Breakfast as Mrs. Voss

You moved quietly around the modern kitchen, still wearing nothing but your new pink gold collar and the tiny heart charms dangling from your caged clitty. The little bell on your tongue jingled softly as you worked.

Like a devoted traditional wife, you prepared Dorothy’s breakfast with care and love:

Freshly squeezed orange juice

Avocado toast with poached eggs and smoked salmon

A side of cut fruits

Perfectly brewed cardamom coffee

You arranged everything beautifully on a tray and carried it to the dining table on the terrace overlooking the ocean.

Dorothy was already seated, wearing a silk robe, looking regal in the morning sunlight. She smiled warmly when she saw you.

“Come here, my wife.”

You set the tray down in front of her. She pulled you into her lap and kissed you deeply, playing with the bell on your tongue.

“You prepared this with love, didn’t you?” she asked softly.

“Yes, Mommy… I mean, yes, my love,” you replied shyly.

Dorothy smiled at the correction.

Then came the surprise.

She gently guided you into the chair right beside her — the first time you had sat at the table like a person since the summer began.

“Today, and from now on, you will eat with me at the table like my wife,” she said tenderly. “No more eating from the floor… at least not always.”

Your heart fluttered with unexpected hope.

But Dorothy wasn’t finished.

She placed a beautiful plate in front of you — scrambled eggs, fresh toast with butter, sliced fruits, and grilled vegetables. It looked like a proper, delicious meal.

However, there were two additions:

Your drink was a tall crystal glass filled with her fresh, warm piss.

Mixed into your scrambled eggs and spread over your toast were thick, creamy ropes of her cum — still slightly warm.

Dorothy stroked your cheek lovingly.

“This is how you will eat from now on as my wife. Proper food… but always mixed with my cum. And you will only drink my piss. No water. No juice. Only me.”

She picked up her fork and began eating her own breakfast elegantly.

You stared at your plate for a moment — the contrast was jarring. A civilized meal… ruined by her cum and piss.

Dorothy noticed your hesitation and gently squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Eat, darling. This is your new normal. My cum will be in almost everything you eat for the rest of your life. You’ll get used to the taste.”

You picked up your fork with trembling hands and began eating. The rich, salty taste of her cum mixed with the eggs was unmistakable. Every sip from the glass filled your mouth with the sharp, warm taste of her piss.

Dorothy watched you with soft affection.

“Look at you… sitting at the table like a proper wife, eating the food I prepared for you with my love inside it.”

She reached over and wiped a small bit of cum from the corner of your mouth, then fed it to you on her finger.

“This is how married life will be, Slutcunt. I will treat you with care and love… but you will never forget that you are my owned, collared, cum-eating wife.”

She leaned in and kissed your temple.

“Welcome to forever, Mrs. Voss.”

You continued eating your cum-mixed breakfast and drinking her piss while the ocean waves crashed in the distance.

This was now your daily reality.