Chapter Two
[Author's note: Full credit to author GaryLMMartin (I recommend you follow him) who introduced me to the Hive. I hope you enjoy this, Gary, and think it is up to your standards.]
I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon.
And the need to pee that was almost painful in its urgency.
I made it to the bathroom, barely. As I stood, peeing, I felt a tingle between my shoulder blades and a sudden rush of pleasure joined the stream of urine.
I couldn't stop the sudden erection and peed all over the back of the toilet. When I reached for the muscles to cut off the stream I felt a sudden pain and knew, somehow, that was forbidden.
I knew, suddenly, that if I didn't sit quickly I'd have more than just a little pee to clean up.
My embryonic Rider was learning me, of course.
As I felt my bowels start to empty I felt a sudden rush of that pleasure my Rider could give me. My sphincter contracted in response, I heard a plop, felt a splash, and then felt the pain replace the pleasure.
As I relaxed the pain receded and my body went back to work. I could almost feel the peristalsis deep in my belly moving the waste products of life. But I was denied the pleasure. The absence of pain was good, but I wanted the pleasure very much.
When I was done I started to pull off a length of toilet paper but a sudden blast of pain doubled me over and stopped me. In the same way, when I took a step toward the vanity sink to wash my hands a twinge of pain hit. It receded when I turned to the door and started walking toward the kitchen in search of coffee and bacon. A brief twinge of pleasure encouraged me. So unwashed and unwiped I went to the kitchen.
I was not surprised to find mom naked as she moved around the kitchen.
She smiled as she saw me and started the Keurig machine going to make a cup of coffee.
"Sit, honey," she said, and there was that beatific smile again, "breakfast is almost ready."
I watched as she broke eggs, then poured a little milk into the bowl and began beating them with a fork.
She put a cup of coffee in front of me and when I took a sip, burning my tongue, my Rider gave me one of those little jolts of pure pleasure.
As she walked away it was obvious that her Rider hadn't allowed her to wash or wipe either.
When she put the plate in front of me with its steaming scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast I noticed four little red dots across her belly, obviously where the bacon had popped and spattered the hot greatest.
"You know," I said, touching one of them, "you could wear an apron."
She smiled a happy smile and said, "my Rider wants to feel all sensations."
"I see," I said, and I did.
We finished breakfast in silence. The eggs and bacon and toast and coffee seemed to taste better than ever. I was savoring every bite and I understood that my embryonic rider was receiving my sensations.
When we were done she stood and offered me her hand.
