Waking thoughts

It began Sunday as it had been instructed it should. They had a free day, nothing to worry about, no reason to worry about the outside world.

It looked at the clock She placed on the floor, 10.00am clicked around and it raised its head crawled to the base of the bed and slipped under the duvet.

It kissed Her warm toes, soft as always, mmmm Sunday. How it loved Sundays with Her. It slowly sucked each toe, running its tongue between them, kissing the sole of Her delicious feet, a slight taste of the moisturiser it had careful and lovingly applied last night. A sigh from Mistress, no other sound, this was a slow day. It was to linger on each part of Her. No need for a leash, the timings Had been worked out through practice. It reacted to the movements of Her body, sensing, responding, tasting Her.

It began kissing slowly along the arch of Her foot, as it moved slowly up Her leg She rested Her other leg upon its back. Arching Her back slightly to allow its worship to move up Her leg and around to Her inner thigh. Slow kisses. Her petite foot slipping a toe into the D ring of its training collar. It shuddered, a collar earned when it had been tattooed and had brought Her back to its home that first time. How it ached for Her permanent collar and its final and full commitment 

She pushed it back down the bed, and slipped out Her toe. It began again from Her toes, on the other leg. Kissing it’s way Up while Mistress used Her other foot to toy with Her caged cock, 6 months now, only allowed out in front of Her for its ruined orgasm on Her feet, licking up its cum as She smiled. The key on Her anklet clicked against the cage.

It moved up to Her pussy, She had chosen to sleep naked last night, cocooned in Her bedding and knowing what was required today. It slipped its tongue swiftly across Her wet lips, lingering briefly, another little sigh. But it knew that was not the ritual and expected the kick in the balls it received. they giggled. ‘Add two’ She whispered as it mentally added to the whipping it would receive later.

It kissed Her softly, moving up Her stomach, its lips and tongue reaching Her breasts and feeling Her nipples harden as it’s tongue circled them, sucking gently, now it moved up, tracing Her collar bone, nuzzling Her neck, savouring the scent and feel of Her hair. Butterfly kisses, kissing Her earlobes slowly and softly. Her eyes still closed. It was above Her now, in position with the metal of its cage just touching the lips of Her pussy as She required. Teasing them both. Reminding it that it would never be permitted Her, that it pleased on Her terms alone and that She was Queen. ‘Never’ She whispered - Her hand through the ring of its collar She pulled its mouth to Hers and opened Her eyes. A wicked, deep look into its soul, She kissed it, it responded, the one bold move it always loves to make, even sometimes without permission - totally worth it - they kissed deeply, She deliberately pushed Herself up into it - arching Her back, oh god… She was delicious, twin flames. As they kissed She broke away, A hand down to Her pussy - She returned Her fingers to prove its mouth and taste Her.. ‘Never’. Although it never knows, one day it might watch - as it remained in position. Above Her She turned over slowly, and it began kissing the back of Her neck, shoulders, slowly and gently down Her spine, it’s hands across Her shoulders, kissing the base of Her back, Her bum, legs down to Her feet and back up - She languidly raised Herself so it could slide underneath Her as the clock reached 11.00. And it began to worship Her pussy, slow and steady, this wasn’t a race, this was only the prelude to Her day and its worship.

It had taken time but it had been worth it, free to Use and be Used, sated - but only ever temporarily - each others treat on Her terms.

She pressed down upon it as it gently kissed in a state of bliss - Her gentle moans and occasional corrections driving it on. Just as Her encouragement and correction had finally guided it here. To its home, Her Place 

It knelt on the floor by the front door. It’s home rearranged in those small ways She required when She came for the week.

It had prepared the reading materials they would scan - choosing which places they would visit together in the coming year, changed the sheets in Her room to Her preferred Egyptian cotton, Her clothes prepared and ready. 

In the bathroom, Her scents and products laid out. Throughout the house, each area had those little touches required, Her blanket on the couch, flowers in the vase on the table (peonies of course as they were in season).

The toy box in Her bedroom, locked as always until She next chose to use it. It’s collar and leash on the bedside table.