She was always a little sad in the morning when her collar had to come off. She blended like mismatched thread in the mainstream tapestry -- functioning, but slightly out of place. This morning, however, was a Sunday and she had a few extra hours with the soft leather buckled and locked around her neck. She was happy. He was still sleeping. She slipped out of bed lightly and walked, still nude, to the kitchen to start coffee.
Over the last few months she had watched him carefully. She paid attention to every detail, from morning routines, to which pillow he preferred, to how he made his coffee. Anticipating his needs became second nature to her. In the past, the detailed thought that went into her service blended seamlessly into daily routine and was easily taken for granted. The first time she had ever made him coffee, his surprised response had been, "How did you know how I liked it without me telling you?"
"Magic," she winked at him. She smiled at the memory now as she poured the exact ratio of coffee to milk into his favorite cup and stirred in the sugar. He would be pleased.
She carried the cup carefully to the bedroom and sat it down on his nightstand. While she was gone he had sprawled across the bed on his back. She slowly peeled the covers down to his knees, revealing his tanned, naked body underneath. She climbed carefully between his legs and braced her hands on either side of his hips, letting her nipples brush against his thighs, his cock, his belly, as she rocked gently over him. She watched him stir and then slip back into a dream. The ring of her collar clinked as she leaned down and placed soft kisses and slow licks on his thighs, hips and stomach -- working her mouth closer and closer to his cock.
He tasted salty-sweet and always had a fresh, soap smell. She inhaled deeply, drinking him in through all her senses as she finally allowed herself to lick up the length of his cock and flick her tongue across the sensitive vein on the underside. She swirled her tongue around his head, watching his face react to her in that space between sleep and awake. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked as if drawing a drink through a straw -- milking his cock with her mouth. Her tongue flicked just the right place and he moaned, his cock growing inside her mouth. She licked her lips to wet them and mouthed him again, sliding down over the length and sucking as she came back up.
