A New Morning Routine

You and your sister get out of bed and immediately make your way to the washroom. You get the water going and get it right on the edge of hot before holding the shower curtain open for your master. Fiona steps in then offers you her hand like a gentleman from the old days. You take it and she helps you into the tub. The super warm water feels incredible as it hits your filthy body.

"Clean me." She commands.

You, of course, do so. Listening to her commands was quickly becoming second nature to you now.

With your hands, a bath sponge, and lots of lathered soap you rub and scrub your Goddess' incredible body. Her lines were long and graceful. Her curves were still feminine, her breasts and hips and butt still soft and supple. She wasn't stocky or bulky and her muscles weren't visible through the skin, yet running your hand across her wet flesh her told you there was the body of an Olympian just under the surface. As you feel it and look at it you cannot help but appreciate what your sister had become. This was the body of a super hero or an Amazon warrior from legend. You had gotten a taste of Fiona's impressive might last night but you wonder what all Aunt Peg's modifications had done to her.

With her new height her hair is a challenge, especially since she doesn't help you at all, but you manage it with only getting a bit of shampoo in your Mistress' eyes. She is not impressed but says nothing. You rinse her down and ring all of the conditioner from your sister's soft hair. Needless to say there is a bit of excitement as you clean her undercarriage, though you could tell by her body language it wasn't going to lead to anything. Your own pecker was stiff as stone.

As you finish you look up at her. Her face was hard. "You got soap in my eyes."

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Yes Mistress."

"Get down on your knees. Be careful. If you slip you will be punished."

"Yes Mistress." Your hands kept clasped together behind you you carefully lower yourself to your knees.

"Clean my ass."

She towered over you. "But I already..."

Her eyes narrow. "You just earned three more lashes."

Your subby little heart skips a beat. "Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

She turns in spot and looks back down at you over her shoulder. The hot water streamed down over her shapely back, flowing rivulets forming along the shape of her musculature and down the spine and ass crack. The spray as the streams hit her skin gave her a misty aura in the bright white lights of the washroom.

"Clean it." She orders you.

"Yes Mistress." You stare at the incredible badonkadonk staring you in the face. Two perfect mounds glistening wet ovals. Not big, not little, not fat, not firm, not over wide or over narrow, not bulging obscenely nor flat as a board. Not thicc and juicy like your Mama's or cute and tight like your Cousin's. Not quite the tasty apple bottom of your little sister nor the sculpted athletic shape and tone of your Auntie. Anyway you looked at it though it was a ten out of ten backside.

It strikes you then just how blessed the Bailey's were when it came to backsides.

Your Goddess wasn't going to make it easy on you. She wasn't leaning or bending over in the slightest. She stood tall. Her butt cheeks not clenched but naturally together due to her posture. She was going to make you work for it. That was fine by you.

Keeping your hands firmly held behind your back you lean forward and nuzzle your face between those two glorious cheeks, your nose leading the way like the prow of a ship. With a firm supple buttock squeezing in on each of your cheeks you open your mouth and plunge your tongue forward. You quickly find her anus and you lavish it with a sucking slurping ass cleaning.

Fuck, with Fiona's butt all around and the stream of water running down her back and over your face...you couldn't get any air! You were waterboarding yourself with your sister's ass.

"There ya go boy, get in there. Clean that asshole ****."

Her words were their own reward. "Mmmmmm!" You hum hungrily as you eat out her back door like it was free steak dinner. "Mmmrrrmmmm!" You thrust your tongue hard against and into her sphincter and lock your lips around it. Your busy tongue scrubs and laps it as clean as it could possibly be. As tempted as you were you do not go for a taste of her luscious pussy you didn't have permission for that. You would take ass and you would love it. "Bllbbbmmmm!" Oxygen was quickly becoming an issue. At best you were able to snatch little half breaths but these were half water and threatened to make you cough. You didn't dare pull away. Instead you deep dive and try to cleanse your sister's bung hole to her satisfaction before you passed out. "Bllrrbbbmmmmmm!"

Leaning her head back and peering down over her shoulder she watched you work. She watched you struggle. And most importantly, she watched you obey.

You sputter and on the verge of turning for air when she finally says. "Good boy. You may stop."

