plans for the day, clear and reply to several emails. You work away in between my legs, licking and sucking with no goal, I’ve no time for an orgasm and I ignore you for the most part. This is purely to cement the cadence of our day.
When I feel sufficiently awake I lift a foot, place it on your shoulder and push you away. You hop out of bed and I hear the shower being switched on. Pushing the covers back I follow into the bathroom, you stand and I unlock your cock wordlessly, sliding the cage off and easing the ring from under your balls. As I do so I slap your cock down and your balls up. You hiss and respond
“Thank you mistress” as your erection thickens.
“Good boy” I smirk “don’t touch it” I remind you and step under the perfectly warmed cascade of water.
You step in behind me and begin to wash me, you lather my hair, rinse and smooth on the scented conditioner. As it softens you soap my body, arms and shoulders first, carefully sliding your hands over the curves of my body, around and between the lips of my pussy, between the clefts of my buttocks, your fingers hovering over my asshole, massaging my pucker. And then down my smooth legs, you sink to your knees as you run your hands further down and then lower your head. You gently kiss each of my toes, one at a time. I look down at your position, worshipping as you have been taught. So obedient. Such a good boy.
“Stand” I say as I slip a washcloth on my hand. I wash you roughly, your skin clean and reddening. It is no accident that you do not get to feel my fingers on your uncaged cock, only the fabric of the cloth. Once you are clean I rinse you and you exit the shower as I enjoy the last of the hot water and rinse the conditioner away. Drying yourself quickly so that you can be ready with a towel to wrap me and dry me, carefully before helping me on with my robe.
“Come here” I say and you bring the cage and ring. I examine your cock, and smirk “time to lock you back up isn’t it, or would you prefer to slip it between my lips?” I say, raising one eyebrow.
You groan “mistress, I want nothing more than to feel your mouth on my denied cock”
I make a show of checking the time and tut.
“Look at the time, we’d better get that little cage back on quickly or we’ll both be late”
I slip the ring under your balls, pulling them through and then the cage firmly applied, locking you up for the day as you’re used to. Rarely do you get any more than this but I always tease you with the prospect of more.
“Now run along and make us some coffee” I laugh as I settle into my cushioned chair to blow dry my hair. Pulling you down and kissing you hard on the lips, my tongue sliding and connecting with yours.
“Thank you mistress” you smile leaving the room at speed.
A typical Thursday, and I can confirm he makes GREAT coffee.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uzq8wg/morning_routine_fm_fdom