I wake up in the morning...Wake up last.

You are **** to wake up at first. Your room is bright with sunlight, so your eyes close sporadically as you let out long yawns and flip around. Nothing comes to mind at first, but then you realize you’re alone. Arabella is gone… Your brows furrow as your eyelids open completely. You stand on your elbows and scan the room while you strain your eyes. There’s no water running, so she isn’t showering, but-

“Good morning, master!” Arabella says. Her voice was chipper, and her expression beaming with joy. What a chance of character…

“Good morning,” you say, falling back into bed. “What are you doing up?”

“I was changing,” she says, walking to your side of the bed. You sniff and groan, not wanting to get out of bed yet.

You know she’s standing beside you. You sigh and peek at her. She’s wearing one of your shirts. It’s a little too big for her, so it kind of looks like a dress...A short dress that barely hitches to her mid-thighs. You can see her tail swaying back and forth gently behind her, giving you a lewd view of her white panties.

“What do you want?” You finally ask, bringing yourself out from the covers.

She gives you a mischievous smile and tilts her chin down. “The last masters I had were male had a routine—coffee in the morning and then a brunch.”

“OK?” You say, staring at her.

“Sometimes, they changed it up, though.” She trails off, looking at the bed frame beyond you.

You run your hand through your scalp, repeating yourself. When she doesn’t answer, you exhale. “Get to the point, Arabella.”

“Do you want coffee first thing in the morning, or…” She lifts the hem of her shirt slightly, giving you a good view of her panties again. This time, however, you can see much more of her. Her thigh gap. Her spotless pale skin, her nimble fingers as they clutch the cloth fabric. She’s beautiful... "Would you rather have me?"