You pull back and gasp for air. You look up at her with a huge grin on your face. "Thank you Mistress."

"You're welcome." She smirks. "Now clean your filthy **** body and be quick about it. Then you can dry me."

"Yes Mistress."

Standing up you grab the soap and hastily though thoroughly give yourself a good scrub. Fiona stand behind you and fondles and plays with you as she desired. Her hands traced your back and your butt, she pinched your nipples and even fingered your pussy briefly. It was a struggle to keep your attention focused on your orders, but you do so. You shampoo and condition your hair and quickly wash it clean. The last thing you do is a good face wash. Blinking your eyes free of water you turn back to her. "I'm finished Goddess."

"About time." She snips. She steps from the shower dripping wet then turns back to offer you a hand once more. Her little acts of kindness magnified ten times by her bouts of commands and hard talk. You realize it is all part of the same dominatrix whole for her. You accept the help and step out of the tub. You waste no time in grabbing Fiona's huge white fluffy towel and attentively drying her body from head to toe. She watches you and though her expression was serious her eyes twinkled happily. You blush and bow your head and continue your task. You towel her off with all of the attention of a priest going through the rituals of their religion. Careful, thorough, and thoughtful. What an incredible body. What an incredible Mistress.

"Dry yourself." She says and so you do.

She brushes her hair and applies a lotion or two as you dry yourself.

You look at her beauty products jealously and through the mirror she sees you. She laughs. "You're still a dumb hairy boy. These aren't for you."

You bow your head in a pout. "Yes Mistress."

She leans over and kisses your head. "Elsie will teach you. You will get your own things soon."

You look up at her and bat your eyes. "Thank you Mistress."

She swats your back side. "Go the dungeon and wait for me. The key is on my dresser."

You go to leave but she suddenly loops a finger into your silver ring. She pulls you in for a hard kiss then slaps your tush and sends you on your way. You are drifting on a cloud as you hurry down the hall. You zip into the room, find the key, then head straight to the dungeon room. You unlock the door and leaving the key in the knob you rush inside. Unsure of what else to do you kneel down in the center of the room to await your owner.

A smile flits over your face and your hand comes up to feel the chain of your collar. Owner...you liked that. You liked that a lot. "He he he he." You were such a lucky boy.

You swallow and grip your knees. You weren't sure what Fiona had planned but just the fact you were in the dungeon your hopes were sky high. It occurs to you that you hadn't worn a stitch of clothes since just after coming home from the hospital. You wonder if this would be the new norm while you were in the house. Time passes excruciatingly slowly. From the silence in the rest of the house you could tell El and Mom were still over at Peg's. You could hear your Mistress moving about but the rest of the place was dead quiet.

Finally Fiona walks through the door. She didn't make an entrance in any sort of grandiose way and she was dressed in everyday clothes. There was no playfulness or kinkiness about her, she simply acted as if this was an everyday occurrence. Without even looking at you she says. "I want you on the table. Stomach flat, feet on the floor."

You hesitate a second before answering. "Yes Mistress."

You rise to your feet and hurry to the stout wooden table that sat beside the cross. Only now, as you approached it, do you see the bindings already attached to the legs and sides. You calm your breath and do as you were told. Feet remaining flat on the floor you bend at the waist and lay your torso on the warm hard wood table. You have to reposition a bit to keep your hard on from jamming into the lip but you tuck it to the side and settle into a comfortable position. With your ass facing the rest of the room you felt pretty damned exposed.

From where you were you couldn't see your Mistress but you could hear her open the closet door. The closet with all of her tools and toys... Ohhhh man!

You listen as she walks across the room to you. She lays her special riding crop on the table just a foot from your face. Your eyes lock on it as she busies herself binding your ankles and wrists with the leather straps affixed to the table.

Your breath quickens as your realize you would soon feel the kiss of the wicked looking crop laying before you.

"Was I bad?" You ask nervously.

"No, not completely bad. But you did disobey last night, though it was for good reasons, and you got shampoo in my eyes this morning. I will be gentle with you. This is simply a maintenance beating my love, you aren't in trouble."

Maintenance beating!?

"Mistress!"

"Yes boy?"

"I love you!"

