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Morning Routine at the Mansion of My Misstress

Then as silently as I entered the bed, I slide off onto all fours again. Once I’m back on my bed I speak in a light whisper “sir, the powder room has been prepared for you whenever you are ready”.

When I see the door close behind him and hear the shower turn on I smile contentedly to myself because I’m sure that my Mistress will be pleased with me for keeping her guest satisfied and not disturbing her during her much needed and deserved rest. I curl up on my little bed feeling like such a dirty little girl and aware of every inch of the delicate lingerie on my skin and the sumptuous taste of his cum in my mouth and then I allow myself to daydream of the day to come in anticipation of her waking up.

What outfit will she put me in? What does she have in store for me today? How else can I please my owner? Almost never do the thoughts of my previous life seep into my waking consciousness, and for this I attribute my genuine love of being my Mistresses favorite pet.