A Day in the Life- Dinner and a Show part 1

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Aww...man. That came way too fast. I roll over and find my eyes squinting to see the numbers 5:45 shining in red neon light. I quickly turn off the alarm, not wanting to wake Master. As I roll back over to lay a kiss on his forehead, I feel a twinge on my ass. Ooo. He went a little too rough on the paddle last night.  My hands wander to my behind and begin poking, attempting to calculate which areas were the most sore. I smile. I did say that I wanted to cry.

My mouth finds Master’s lips and I lock mine around his. “May I be of service of you this morning Master?”

“No, pet. Work Day. Breakfast.”

My feet find the cold touch of wood as I slide from bed and walk over to the chair. I quickly dress and look up. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping. But so primal when he’s not. I feel my stomach flutter and my legs squeeze in excitement. Not now. Focus.

The house was a tad chilly but not unusual for a mid-October day. The sun was just beginning to peek through the windows of the kitchen as I walked over to the cabinet. I pick out a medium sized frying pan and reach in the fridge for eggs, milk, and an assortment of fresh veggies. I quickly turn on the front burner and drizzle some olive oil in the fresh pan. I glance on the board and make out some chicken scratch writing: Coffee.

Mmm Coffee. Right. My hands automatically find their way to the cupboard to retrieve a mug and canister for the Keurig. ⅓ caffeine. ⅔ Decaf. Got it. I remember when this used to be hard. I smile, remembering the time when it took me over 15 minutes to make sure I got the proportions exactly right.

My mind turns to the cabinet. I reach for a plate, a bowl and a whisk. I crack two eggs into the bowl and whisk them fervently. My hand tips the milk cannister so a small amount makes a white swirl in my yellow eggy gook. I smile. I grab the veggies and throw them into the egg mixture adding some jalapeno pepper for a kick. The pan is nice and hot! I pour the egg mixture into the pan and reach back into the fridge for some cheese. I pop two slices of whole wheat toast into the toaster and sprinkle some monterey jack on the eggs. I fold the eggs over and catch the toast over my shoulder, placing them on the plate. The eggs are perfect.  I smile, thinking of how cooking him breakfast gives me so much pleasure. I grab his plate and coffee and bring them over to the table. Next, I pour myself a bowl of cereal with milk and pour myself a glass of OJ. I put all the ingredients away and grab some almond butter.

Master has just walked into the dining area and gives me a smile as I place and position all of the necessary plates and condiments onto the table. My knees quickly find the floor and I grab the coffee mug, lifting it over my head.

“In service to you.” Master takes the coffee mug takes a sip and places it back in my hand. Once I feel the hot mug return to my hands I place it upon the table and take my place at the other side. I really really hope he enjoys his breakfast this morning. I watch him take the almond butter and spread it slowly on his toast. He starts cutting into his eggs. I watch the fork travel up to his mouth and he takes his first bite. Wait. He comments first and then you are allowed to be begin. Don’t mess up again like last week

“Very delicious pet. If I may, you added just enough heat this time”.

“Thank you Master” I blush and look down at my own breakfast. I take up the spoon and start enjoying my morning nutrients. Whew. Good job. And it’s only 6:15

The morning feast entails as usual. Master asks me how I slept. I ask him the same. We go over each other’s schedules for the day and discuss housekeeping business. I can’t believe it’s only been a few months since living together.

Master gets up and takes my dish away. “Thank you Master.” My eyes glance to the couch and I find my legs carrying my body to my designated spot in front of his armchair. My knees find the floor and I quickly pull off my top and bra. I hear the dishes being loaded into the dishwasher and the water running to clean up the pan. The footsteps become louder and seconds later Master sits in front of me.

“Present my pet.” I feel myself open my legs so they are at an obtuse angle while I kneel. My hands lay palms up on my knees, my eyes close and my mouth opens. What will he use? If he uses anything. We have to leave by 6:45 though. Master can’t be late for work today he has 2 meetings in addition to an important lunch with his boss.

I feel Master’s hand grab a chunk of my hair. *gasp*  My head is pulled downward onto Master’s throbbing member. Damn he’s hard this morning. Master roughly fucks my mouth as my body bobs up and down. He let’s me up for a quick breath then immediately picks up speed again. Oh, he’s close. And to think I couldn’t do this a few months ago. I would have been gagging and coughing, needing about 4 times the amount of breaks rather than just a quick breath of oxygen.

My body bobs up and down for another couple minutes as Master’s hand grips my hair tighter than usual, face fucking my mouth so roughly that I start to feel tears form in my eyes. Ugh no...I don’t want to have to wash up again...but this feels so good to be used. My eyes glance up to catch a glimpse of my noble steed. Mmm . That’s right. You’re my Master. Use me like the slave I am to you.

Master’s cock begins to throb and convulse. A warm rush of liquid squirts into the back of my throat. I swallow immediately, not wanting to spill any last drop. My tongue swirls around the head of the cock and goes down one more time to clean up the fruits of my labor.

“Good girl” I feel an enormous smile spread across my face. Master leans down to kiss me. I feel his hand make contact with my throat. I instinctively lick my lips awaiting the moment that our lips will touch.

Our lips touch and his hand tightens. This never loses its hotness. My eyes close and I instantly melt into a puddle of subbieness. Why does this ever have to end? Master backs away and I open my eyes to a grin spread across his face.

I giggle. “Yes Master?”

“I’m so proud of you pet. You have come so far.” I feel a warmth spread from my stomach to various points in my body. I look down at my knees in embarrassment. Master’s hand cups my chin, directing my face and eyes back to his. “Be proud pet. I am yours and you are mine. You are my Khaleesi.”

Master pecks my lips once again and I giggle once more. “You said you weren’t sure Khaleesi would be the best fit for my slave name”

“I’m trying names out. Is that alright with you princess?”

I give Master my ‘look’ and shake my head. Princess sounds overused and Daddy/daughter- like. “I’m sure you’ll come up with one that fits one of these days.” I smile and stick out my tongue. Master pinches my nipples and I gasp. I feel his tongue reach in my mouth and we share in a deep long kiss once again.

“Alright pet. Time for us to head out to work. Present please.” My body finds the position once again. I feel Master’s hand reach behind my neck to unbuckle the collar. I wish I could wear this collar at all times. Although, that would be pretty weird though. Can’t wait for the next kinky conference. Master reaches over to the coffee table to the Collar Box. He exchanges the fetish masterpiece for it’s equally regal vanilla counterpart. I hear the clasp click behind my neck. Master cusps my chin once again and plants a kiss on my forehead.

“Here are your clothes pet.” I feel the soft fabric being placed in my hands. “Tonight you’ll be home at 6 correct?”

“Yes Master. Hopefully traffic isn’t too bad tonight. May I use the bathroom before we head off?” My clothes were already repositioned on my body. Naked bodies should be allowed anywhere. Much more comfortable that way.

“You may pet.” I quickly relieve myself and find Master waiting at the door with coat presented in a wingspan fashion. I turn around and place one arm in one sleeve and then the other. Master pulls the coat over my shoulders, hands me my bag and keys. “ Have a good day pet. If you have free time, please text me. I know that you are ordering out today at work. You may get a salad or sandwich. No soda.”

My head bows. “Thank you for your mastery.” I look up at Master. “I am yours and you are mine.” You know, for not being a mantra person, I really do enjoy the mantras that we use. And not just because the last one is from Game of Thrones. I smile, remembering the first night I said that phrase to Master. It was after he gave me my training collar. What a wonderful evening that was.