She chuckles then rounds back to pick up her weapon. "Of course you do." She taps your shoulder with the inch wide leather tip of her crop then drags it down your back as she strides slowly back around to stand behind you.

Your ankles and wrists bound you can't move at all. You grip the underside of the table and ready yourself for your Mistress' discipline. You tremble as she runs the tip over your behind and down one leg, before coming back up the other. You stare straight ahead and try to calm your increasingly rapid breathing.

"I'm ready Mistress." You gasp, impatient for it to begin.

She lets out a low chuckle. "I bet you are."

The leather end continues to trace over your flesh. Up your side, down your arm, back up again, tapping around your neck. She was in no hurry whatsoever. Even worse was what came next. She steps back and pulls the leather away from you, leaving you shivering with anticipation and dread bound to the table. Long agonizing seconds turn into a minute...and then two. You start to wonder...

Smack!

"Ahhh!"

You feel the bite of leather as Mistress brought her crop down across your ass. You could tell it was FAR from full power but it was certainly enough to get your attention. You feel the strip on your right buttock where the blow had landed begin to glow hot.

Smack!

"MMM!" You bite your lips and close your eyes. She had struck you again...in the exact same spot.

Smack!

"Gahhh!" Fuck...a third time precisely on the spot again.

Smack!

"SHHHHHH!" You bring in a hard breath through your teeth. Your right ass cheek was on fire! You try to shift and turn to shield that spot but your bindings kept you in place. You wince as you ready for the next one.

Smack!

"Hahhhhh!" Simultaneously shock, pain, and relief shoot through your body as she strikes your left cheek this time. Somehow by unexpectedly changing sides it made it both more and less painful at the same time. You were happy for the relief on your right cheek but you hadn't been prepared for the other.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Nnnnnnhhhhhh!" You whine and blink a tear from your eye.

She finishes the last three in rapid succession. Both sides of your butt now had the same red hot glow. As you lie panting on the table your Mistress asks you.

"Whose boy are you?"

"Yours Mistress."

"Whom do you love most?"

"You Mistress."

You feel a feather soft kiss on your butt. "Who is my special pretty breeding boy?"

"Mmmmm." You smile. "I am Mistress."

"Yes you are." You hear as she turns and returns the crop the closet and closes it.

She returns to you and unfastens your bonds. She stands you up and gives you a good look over, paying special attention to your healing side. She seems satisfied all was well. She gives you a kiss then, hooking her index finger into the loop of your day collar, she leads you over to the big dog kennel near the door. The entrance to it was already wide open.

"In you go boy." She says.

"Yes Mistress." Getting down on all fours you crawl into the steel cage. The bottom had a nice rubberized pad that your knees were thankful for. You hear the cage door swing shut followed by the click of a latch. The cage was big enough to house you like this, on your hands and knees, but there wasn't much space to spare.

Reaching through she strokes your head. "I have a lot of school work to get done today, plus I should talk with Aunt Peg. When Miss Elsie gets home ask her if you can come out. I will leave the dungeon door open."

"Yes Mistress." You say obediently.

Mistress gets down on one knee and looks you in the eye. "Elsie bought us this kennel. You tell her how much you like it. You tell her that you love it. You make her feel good. Understood?"

You nod. "Yes Mistress."

"Miss Elsie knows our rules and our life. You listen to her."

"Yes Mistress."

"A boy needs a woman to control him."

"Yes Mistress."

"Say it."

"A boy needs a woman to control him." You repeat back to her. Your submissive heart was dancing with joy.

"If she decides to release you I want you to clean that mess you made in our room."

"Yes Mistress."

"And lock the dungeon behind you."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good boy. Now tell me that you love me."

"I love you!"

She smiles warmly. "Love you too my pet."

And with that she stands and exits the room, turning to head downstairs. You sit back on your haunches. Staring out into the hallway you wonder how long your little sister might be gone today. It was Saturday and she was with the others. Could be minutes, could be hours, could be all day. You make a note to ask one of the Mistresses if you could get a water bowl or something in here.

Curling your naked body up into a ball you lay and make yourself comfortable. Enjoying the happy glow of your whipped butt you rest and wait patiently to beg El for your release.