A quick teaser, if this is not ok, please let me know.
Daily Worship
I woke up eye level with the smooth curve of her thigh, and glanced at the alarm clock on our desk – six am, time to start my devotions. My morning wood swelled further at the thought. I crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and continued my crawl to the wall mirror; in the morning, I must not be above all fours, unless cooking breakfast.
The wall held her cock, proudly jutting its length from the suction cup that attached it, solid and veiny. I remembered how squirmy and awkward I’d felt when she first introduced it in the bedroom, like she’d been reading my innermost secret thoughts, the ones I was most embarrassed about, and liked them. My Mistress, the first, who discovered how much I loved to be helpless underneath her, whimpering until I begged for release. How much I needed to be pegged.
My morning varied from day to day, but it always began the same way – showing my respect for her cock. This was the most difficult part, and consequently the most arousing – humiliating myself without any active prompting, in hope of getting something I was embarrassed about wanting. Either way, today, like every day, I found myself doing as I was told.