My Morning Routine Being Owned
6:00 am - my smart watch alarm starts to vibrate, silently waking me. I am nude and clinging to my master, my happy place.
I get up carefully and quietly to not wake my Sir and sneak into the bathroom, running the shower and getting myself pretty, I know how he likes me.
6:45 am - my hair is done, my make up is on, I have my pre-approved outfit set out but not on yet, I would not dress before my master.
7:00 am - it’s time to wake Sir for his morning. I begin by kissing his thighs, seeing him harden from my touch always gets me wet. I can’t help but moan tasting him and taking him into my mouth, but I don’t touch myself. The first orgasm of the day always belongs to Sir and I am thankful to be of use! I am thankful to be his cum dump.
My silly stupid cunt leaked all over the sheets again so I guess laundry will be added to the list of chores I must complete while my master is away.
7:20 am - After I have successfully been of use to my Sir, it’s time to run the water for his shower and make his lunch while he gets cleaned off.
7:35 am - I am nude and on my knees outside the shower, holding his towel, ready to dry him when he exits. I love the way he looks down at me. It takes real self restraint to not start grinding against his shin but he would have told me if I was allowed.
7:45 am - I help dress my master and then myself so he can observe my outfit and make sure it is worn to his standards and liking.
Today he has chosen: stockings that I predict will be in shreds by the end of the night, booty shorts, a white tank top that my nipples look great once they’ve been pinched really hard, which my Sir does before nodding, letting me know that I am acceptable to him. I can’t help but smile!
8:00 am - I am kneeling by the door near my masters shoes so I can put them on for him and hand him his lunch for his day at work. I don’t really understand what he does but I know it’s important!
Sir treats me to another nipple pinch and finally speaks his first words to me for the day: “I want them just like that when I get back.” I nod eagerly and he tells me I am a good girl, music to my ears. With that, he pats me on the head and leaves.
When he gets home, I will be right back here, on my knees waiting for him. I will be ready to help him get comfortable, get him a drink, be his foot stool.
I will do or be whatever he tells me to because I know he will take care of me and my throbbing, dripping, desperate needs.
















