Puppy pulled her small figure from under her sleeping Master's heavy arm, careful not to wake him. She yawned and took a moment to admire his body in the morning sunlight that escaped the drawn shade-- the smooth and muscular curves of his back, and the boyishly curly hair framing his face-- before forcing herself to sit up and begin her day. The arm that he had slung over her in his sleep had collapsed without her body's support, and with loving care adjusted it into a more comfortable position, so he wouldn't wake up with a cramped tendon in his wrist. Master preferred his Puppy to sleep naked, allowing him to satiate himself in her any time he awoke with the desire. Despite the pillow lines pressing into her breasts this morning, she was happy with her body in both form and function, and stretched it luxuriously. Her skin was still tan and smooth from the summer, and against the white sheets she glowed.
Her bare feet made sticky noises on the tile floor as she made her way into their apartment's small kitchen. She checked the microwave clock, just to make sure she had awoken on time. Yup, 5:30 am. Though she wasn't by any means a natural morning person, Master had trained her to wake up just in time to make him some breakfast before she nudged him awake herself.
The cereal bowls were tucked into the highest corner of the cupboard, so Puppy had to balance on her tip toes to pull one out. Next came the Frosted Flakes, which she poured into the bowl in a heaping helping. Master was an active man and needed a hearty breakfast to prepare himself for his stressful work days, and Puppy was happy to oblige him. Puppy took her bare breast in her hand and squeezed it, sending a squirt of milk directly into Master's cereal.
It had taken courage for Puppy to admit to her Master that the idea of being milked like a bitch made her wet, but to her surprise and delight it was a fantasy that he shared. He bought her a breast pump, and waited patiently for the milk to come. He would torture her by affixing it to her nipple and letting it suckle her while he fucked her slowly, to avoid dislodging the pump. That was their nightly ritual for weeks, and it left her nipples so sore and tender that even the sheets on their bed rubbed them unpleasantly. Eventually, her breasts became heavier and larger and the pump finally coaxed out milk. Master loved to suck her nipples dry, or was sometimes in the mood to just watch as she sucked on them herself. Then he had the idea to add to her morning routine: in addition to making him breakfast and helping him get ready for work, she would be making him cereal with her own breast milk from now on.
It didn't bother Master that the milk streaming out of her nipple was as warm as her body, or that by the time she was done milking herself some of the cereal was soggy. She added a spoon and brought it to him where he was sleeping, gently shaking him awake and placing the bowl in his hands.
"Thank you, Puppy," were his first words that day. He sat up on the edge of the bed and spooned the cereal into his mouth. Puppy kneeled between his legs with her head resting on his thigh, basking in his happiness. Just like every morning, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her collar where she had left it before bed. It was a sturdy play collar made for large dogs, and had a D-ring as its only decoration. She lifted her long hair out of the way so he could buckle it around her neck. He rubbed her head absently once or twice, knowing the effect that head-rubbing had on his Puppy. Her eyes fluttered shut and her entire body relaxed, and in response she planted affectionate licks on his thigh. This sent blood rushing to his cock, which became a bulge in his boxers. Master ordered, as he did most mornings, "Wake up my thick cock, Puppy."
