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.

Om nom nom…

I recall a night a couple weeks ago. We had some time to ourselves in the house, a rare treat this winter. She was putting together some leftovers from a big chicken dinner we made and asked if I wanted a plate. “Sure, that’d be great, thanks.”

“Okay, everything in it? ”

“Yes, please”.

A few minutes later she called to me, as I sat at my computer doing something that probably wasn’t anything to do with youtube. Not I.

She put her plate down on the table and sat down.

“Is mine in the kitchen?” I asked.

“No, it’s right here.”

“Ummmm….” I looked at her, puzzled. She looked down at the floor. I looked down at the floor. I saw the bowl. I smiled. She smiled.

“You’re overdressed, pup.” I stripped, knelt on the floor next to her and waited.

“Okay, pup. Good for you, remembering your manners. It’s been a while since you ate like a proper dog.” I ate, tasting all of the expected items. Chicken, gravy, stuffing, some cranberry sauce and… wait a second. What was this? What are these little brown nubbie things in the bowl??? Was it? I picked one up and crunched it. She reached her hand to my head as she heard me crunching on the kibble she had added to my dish. There were a few pieces in there, maybe a dozen or so, but definitely enough to be noticed and to be a significant enough part of the meal. I’m not sure if she noticed that my cock swelled as I figured it out, as I crunched on the first few, as she pet my head and I ate the dog food she had placed before me.

I cleaned it all up, licking the bowl, she brought me some water to drink from another bowl and then she took me to the bedroom for some other activities she might have a dog perform… some special tricks she has me do for her.

Woof!