A Day in the Life of Your Slave -- Part 9
Mistress tells her side of the story
There is nothing better than being awakened slowly and lovingly by someone who has devoted their life to your pleasure. The first thought you may be having Dear Reader is that I am in fact being awakened by a partner, or lover, or husband. But you would be wrong. It's my slave waking me as she does every morning that I'm in my own bed.
Now for clarity I want to explain the terms that I will be using in this story. My slut slave, Jade is the name I have given her, is, in fact, a male-to-female transsexual who, for the time being, I have allowed to retain her cock and a select few male features such as balls and horniness. For simplicity's sake I will be referring to her in the feminine because for all intents and purposes she's a girl with a cock.
Anyway, Jade's first job of the day is to wake me in such a manner that a number of my needs, and hers, are met and that the day starts off on the right foot. For context it's important to look back to last night when I returned from seeing a lover and she was waiting for me. As you no doubt know one of her duties is too clean my ass and pussy after I have been fucked and boy was I fucked last night. He was a vendor to my company and built just the way I love. He was broad of shoulder, a slight paunch to his belly but muscular legs and ass. His chest was covered in wiry hair that did nothing to hide his trim chest muscles. The best part was his long, slim cock topped by a perfect mushroom head and veiny length. I could feel every nook and cranny of that beautiful cock as it slid into my mouth and later into my pussy.
He fucked me for a good 40 minutes before cumming deep inside me and I must have cum at least 4 times including a doozy as he dumped his seed in me. We rested for a few minutes and had a drink. He asked me if I would model an outfit for him and I said Sure! So he disappeared into the house and came back about 5 minutes later. He handed me a black, form fitting, crotchless cat suit including black 5" stiletto heels. In the other hand was a flogger and without saying a word I knew he wanted to be whipped. I laughed out loud and told him he was a naughty boy and I'd be right back.
When I walked back in the room wearing the catsuit he was laying on the bed with a raging hardon that made me lick my lips. I wiped the smile off his lips quickly by telling him to get his ass on the floor and kneel before me. He already knew I am a slave owning Mistress, but we had never played out any such roles. I snapped the flogger near his ear and he twitched in surprise. Of course his cock was harder than ever and I leaned in and whispered that he was not going to be able to sit for a week without thinking of me.