Bitch-boy woke me at the time instructed with a cup of tea in bed. Bitch-boy made my lunch and cleaned my boots while I showered. Bitch-boy worshipped my arse while I did my make-up. I locked a leather collar around Bitch-boy’s neck, secured with a uniquely numbered plastic padlock. He would have to wear high necked apparel the whole day.
When I was ready to leave, he stripped naked, (apart from chastity tube and collar – both locked on) and knelt and kissed the cleaned boots I was now wearing, until I told him to stop. Despite him having done this thousands of times, I continue to get a lovely warm feeling of power and ownership while, naked, he kisses my footwear. Will I ever lose that satisfying potent feeling during this ritual? I doubt it.
I gave him a list of jobs to be done that day. He then quickly dressed and carried my bags to my car. Another typical workday morning – one of the reasons I love my life so much.