Kyle A Moneyslaves Morning

Kyle woke up slowly, groaning slightly as he stretched his aching muscles, then rose slowly from his little round bed on the floor. He looked around the room for a moment before quietly padding out into the hallway and down to the kitchen where he peeled and sliced fruit, a large bowl of cold strawberries, pineapple, raisins, melons.

He prepared a fresh pot of heavenly dark coffee and spread a warm toasty bagel with heavy sweetened cream cheese before cutting it too into small wedges. He then prepared a smaller bowl, melons only this time, and poured clover honey over it. He prepared a careful tray, added a fresh rosebud, then carried it all back into the bedroom.

Moving as quietly as possible, he placed the tray on the table, then turned to look at the sleeping Goddess on the huge bed. He adored her – the warm morning sun caressing her perfect creamy freckled flesh, her warm auburn and gold hair spread out all over the pillows, long perfect limbs and nails... he caught his breath with the longing he had for her and smiled, knowing how he cherished his morning ritual. His cock, stiff, erect, straining for attention, led him.

He took the smaller bowl of honeyed melons and moved towards the foot of the bed. Ever so gently he pushed back the comforter to reveal two perfect thighs, a smooth hairless pussy... he almost shuddered in anticipation. Carefully, ever so carefully, he spread the peachy heavenly scented thighs outwards until the raspberry folds of pussy were finally revealed, glistening with a pearly morning dew all their own. The head of his cock scraped across the raised pattern of the white chenille bedspread and he sucked in a quiet gasp.

Kyle kneeled there, worshipping at the sleeping altar of his Goddesses pussy, trembling, his cock hard as a diamond in anticipation of what was to come. Gently, as carefully as touching a newly born bird, he parted the folds of the heavenly pussy with his thumb and forefinger. He took a melon ball, positioned it just at the entrance and pushed it deeply inside.

He trembled when he saw his Goddess tremble, knowing she was awakening, as she always did when he began this. He felt a velvety red painted toe stroke teasingly against his diamond hard cock, and his hips trembled forwards, begging for the attention on the straining and begging flesh.

Slowly, tenderly, he inserted each honey coated ball, pressing it deep within her even as she awakened, smiling, pleased and happy. What a wonderful way to greet each morning – with the loving and tender ministrations of her favored slave. She sighed as she felt each little ball slipped inside of her, warming by the heat of her pussy, the honey warming and coating her tunnel.

Finally, the slave was finished and backed off the bed, to his hands and knees, and crawled around to where his loving Goddess lie waiting to greet him.

"Good morning slave. You may feed me now," she instructed, as always. Kyle knew immediately what to do next. He helped his Goddess by lifting her up and placing her favored pillows behind her. Then he fed her, bit by bit, each small piece of fruit and bread.

She had only to open her mouth – he raised her cup ever so gently to her lips, knowing should he spill even the tiniest drop onto her bare breasts he would be punished beyond tolerance. A slave had made the misfortune of that once before. He was never seen or heard from again. Even as the Goddesses favored slave, Kyle knew better than to believe his fate would be any different.

Once finished with her breakfast his Goddess commanded softly, "Now slave, you may have your breakfast." And this is what he eagerly awaited. He crawled back to the foot of the bed and up between those heavenly thighs. He leaned down on his elbows, using his fingertips to gently part those honeyed dewy lips before he began feasting on his warm breakfast of melon balls.

His tongue was skilled and hungry, slipping deep up inside her hole to suck out each ball. He counted them as he ate, knowing he was only finished once they were all eaten. He licked and sucked at the Goddesses cunt, tonguing her clit, hoping to cause those wonderful contractions of her pussy walls which helped to push each ball down to his tongue. His agonized cock knew no relief – and wouldn't – the slave was never allowed to disgrace his Goddess with his filthy cum.

His breakfast buffet was wonderful, warm – honeyed – juicy. He felt his Goddess bucking her pussy against his willing and working tongue, filling his belly with her essence and his breakfast. His nose was covered in her juices, he would smell her and only her for hours after such a breakfast. He feasted like a hungry animal, grunting and licking, gently nipping, sucking harshly at the hole, starving for her.

And She rewarded him – bucking beneath him, arching, moaning, finally cumming for him – great spurts of her honeyed cum and the last melon ball sliding into his mouth and down into his belly, completing his breakfast. He finished by lapping her clean, licking her soothingly, cleaning every dewy honeyed drop from her cunt.

When he was finished he gently pushed her legs closed and recovered her, then crawled back up to the head of the bed.

"Good boy, good... you are my very favorite slave boy..." she whispered, flushed and beautiful from his 'breakfast' – he loved her, worshipped her, and felt such a wonderful rush of pride from knowing he could please her in such a way – a small smile on his beautiful sticky wet lips, the hungry ache in his cock reminding him of his service to this beautiful angel creature.

She turned over then, on her side and looked at the small clock on her bedside. "Its time for you to go to work slave – I have need of new clothes this weekend so work very very hard. Slave boy tommy brought home more money than you did last month – if you're not very careful he'll soon replace you here."

Kyle blinked, upset by the thought, but nodded. "Yes Goddess, I promise to work very hard to please you, I love you Goddess," he vowed.

"Yes slave, I know. But you do not show it very well. You bring me such a pitiful amount now – and you know I cannot live on such a tiny sum, its why I must keep so many little boy slaves – and can only pay so much attention to each of you. If you want to remain my very favorite slave, you must bring more!" she admonished, stern now.

Kyle nodded, soul sad – torn inside, knowing he must do whatever he could to remain the favorite. In the dungeons where the other boy slaves slept and lived they rarely served the Goddess at all, rarely were able to feast on the juices of her pussy or hear the moans of her pleasure. Instead they were usually farmed out to higher favored slaves or friends of the Goddess – themselves being paid for in order to bring her more and more and more money.

The slaves loved serving such a beautiful and fair mistress – but amongst themselves they fought and strove to prove they could earn more for her, become her favorite.

Kyle humbly turned away from the Goddess, again lowering himself to his elbows, his chin to the floor, and waited while she rose and went into her adjoining bath chamber where she was waited on by other slaves. He then crawled to his tiny closet of a room and prepared for work – eager to earn more and more for his beloved Goddess.