Paws in the morning

I already mentioned our first try out of the paws and we did end their use in the morning, but I have a mind that wanders. More accurately, I have an incredibly pornographic and fantasy laden mind. And my mind wandered into that land while I was rousing in the morning. Here’s where my mind wandered…

Slowly I woke, my mind rousing, wondering if last night happened. My hands – or lack thereof – reminded it had happened. Like many mornings I woke with an erect cock and my hands tried to touch it but that wasn’t possible, given the mitts on my hands. I was fortunate she had not clipped them together or to any places where she might have locked them into a static place.

I thought I smelled bacon and toast. I knew I smelled coffee.

She came into the room, shutting off our white noise generator and patted me on the head. Her hands checked out my mitts – still completely secure.

“Come on, pup, time for the morning pee” she told me as she clipped the leash to my collar. Still drowsy I was roused quicker with a snap of the leash. Leaving bed, I was clad only in my collar and leash and the mitts on my hands. There was no way I could have put on my glasses. “Roommates are gone, pup, so let’s get you outside so you can do your business.”

I must have looked at her with some kind of look of incredulity.

“Oh, pup, it’s fine. Trust me” she smiled as she spoke.

Our home is odd with three doors to get to the outside. It’s quite the gauntlet. We got to the final door right before getting outside and I balked. She yanked on the leash twice, pulling me toward the door. I remained in the house. We live in a highly residential neighborhood. With kids around. I was not going outside in daylight so exposed. She knew it too. And she didn’t expect me to walk outside. But she did leave me standing there at the door as I got colder.

“It’s okay, boy, you don’t have to go out. Turn around.” She pushed my shoulders to spin me around and I saw in my blurry vision a bucket. She kicked it with her toe. “Come on pup, do your business.” I exhaled a couple times and was finally able to relax and pee into the bucket. There was no way for me to pinch it off with my finger, so I just did my best by exercising my PC muscle instead.

“You’ll take care of that before you leave for work, pup.”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

She led me back in the house and into the dining room. My smelling bacon was correct. And toast. I didn’t notice the eggs with my nose, but there they were. In a bowl. On the floor.

“You don’t seem grateful pup. I know you can’t handle utensils with your paws, so I made your breakfast bite sized!”

I really didn’t mind. In fact my cock did pulse a little thinking of all this, but there was one real problem with the meal; the eggs. They hadn’t quite gone cold, but they were, at best, tepid. And I loathe cold eggs. It’s almost a hard limit. But no doubt she knew this and still presented me this meal.

“Thank you Ma’am. Thank you for breakfast” I said as I got down on my hands and knees and got on with eating. It wasn’t that bad, but that texture of tepid scrambled eggs. With tepid cheese… I wasn’t gagging but on the path.

She also set down a mug with a straw to give me some coffee. The straw was an incredibly generous touch by her. It sure beat lapping it up from a dish and I appreciated that.

She sat near me as I ate, her foot occasionally tapping my body in various spots as I ate and she typed and sipped coffee. When I finished, I moved to her and kissed her foot as a thank you and lay down on the floor next to her. A few minutes later I was grateful for the opportunity to use the bathroom before my shower. She removed the mitts, the collar and bade me shower. When I was done, she directed me to clean the dishes from the floor and the bucket in the mudroom, which I did. Then I dressed and we made our way to our respective jobs. My morning was good, I would reflect as coworkers wished me “good morning” – and I smirked as I did so.

“Good morning, indeed!” was my typical reply.

The morning (fiction)

We have been strained lately but not in a bad way. Sometimes, life rears its head in the face of your kinky sexy world and just prevents that which you were used to. Her world with her family was upside down and inside out. And while I was there to support her, I made our bed, made the house cozy, made sure coffee was available to all in the morning, it was still not our finest… no wait… it was not our most sexual hour. But it could be our finest. Because sexuality is not all we are about. We are a couple. We are a partnership. And we are a female led relationship. And I was happy to hold her in bed and wake up together the next morning.

And the next morning she woke before me, as usual. She showered, dried her hair, came to the bedroom, went out again. When she came back again my alarm had gone off once, I hit snooze, I was lazy. She came back again. By this time, I had started my own little wake up method – stroking my cock. I usually woke this way. Stroking my cock to hardness, snoozing, waking, stroking, repeat.

She came in during one of the snoozes and sat on the side of the bed. She pulled back the covers.

“Touch it again.”

I touched it. I stroked it.

“You’ve been neglected.”

I stroked.

“You miss my pussy?”

I stroked.

“Pump your cock for me. I know I haven’t been as attentive as I normally have, but I see that. I recognize it. Pump that cock for me.”

“Yes, Ma’aam”

“So hard. Look at those balls. So full”

I pumped my cock harder.

“You’ve been such a good boy. A good good boy.”

I stroked. She smiles. Her hand touched my leg.

“I want to watch you cum.  Cum for me, pup.”

