Bliss

This is the first chapter of the first story I've uploaded to Literotica. I'll be working on more chapters with the goal of covering an entire day. All constructive criticism is welcome and helpful. Thank you for thaking the time to read this.

The first, gentle rays of light roused him from his sleep as the bedroom lamp began fading slowly up. From beside him he could hear the sound of Mistress' deep breathing, reassuring him of her uninterrupted, deep sleep. As he slowly woke more fully he felt the familiar ache of pent mixed with the profound gratitude at being allowed to sleep beside his owner. The chastity device encasing his genitals restricted the attempted morning erection and reminded him of his status as property from the moment he became conscious.

'Mistress' power is absolute and permanent.' he thought to himself, not in words exactly, but in a general feeling or way of being. So deep was her authority that it had become an undeniable fact of life, like gravity.

Quietly he rose to start his day, half an hour before Mistress required him to wake her, being careful to not disturb his divine superior, still deep asleep in bed. Pausing to gaze lovingly at her gorgeous face, he once again felt a swell of humble gratitude and awe then closed the bedroom door and headed to the bathroom.

After the necessary morning ablutions, he powered up, then carefully lubricated his remote control butt plug and gently inserted it into his ass. Then he donned that day's outfit as selected by Mistress the night before. A pair of sheer, white, thigh high stockings, frilly, pink jock strap style knickers and his leather collar. Then he carefully applied his eyeliner and a bit of rouge on his cheeks to highlight his cheekbones. Mistress enjoyed seeing her property in alluring outfits and make up of her choosing, it pleased her to see him kept humble, submissive and ready to serve at all times in her home. A shiver ran through his body as he felt the full weight of deference settle on his soul like a warm blanket.

In the kitchen now, the sub prepared Mistress' morning coffee exactly as she preferred it, arranged everything on a tray then, after checking that his stockings were perfect, carried it into Mistress' bedroom and softly set it on the dresser. After checking the time, the sub quietly knelt at the foot of Mistress' bed to begin waking her. Ever so gently he reverently kissed Mistress' exposed foot, starting with her toes. Like he'd done every morning for the years he'd been hers, he slowly increased the passion with which he worshipped her feet. As Mistress gradually awakened she kindly offered the sub her other foot for worship until she felt satisfied he'd worshipped them enough.

"Good morning boy." she said, still a little groggy

"Good morning Mistress, please may i give you morning service?" he replied.

He continued, "Please Mistress, please, may I please give you morning service?"

Mistress chuckled a little to herself, 'Such an eager toy.' she thought as he begged with increasing fervour.

"You may." she commanded.

"Thank you Mistress!" he breathed, tears already forming in his eyes.

Mistress languorously parted her powerful legs, briefly exposing her divine sex to him. A shiver of immense love and awe ran down his spine as he moved towards his temple of worship. Mistress covered her untrimmed beauty with her hand, just as his mouth approached. Between kisses on her hand he begged more fervently, "Please Mistress, please let me worship you, please, please!"

Mistress slid a finger into herself as he begged. She never tired of his begging, and felt her dominance rising.

The coffee steeped on the dresser.

Mistress, after having had enough of teasing her toy, removed her finger from herself and offered it to him to suck clean. "Thank you Mistress, Thank you." he moaned as she fingered his mouth. Mistress then removed her finger, took a tear from his cheek and drank it. 'Mmm, boy tears, my favourite drink to start the day.' she thought as he continued to tearily plead. Finally, she hooked her finger in her boy's collar and lovingly guided him to his place of worship.

Whimpering, reverent moans of gratitude and want, muffled by Mistress' perfection, escaped his mouth as he set about properly worshipping his benevolent god. Knowing exactly how his owner liked to be celebrated, he licked and sucked her like his very existence depended on her satisfaction, which in a way it did.

Without her guidance and training he wouldn't be here, worshipping her. Her patience and kind acceptance of his deep need to submit to her helped shape him into her perfect toy. Now his whole being was devoted to pleasing her. As it should be.

Mistress' first orgasm of the day was building and her grip on her boy's hair was tightening. She pulled him closer and firmly guided his mouth to the perfect spot. She fucked his face as he licked and sucked hungrily, his lips becoming numb from the pressure. The waves of pleasure deepend and grew throughout Mistress' perfect body as the first of many delicious orgasms cascaded through her. The pure, warm energy flowed through her into her toy as she came in waves of bliss. Once Mistress felt satisfied she tapped her boy on the head to indicate that she was finished. A slight dizziness spun in his head a little as he moved from the bed back onto his knees to recite his morning prayer to his god.

