In service to my Mistress, I am expected to awaken her at the correct time with a cup of coffee each morning. She likes to sip it just above room temperature, but I bring it in very hot, so it has time to cool. I set it on her nightstand, then slowly climb into the bed.

As I climb under her covers and between her legs, I’m not to say a word nor disturb anyone else who may be in her bed. She sleeps naked, and I have easy access as I kiss my way up her thighs, working to her golden mound.

I use my tongue to enter her, tasting her morning sweetness. Sometimes it is sullied by the taste of the man she slept with that night, but I’ve learned to work past that. I am responsible for waking her up with an orgasm, and I take that responsibility seriously.

When she finishes her orgasm, and I’ve entirely lapped her juices, I climb out of bed and serve her coffee. If it has cooled to the proper temperature, I get a “good boy.”