“May I?” I asked desperately.

“Yes, cum for me. Do it for me.”

I pumped and stroked hard, influenced by her permission. Getting myself closer I looked up at her with desperation. She nodded at me. “Cum” she whispered loudly.

I closed my eyes, threw my head back, arched my hips and got ready to blow my load. I groaned and grunted and pumped harder, my cum spurted from my cock…

Her hand grabbed mine and pulled it away from my cock, my cock pulsed, it spilled, it spurted, but my hand didn’t stroke it, it just spilled its cum. This was the first time she did this and I realized it, she ruined this orgasm.

“HANDS DOWN!” I put them under my ass.

I thrust my hips up in frustration, but I put my hands under my ass as she told me to. The cum just dribbled from my cock now, spilling out on my stomach. I groaned in frustration. She smiled down at me.

“Pump your hips… do it. Do it… oh that cum is beautiful.”

I whimpered as my cock relaxed, let itself soften, the tip of my cock now dipping into the pool of cum on my belly.

“Good. Good boy. Well done.”

She stood up and looked down at me from the side of the bed. “Clean it all up, with your hand, just clean it all.”

She left the room as I cleaned it up from my hand, then came back soon and wiped my down with a warm washcloth.

“So that was a ruined orgasm, huh?”

“I think so, Ma’am”.

“That was pretty fucking hot.” she smiled. “You’re still horny?”

“A little. I could do it again.”

She laughed. “I thought they were supposed to leave you all the way horny!”

“That first spurt was pretty good. Not quite ruined.”

“I’ll make note of that boy.”

“I’m sure you will Ma’am.”

“Get up boy, time to start your day.”

“Yes, Ma’am”

(This was fiction based on possible real things)

FICTION: Road trip

It was their annual pilgrimage to their kinky camp. A trip they looked forward to every year. They’d been on the road for a few hours already and she was getting fidgety. She always got fidgety. Even Pandora was no longer entertaining her. He heard her ask her phone “Find me a pub.” It responded, she got frustrated, but eventually found the map that suggested several pubs in the area and she looked up from her phone.

“Here! Now!” she barked as they approached the latest exit.

He looked at her, then at his mirrors and he whipped his head around, trying to peer over the pile of pillows in the back seat. He slid over from the left lane and made the exit in the nick of time. He breathed deeply and exhaled as he decelerated on the ramp. “Well done, boy.” She smiled. “Right.” He put on the blinker.

She gave directions and within 10 minutes they were in the parking lot of the pub. His stress was on his face, still feeling the rapid exit with not a lot of time, but he almost anticipated the action and had a good awareness of the other lanes.  This was not their first road trip together and this was not unusual to have happen.

“Good breathing, pup. You handled that well.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Let’s go then, I need a bite. And more than just you.”

They walked in and they both saw the same thing. The grail of their road trips. “Family Restroom” She smiled at him. He smiled back. They took a seat at a booth near the bar. Drinks, lite fare, conversation, innuendo. Her foot ended up in his lap, he gave her a massage. Then the other foot too.

“Time to pee, boy” she smirked at him. They both stood, but made a point of leaving the table appearing occupied, and headed toward the rest rooms. They slipped into the family restroom together. She walked toward the toilet, turned and pointed at the ground. He knelt where she pointed. She undid the clothes necessary and sat down, putting her hand on his shoulder and pulling him toward her legs. He bent over as the sounds of her peeing echoed in the restroom. It was a roomy space and tastefully decorated for a pub. A chair in the corner made it look more like a ladies washroom, but the tile floor and drab color of the walls was less impressive. The sounds stopped and she stood, then pulled his face into her. He knew what to do and did so, craning his neck awkwardly, as was necessary for this cleaning process. She held his head with her hand. “Be still” she spoke. He held his face at her mound and soon she filled his mouth. He swallowed, she continued, he swallowed again. She soon finished and swung her leg back to a more normal position so she could stand. She walked to the chair. “Come.” he crawled over to her and buried his face back into her, cleaning her. Her scent was deep on his face. She picked up a leg and put it on his back. “Back there too, dirty boy.” He complied, cleaning her as she commanded. She pushed him away then went to clean her hands. He took this opportunity to pee and then flushed. He washed his hands and was about to wash his face when she reached a hand up toward it… she grabbed his face in her hand. “No. You wear that” and she smiled at him.

“Yes Ma’am” he smiled back and licked his lips.

They returned to the booth to finish their drinks, get the bill and leave. Their waitress smiled widely at them as she noticed the key resting between Chloe’s breasts. “Lovely necklace… ” she smiled.

“Indeed. It’s for important property.”

“I think I know what you mean” the waitress said and then glanced at him. He blushed deeply. “Yes, that blush tells me I’m right. You two have a wonderful time, wherever you’re headed.”

“Thank you so much” Chloe responded. “We will. We most certainly will.”