"Oh Mistress," he began. Saying his prayer, written long ago, to this awe inspiring supreme being.

"You own me, body, spirit, and soul." It felt so perfect and right to say these words from the core of his being.

"I exist to please, delight, and worship you." The scent of her orgasms lingered in his face.

"I pledge to always follow your lead, in all things, at all times." Even though he'd recited this prayer countless times it still moved him that he got to do this directly to his deity every day.

"I pledge to always be humble, eager, soft, pent, obedient and chaste." Mistress looked at her boy, on his knees as he prayed.

"I pledge to always treat your word as final, and the law." She felt pride at having turned him into a perfect, fun, obedient, reverent, sexy toy.

"I pledge to always put Your pleasure over my comfort." Mistress looked him up and down, from his recently mussed hair, his tear filled eyes and his collar, placed around his neck the first time when she took him as her submissive.

"I pledge to always worship, serve and obey you as my mistress, owner, superior, and god." Mistress continued her appraisal of her boy while he fervently recited his prayer. The rings in his nipples glinted in the dim, morning light, Mistress had them installed years ago to heighten their sensitivity. Mistress felt the warm glow of her dominance rising further as she remembered how easily she can reduce him to such intense, shaking, mewling, begging need with just one finger.

"Thank you for allowing me into your life." The smell of freshly made coffee began to make Mistress a little impatient.

"Thank You for accepting my devotion." Mistress idly reached for her remote and pressed the button for the lowest setting, causing the plug inside her devotee to hum to life.

"Thank YOU FOR inspiring me to improve." he squeaked with surprise. Mistress smiled, she loved seeing him flustered, especially as a result of her control.

Getting the message, he recited the remainder of his prayer a bit faster, but still with the requisite gravity.

"Thank you for your generosity, thank you for your leadership, thank you for your discipline, thank you for your correction. Thank you for teaching me how to please you with humility. Alpha woman, creator of life, my reason for being, my owner, my Mistress, my superior, my god. In your name I humbly serve, forever. Awomen."

The prayer now concluded he rose to serve Mistress her first morning coffee. She cast her appraising eye on him again, continuing down his form. She loved to see the glint of the steel chastity device encasing her property through the light, pink lace of his knickers. Removed only occasionally for the purposes of more extreme sessions of teasing and edging, the cage was an ever present reminder of his status, even when out in the world.

Pouring Mistress' coffee into her favourite mug he could feel his owner's appraising gaze. Hoping she was pleased by what she saw, he shivered a little and felt the tightness of the cage increasing with his arousal. The plug hummed relentlessly and made him feel completely owned and humble. After spooning the frothed milk into Mistress' mug, he turned and approached, holding the mug in both hands respectfully as if it were the most valuable item in the world. Which to him, in that moment, it was.

Mistress watched as her toy meekly knelt beside her bed and placed her coffee mug, always with the handle facing her, on her beside table. she took note of the delicate, floral tattoo on his wrist, a reflection of the one she had on her left forearm, a permanent symbol of her ownership of him. She smiled that wonderful, enigmatic, self satisfied Mistress smile that he so adored and waited for him to open the curtain.

The quiet hum of the plug was the only sound in the room as he opened the curtain for Mistress to be able look at the trees outside her bedroom window. Mistress waited for her coffee to cool as her boy once again sank to his knees beside her bed to begin his contemplation.

Still shivering, with little moans escaping his lips, he bent forward till his forehead touched the floor. Stretching his hands forward while arching his back, he assumed his contemplation position on the floor. For many mornings now, this is how he starts his days. A way to set the tone, contemplating his fortune at being the property of such an amazing human. Clearing his mind until nothing remained but pure obedience, total humility, and a complete flushing of any remaining ego. Nothing but the love and joy of serving his beautiful god.

The coffee was at the perfect temperature now, Mistress sipped it while idly allowing her foot to dangle from the side of the bed. She gently placed her foot on the back of her boy's lowered head as he continued his contemplation. Mistress allowed herself to revel a bit more in her power, luxuriating in the beauty of it all. A meek, obedient boy at her disposal, always eager to serve her however she liked. Life could be worse.

