When I hear the radio alarm begin to play, I roll and stretch lazily in the four-poster bed you so generously provided for me. I hit the button to turn off the alarm and sit up on the edge of the bed, letting my red-painted toes dangle a few inches above the floor. I stretch my arms over my head, watching my tits push out. My nipples harden as the breeze from the ceiling fan brushed them. I quickly drop my arms, knowing you wouldn't like the pleasure I felt without your permission, and slide off the bed.
I put my hair up, dress in my skimpy workout clothes, and head for your private weight room. You insist that I keep in shape for you.
After my cardio on the treadmill and my strength training, I walk into the huge bathroom you allow me to use. I start the shower, and peel off my sports bra and shorts. No underwear, of course.
I step into the hot shower, and let it run over my head and body. I wash and condition my long brown hair, and begin to use the body pouf and wash you chose for today. It's a fruity smell. As I run the sudsy body pouf up one leg, I remember the recent waxing appointment you had made for me.
You watched as the beautician stripped all of the hair from my legs, underarms, and lastly my pussy. I am smooth without having to spend time taking care of it. You said it was my reward for serving you so well this past year. Thinking about the experience and the way it aroused you in turn begins to arouse me, and I immediately put it from my head. No pleasures without your permission – it has been drilled into me in more ways than one.
I step out of the shower and dry off, putting my hair up in the towel. I cross the bathroom into the large closet to see what you have chosen for me to wear today. In spite of the size of the closet, there is always only one outfit hanging in it. It is what you will envision me in all day while you are at work, because you chose it before you left today.
I put on the white lace garter belt first, followed by the white g-string. It is a size too small, and cuts into my pussy a little, but it's not so painful that I won't be able to do the tasks you require of me today. I am sure you did this on purpose, as you know the measurements of every inch of my body. Next I roll on the white stockings, noting that they are fishnet. I fasten the garter belt onto the stockings, and put on the white lace push-up bra. It's so tight that it's almost too painful; my tits are crushed together to make very deep cleavage. I step into the four-inch white heels and return to the bathroom to dry my hair and apply my make-up. This is all the clothing I will wear today.
