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-------------EROTICA: Breakfast Routine------------- As per..
🕑 Added 2021-05-23 16:07:22 +0000 UTC -------------EROTICA: Breakfast Routine------------- As per usual, you wake up before I do. The gentle buzzing by your head of your phone alarm going off- loud enough to rouse you, but not loud enough to interrupt my sleep. You glance up once you’ve rubbed the sleep from your eye and see me sleeping soundly. Good, you think. You roll out of your dog bed, positioned at the foot of my bed and silently pad your way into the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. The moments you’re awake before me are the few precious moments you’re allowed to walk on two feet- within my house, of course. You have to walk while running errands for me outside, and I make sure you get exercise, like any good owner would, but even so, your muscles stretch with this now unfamiliar use. You set the kettle on and select a scone for me. I had been quite fond of the blueberry and lemon scones recently, so you figure that’s a safe bet. As the water starts to bubble, you slice the scone in half and spread jam over it, then return to the fridge to get the clotted cream. As you do, the kettle finally starts screaming and you hurriedly take it off the heat so as not to wake me. You pour it into my favourite mug. While it steeps, you finish up my scones, plate them, and then move onto other chores. The mornings were always a good time to finish up any errant housekeeping. You’re a good toy for me, you want me to wake up to a clean apartment. A soft noise behind you startles you. You spin around to discover me, standing in the hallway. My hair mussed up from sleep, a gentle, but still imperious look in my eyes. I’m wearing an oversized sweater and you don’t know if I’m wearing anything underneath that. You swallow hard. I raise an eyebrow at you. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” It takes a moment for you to realize in your awe of my early morning splendour, you’d forgotten your protocols. You dropped to your knees immediately, head down. “Good morning, Master.” “That’s better,” you hear from above you. You see my feet walk through your field of vision as I inspect the meal you’ve made for me. The mug makes a light clunk as I set it back down, and you hear me hum in approval. Your heart soars, happy to have caused me some pleasure, even in the slightest. “Very well done,” I say, and you know you’re allowed to glance up at me again. You do, only to feel your heart plummet into your stomach when I follow it up with: “The tea, at least. These floors, however… That’s a different matter.” The floors. You haven’t swept in a while, but you thought that they were okay enough, or at least something you could have done while I was away at work-- My voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Look at these feet. I only just got up. Do these feet look clean to you?” I lift my feet and you can see the dirt stuck to the bottom of my soles. You shake your head, ashamed. “Of course they aren’t. And since you’ve obviously failed to keep up with your tasks as my live-in sub, you’re going to have to clean both my feet and my floors… with your tongue,” I say, my tone indicating that resisting would only lead to further punishment. “Now open wide for me, toy.”
