The Morning Of A Sub

The alarm breaks the still of the night, he is awake. Immediately he is aware of his reality as his cocklet swells in it's cage, there is a little precum in his panties, it was another night of frustrating dreams. He checks the time, 5:46am, he'd best get a move on.

Quickly and quietly he moves, collects the washing to load into the machine and makes his way to the kitchen. After setting the laundry up, grabs a quick banana and moves to the workout room. Friday, means a 5k run flat out. Changes quickly into his tight running short shorts (to stop the device moving so much), puts on his pink trainers and sets the camera to record (should Mistress wish to verify).

20 minutes later he is dripping with sweat, panting but exhilarated. He checks the time, 19 minutes 15 seconds, not quite the target of sub 19 minutes which would result in a reward, but below the 19 minutes 30 second mark which missing would result in punishment. He has been making good progress, but knows soon Mistress will want him to push even more.

A quick shower and shave, he feels ready to face the day, only wearing his simple morning maid's dress. 6:40am, he checks the board, no change, just granola with extra fruit, and a coffee for Mistress's breakfast. Means he has time to wash her evening dishes before waking her at precisely 7:00am.

6:59 he is waiting outside her door, nervous as always, eager to see her, eager to please, never wanting to let her down. His watch vibrates, time to go in. Quietly he opens the door, her scent fills his nostrils, this really is what heaven would be like. He sets her breakfast tray down beside her bed, and opens the curtains, to let some light in. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, he realises he has been hypnotised by he soft breathing, watching her chest rise and fall in her purple satin negligee. He scolds himself for getting distracted and his lustful thoughts and brings him to the task in hand. He turns the radio on softly, and then calmly wakes her. She stirs, he is sure he sees love in her deep blue eyes, but knows he shouldn't project, a moment later though she gives him the sign and he knows he's dismissed.

He then has time to hang the washing, have something to eat himself (plain granola), make lunch for them both and tidy the living area before he gets the beep on his watch, 7:40, she is out of the shower.

He races back to her room, knocks and waits for the call to enter. She is now wearing her red silk gown, her long lustrous blonde hair still dripping. His eyes are drawn to the one piece of jewellery, a silver necklace, with a key sitting snuggly between her perfect breasts... it has been what, 3 weeks since she last wore the key. Immediately his cocklet fills it's tiny cage again and he immediately regrets another momentary lapse.

"Good morning slave, eyes down."

"Good morning Mistress, I'm sorry."

"You will be... but I don't have time for that now, you may begin".

He then proceeds to dry, and brush her hair. This is followed by painting her toe nails on her perfect size 5 feet (after a quick foot rub), and helping her dress. Today's outfit is matching bra and panties set from Agent Provocateur, black stockings and a knockout black dress, with just enough cleavage on display to be both work appropriate and know that every man in the office will go home thinking of her. This is matched with a killer pair of heels. When she is finished, he, kneeling at her feet is allowed to give each shoe a kiss.

"How do I look slave?"

"Incredible as always Mistress."

She turns leaves without another word, feeling empowered, leaving him kneeling on the floor.

He makes her bed, tidies her room and then rushes to his room, puts on the days panties, stockings, crisp white shirt, pink tie and charcoal suit. The time is now 8:29, just another 9 hours of work to get through and he can get back to the only thing that matters in his life, serving his Queen. He smiles to himself as he gets into his car, totally content with his life.