Wednesday, 25 June 2014
A few days ago I explained to Elliot that from then on, when he got up in the morning to put on my kettle for tea, he was to look and see if I had left my panties out. If I had he was to strip, take the panties and press them into his corner in our room with his nose. I told him he was to remain in that position until the kettle had boiled. Then he was to take the kettle off, make my tea and, as it was steeping, quickly rinse out my panties and bra, hang them to dry and serve me tea in bed.
When I woke up this morning there he was, naked, in his corner.
Perfect. Even better, he was delightfully hard. Precisely how I like him first thing in the morning.