Feeling the weight of his superior's foot on the back of his head, he was in a state of nirvana. The absolute perfection of Mistress was, at first, somewhat difficult to fully take in, but now, since he'd let go of the last bits of ego, he could let it all in easily. The sheer, staggering, epic wonder of it all was a balm for his soul. The reveries continued until Mistress' resting foot raised slightly then tapped him on the head twice, similar to how she tapped him with her hand earlier. This was the signal that it was time to pour his own coffee then join her in bed for conversation.

While he poured his coffee Mistress looked him over some more. Particularly his ass, framed and lifted by the pink, lace jock strap knickers. So creamy white and soft. So vulnerable and willing. A dim, blue light, pulsed slowly from between the cheeks, the plug hummed, still at its lowest setting. The temptation to turn it up to full was almost too much to resist but Mistress didn't feel like having to wait while he cleaned up the inevitable spill that would happen if she did, so she resisted and decided to have a little mercy on her boy.

'Such a delicious little snack.' Mistress thought to herself as he gently climbed into bed beside her.

'All the years of training have paid off indeed.'

She noted his already smudged eyeliner from his earlier tears of awe and felt a swell of ownership as she squared her jaw. Mistress loved how he kept himself hairless and soft for her. She liked seeing his soft, pale skin, almost begging for her marks and welts. She enjoyed how small and slight he was, especially compared to her strong, muscular body. It was so easy to overpower him now, not just emotionally and spiritually, but physically too. Over the years his meekness and vulnerability had grown to not just include how he acted, but also to his shape. A strict diet had helped him shed excess weight so that now he was quite slim. Mistress had, during that same time continued her pilates and exercise regimes so that by now she had increased her previously already formidable physical strength.

Her first cup of coffee finished, Mistress decided she wanted more worship so she subtly increased the vibration level on her toy. A soft moan rose from the sub's throat as Mistress started gently tugging on his closest nipple ring.

"Ohhh, pleaaaase Mistresssss, pleeeeeeease." he could barely form coherent words.

"Do you want to please your Mistress?" she purred.

"Yeeeeessss pleeeeeeeease muh, muh, muh, Missssstressss." he keened.

"You may," Mistress chuckled, "such a little slut."

"Thank You Mistress." he sighed as he slid down the bed to her waiting pussy.

The vibration level of the plug increased further while he licked his owner's outer lips. The rhythmic pulsing of his caged cock deepened as she instructed him to prepare to accept her morning gift.

"Mmmmm, drink me in, my little bitch." Mistress said with authority and languid, decadent satisfaction.

The first couple of times Mistress had done this with him he had spontaneously had a ruined, caged, unauthorised orgasm, spasming and shaking the whole time. But now, after her corrections and training, he had learned to have more control over himself so as to not disappoint her.

Mistress released her nectar into her boy's mouth. Such an intimate act. Such an expression of total surrender. Every time either of them used the toilet, after this ritual was established, reminded them of their place in the world. Whether giver or receiver, each felt their profound bond every time.

As Mistress' warm gift flowed down the sub's throat he felt immense gratitude for being hers. It was extremely important that he not spill a single drop. Years of training and practice had enabled him to be very proficient at serving Mistress this way. First, kneeling in the bathtub until he could accept all of it without spilling. Then with Mistress on his face in the bathtub, then laying between her legs. Then, finally, in bed either way, as Mistress dictates. Moaning and keening, shivering and pulsing, the sub felt floaty and high from the incredible sensations of being used so wantonly.

"What do you say?" Mistress said with mock sternness as her flow ended.

"Thank You Mistress." he replied through panting breaths and shivers.

"My greedy boy." Mistress taunted. "I'm done with you now, more coffee!"

She handed him her cup which he dutifully refilled and handed back to her. Mistress sipped her second coffee and gazed at the trees outside her window. It was looking like the start of a lovely day.

After finishing her coffee, Mistress kissed her boy's cheek then got up to start her day.

Another little sighing moan was heard from his lips upon seeing the majesty of Mistress' commanding presence as she walked around the bed to head to the bathroom. Fortunately for him, Mistress' morning routine allowed him a bit of time to gather himself and recover so he could set about starting his daily chores. The first of which would be tidying the bedroom and clearing away the coffee things. Mistress had left his plug on medium, so the recovery might take a little longer than usual.

"Oh, I have a date after work so expect me home late tonight." Mistress shouted from the bathroom, "You can have dinner after all your chores are done, then prepare for my arrival."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." he replied meekly.

"Good boy."