I was in the middle of the most amazing dream when I was rudely awaken by the vibrations deep inside of me. "My own personal alarm clock" you called it when you gave it to me, more like my own personal hell. Everyday, it buzzed to wake me up at 7:45 on the dot. It's not waking up that I dislike, it's not even the vibrations really; it's that every morning, you let me get all worked up and then, the vibrations stop.
Knowing you will punish me for being lazy I quickly get up and crawl to the end of the bed. We sleep naked and with the summer heat we have no blankets on our bed, which makes my job much easier. You're sleeping on your side, but it doesn't take much coaxing to get you to roll over onto your back. I watch you sleep for only a moment but you look so peaceful, I hate the thought of waking you. But it is my job, part of my morning chores and I must.
As soon as I place my lips on the head of your cock, I know you're awake. I feel your body tense and then relax as you enjoy my warm mouth. Every morning it is the same routine. You have thought me how to suck your cock just the way you like it and you have given me a lot of practice. But no matter how good of a job I do, these blowjobs always end the same.
I can feel my pussy juice dripping down my leg now, between sucking your cock and the vibrator deep inside of me, I am soaking wet. I keep taking more and more of your cock in my mouth, knowing soon the pleasure will be too much, but you keep me waiting, waiting, waiting. Though I'm expecting it, you catch me off guard as your hand grabs the back of my head and pushes me down on your cock as you buck your hips up. Your cock hits the back of my throat and though I try not to, I gag on your thick hard length. You fuck my face like that for as long as you can before you blow your load deep down my throat. When you're sure I have had enough time to swallow it all, you let go of my head and I start to lick your cock clean.
"Good girl," you smile as you look down at me. "Turn around, I'll shut that mean ole vibrator for you."
I glare at you because I know you're enjoying my torture and humiliation, but I am too. I turn and push my ass up for you like you taught me and I know you are going to take your time. I have been trained not to cum without your permission and I know now you will not give it to me, no matter how horny I am.
You run your hands up and down my ass cheeks and give them both a small tap, before turning the button off on the vibrator. With a small click, I feel the chastity belt open and for a moment the cool air of our room rushes to my hot pussy. I hear metal on metal as you slip the vibrator out from the belt and I expect to feel it close back up but it doesn't.
"You're soaking wet." It's not a question but a comment. "What a good little slut you are." And without warning, you shove two fingers deep inside me.
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. It has been so long since I have had an orgasm that every little thing makes my pussy gush. You move your fingers in and out, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I can feel my orgasm coming, so close. But you know it too and you stop just short. Now, you close the chastity belt up and lock it back.
"Come clean your toy and then you can go start breakfast."
I quickly turn to face you and on my hands and knees open my mouth for you. You love fucking my face with a toy, especially if it's covered in my pussy juices. You know I hate the thought of tasting myself. That's why you make me do this.
When the toy is clean to your satisfaction, you put it away and dismiss me. A part of me hates to go. I wish you would invite me into the shower with you. Let me wash your body, or hell just let me watch, but I have been a bad girl and I know those days won't be coming back anytime soon.
Once in the kitchen, I get everything set up to make your breakfast. You like eggs and sausages with toast in the morning and that's what I cook every day, unless you say otherwise (you've never said otherwise). By the time you come downstairs, freshly showered and dressed for work, everything is done and waiting for you on the table. And so am I. You have taught me to kneel beside your chair until you say otherwise and that is where I am, waiting.
