Yesterday morning, shortly after she woke up, I prepared and served my Goddess her morning coffee in the living room. I had on my locked leather collar, a metal and leather dog leash, and pressure nipple rings. That's in addition to the eternity collar which, of course, is always present.
As soon as I kneeled before her to hand her the coffee, my Goddess grabbed the dog leash and pulled me in close to her, tugging the leash lightly to each side, showing me she was clearly in control.
I sat at her feet, lit her cigarette, handed it to her, reached for the ashtray, and held it at a convenient distance for her. After she finished smoking, I reached for one of her feet, and began to kiss it gently, each toe individually, and back, and all over the top of her foot. I came back to the toes, and did the routine over twice more. Then I moved on to her other foot for hundreds more little kisses over her toes and top of her foot.
During this time, my Goddess gave the dog leash a pull every once in a while just to remind me that she was holding it, and that I was all hers. She also took the opportunity to tug on the nipple rings, smiling devilishly as the sensations in my nipples went from heavy discomfort to defnite pain.
Seconds later, I was lying on the floor, with my Goddess' feet covering my face. I deeply inhaled the sweet smell of her feet, and began kissing their undersides. She moved her feet slightly as I continued delighting in kissing and smelling them. In an absolutely intoxicating moment, my Goddess got her feet just right over my face and pressed down, covering my mouth and nose, and restricted my breathing for a few seconds. She released me shortly and I returned to adoring her feet.
My Goddess told me she was done with her coffee and needed another one, so I got to my feet, took her cup, and quickly made my way to the kitchen to prepare it. I returned, offered her the fresh cup of coffee, and sat at her feet to once me light her cigarette and hold the ashtray.
After she was done smoking again, with Goddess holding the leash, we moved to another corner of the living room where one of our leather paddles was on a shelf. I remained on all-fours while my Goddess sat on my back, facing the opposite direction I was, and she began to take the paddle to my backside.
The intensity of her strokes increased quickly. As the impact and reverberations of the paddle strokes made it more difficult for me to stay steady, my Goddess reminded me that she was counting on me to keep her from falling off. Some of the strokes really, REALLY stung, and as usual, she pushed me pretty hard. I was moving even deeper into subspace feeling her warmth and her weight on my back, feeling her trapping me between her legs, feeling her hold the leash, and feeling the rising intensity of the paddling.
With the last stroke, my Goddess moved off me, pulled my face close to her own through the leash, and her face was just radiant, exploding with joy, satisfaction, and dominance. It was just such a rewarding moment, and I closed my eyes to freeze in my mind the emotional, visual, and mental landscape that had been created.
A little while later, preparing to get in the shower before going to work, I felt my backside still very warm, and as I turn to see it in the mirror, I noticed the deep shade of pink that it still was.
What was an amazing way to begin the day...
P.S.: For a second day in a row, this morning we pushed the morning ritual again. It was very similar to yesterday, except that my Goddess added a few strokes to the paddling, and I got a chance to get some of her coffee... from her mouth to mine...
Artwork by wico via www.bdsm-artzone.de