The Morning After

The first rays of dawn filtered through the grand windows of the master bedroom.

You woke up before Dorothy, just as you had been trained. Your body was sore from the wedding and the intense night, but you didn’t dare linger in bed. As Dorothy’s wife, you had new duties.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed, still wearing only your new pink gold collar and the tiny heart-charm ring on your caged clitty. The bell on your tongue jingled softly with every movement.

Like a traditional Indian wife, you began your morning rituals.

First, you went to the luxurious bathroom and bathed yourself thoroughly — washing away the remnants of last night’s passion. You dried off, brushed your hair neatly, and applied a light touch of makeup (as Dorothy preferred).

Then you moved to the kitchen.

You prepared fresh coffee exactly how Dorothy liked it — strong, with a hint of cardamom and a little milk, just like traditional Indian filter coffee. You arranged everything on a silver tray: the coffee, a small bowl of fresh fruits, and some nuts.

Carrying the tray carefully, you returned to the bedroom and set it on the bedside table.

Dorothy was still asleep, lying on her back. The silk sheet had slipped down, revealing her powerful body and her thick morning wood standing proudly between her thighs.

You knelt gracefully beside the bed, just like a devoted traditional wife.

Leaning forward, you gently took her morning erection into your warm mouth. The little bell on your tongue jingled softly as you began sucking her lovingly — slow, respectful, worshipful strokes. Your tongue worked around her shaft while you kept one hand gently massaging her balls.

Dorothy stirred after a few minutes, letting out a low, pleased moan. She opened her eyes and looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Mmm… what a perfect way to wake up,” she murmured, running her fingers through your hair. “My traditional little Indian wife, already up early, bathed, made coffee, and attending to her husband’s morning wood like a good girl.”

She gently guided your head deeper, fucking your throat slowly while she reached for the coffee with her other hand.

You continued sucking obediently, eyes looking up at her with submission, the bell on your tongue ringing with every bob of your head.

Dorothy took a sip of coffee and sighed contentedly.

“This is how every morning will be from now on, Slutcunt. You will wake before me, bathe, prepare my coffee, and greet my cock with that warm mouth of yours.”

She set the coffee down and gripped your hair with both hands, starting to thrust harder into your throat.

“From today onward, you are not just my pet… you are my wife. My traditional, obedient, collared wife who exists to serve me.”

She fucked your face more intensely, the bell jingling rapidly, until she finally groaned and emptied her morning load straight down your throat.

You swallowed every drop like a proper wife.

Dorothy pulled you up onto the bed and kissed you deeply, tasting herself on your tongue.

“Good morning, Mrs. Voss,” she whispered against your lips.

She looked at you with dark affection, fingers tracing your new pink gold collar.

“Now… go make me breakfast. And when you come back, I want you to present that pretty ass to me. Your husband is still horny.”