Puppy pulled her small figure from under her sleeping Master’s heavy arm, careful not to wake him. She yawned and took a moment to admire his body in the morning sunlight that escaped the drawn shade– the smooth and muscular curves of his back, and the boyishly curly hair framing his face– before forcing herself to sit up and begin her day. The arm that he had slung over her in his sleep had collapsed without her body’s support, and with loving care adjusted it into a more comfortable position, so he wouldn’t wake up with a cramped tendon in his wrist. Master preferred his Puppy to sleep naked, allowing him to satiate himself in her any time he awoke with the desire. Despite the pillow lines pressing into her breasts this morning, she was happy with her body in both form and function, and stretched it luxuriously. Her skin was still tan and smooth from the summer, and against the white sheets she glowed.
Her bare feet made sticky noises on the tile floor as she made her way into their apartment’s small kitchen. She checked the microwave clock, just to make sure she had awoken on time. Yup, 5:30 am. Though she wasn’t by any means a natural morning person, Master had trained her to wake up just in time to make him some breakfast before she nudged him awake herself.
The cereal bowls were tucked into the highest corner of the cupboard, so Puppy had to balance on her tip toes to pull one out. Next came the Frosted Flakes, which she poured into the bowl in a heaping helping. Master was an active man and needed a hearty breakfast to prepare himself for his stressful work days, and Puppy was happy to oblige him. Puppy took her bare breast in her hand and squeezed it, sending a squirt of milk directly into Master’s cereal. Continue reading