As my alarm went off this morning I found Pet reading next to me in bed. This is not an unusual situation, as she often wakes before me. And so my workday routine began. A quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, back to the bedroom to dress, my mind already wondering what crises I would walk into at my job.
Pet had slept naked, as I prefer her to. As I finished dressing myself, I pulled down the blanket a bit to admire her beautiful breasts. A pinch and nibble made her nipple stiffen between my lips. She moaned slightly and I smiled to show my appreciation of her body. As I stood up, a grin came to her face.
“Yes?” I inquired.
“Never mind. I know you’ll say no.”
I remained silent, knowing the unspoken question, considering my response. She had pleased me last night, and I was feeling generous.
“I’m going to the garage to get my motorcycle out. One orgasm. Quickly.”
“Thank you, Sir” she replied.
I stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and went to the garage. It took five minutes or so to pull my bike out, round up my gear, and place it on the seat. Returning inside, I discovered Pet, still writhing under the blanket with her favorite vibe buzzing away against her clit.
“I’m sorry Sir. I woke up horny!”
“And you couldn’t have woken me to deal with that?” I responded, discontented.
After a moment of silence, I kissed her lightly, and rode off to work.
At this point in our journey we don’t have a firm set of rules established, only a handful of loosely defined spoken ones. This morning reminds me that I need to make that a priority. Our D/s dynamic is still developing. But, while I can’t fault Pet for waking up aroused, she was so focused on her pleasure that mine was not even considered. She is sitting at home, with a content pussy. I am at my desk, writing this, with a frustratingly hard erection. I find that unacceptable. This will be discussed tonight.
There will be consequences.