Breakfast

The next morning I woke up, a bit of a panic that I’d let Tiffany sleep without wearing her collar, but I looked over, and she was still asleep beside me. She looked so pretty. I stroked her side, down to her hip and she stirred, smiling at me. I shuffled up beside her, kissing her deeply for a while.

“Get up on your knees on the bed, and hold your hair up,” I said.

“Huh?”

“I want to put your collar back on.” I looked at sternly, and after a moment, she did as she was told.

I checked out her sexy body for a moment, with her held being held up, before grabbing the collar from the bedside table, and placing it around her neck with a click that made her eyes tighten uncomfortably.

“Good girl.” I gave her a kiss. “Now you can stay here while I make breakfast.”

Tiffany laid back down. The kitchen was around the corner, and as I got there, the horniest idea came to mind. My heart was pounding, a heavy, aroused feeling filled my body.

I place a couple of slices of bread in the toaster, then took on my rock hard cock. I rubbed it a little as the toast cooked, then I placed the toast on a plate and continued to jerk off. It didn’t take long, since I was so turned on by what I was about to do.

I came all over Tiffany’s toast, squirting all over both slices. The biggest pool of it was in the centre of one, with plenty of other streaks across both of them. I rubbed the last few drops off on the corner of one. Despite finishing off, I was hornier than ever.

I grabbed the plate and headed back to the bedroom.

“Come over here,” I ordered. “On your knees.”

Tiffany climbed out of bed, walking over, then kneeling before me. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Thank you for bringing me breakfast, Mast—” she took a look at the toast, probably wondering what was squirted all over it, then realising when she saw my cock, which was hard again, a bit of come stuck to the tip of it.

“You’re welcome, ****. Now you’re going to eat all of it, like a good ****, and you’re going to look at me while you do.”

She looked into my eyes for a moment, maybe she wanted to say no, or refuse in some other way, but she knew what I could do with the collar now. She grabbed the plate, looking up at me as she picked up a slice, our eyes met as she crunched through a corner, teeth breaking the toast right where a streak of come covered it, it stuck to her lips and she licked it up, munching through the toast before swallowing it down with a crunch. A couple more bites, and she was now at the biggest concentration of it.

“Lick that bit up,” I ordered. “Then show it to me, while it’s stuck on your tongue.”

Tiffany did as she was told, one big lick over the puddle of come, and she looked up at me with her tongue stuck out, come spread out on it.

“Now swallow.”

She tilted her head back and gulped it down, making me harder than ever.

She ate the rest of the toast as I watched, licking some more big bits up and swallowing them down on command. I couldn’t believe what control I had over her.

“Was that my punishment for today?” she asked.

“Uh, no. That was just breakfast. Now get ready, we’re going out for your punishment.”