The way to wake up

This morning, right at 7:00am, I felt the presence of the misses. The night before, on the ride home, she really pushed my buttons. She kept messing with me, and I tried to stay calm and give her some warnings. HA! She just laughed and kept messing with me.
"Oh! So Scared!" she mocked.
Started calling me a pussy.
It was all fun, throughout our lives together we have messed with each other. This time, though I wasn't quite sure how to react. I realized that she was being playful, and I kinda didn't feel to dominant at that moment, so my threats of giving her a spanking rang hollow in my voice.
At a certain point, when she wouldn't stop I felt angry. Dangerous angry. Really, really pissed off. When that happens I get quiet.
She sensed my mood change and stopped messing with me, and asked me if i was ok. I really didn't answer. I wasn't ok, or at least let me say, I didn't know what I felt.
Women get frustrated with men because we don't tell them how we feel.
NEWSFLASH: A lot of times we don't know how the fuck we feel!
I had a mixture of emotions, mostly rage, but I had no real idea where that rage was coming from. I go silent, when I get angry, because I know that when I'm in a mood, I can say some pretty hurtful things. Strike that, I can be very fucking viscious, coldhearted, cruel and vindictive. Any weakness a person has shown over the ENTIRE time I have known them can and has been brought back into their faces when I strike out verbally.
The result: crushing, devestating, humiliating, and sometimes irrepairable.
So I stay quiet.
So why was I pissed?
Well I thought because she was ignoring me as her master and acting uppity and bratty. But truth be told, I didn't mind her play. Certainly it wasn't outrageous enough to warrant the anger I had.

We came home, it was quiet.
I went to change out of my work clothes she went to the bedroom and did the same.
Moments later she came to me dressed only in a black string thong.
So the anger subsided.
We went back to the bedroom , where she presented her ass for punishment.
This time I warmed her cheeks. Wehn done I had to take a picture of her reddened ass (first time!).

I told her afterwards that I had a mix of emotions, I didn't know how to react to her teasing in the car. We hugged, settled the issue.

7:00am this morning I opened my eyes to Knottygirl kneeling beside me on the floor.
"Good morning, Master!" she said and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, eyes barely able to focus.
"Serving Master! It's 7:00, and you ordered me to be kneeling next to you when you wake up!"
I kissed her again, my cock hardening. A conflict of logic. Last night she gave off a stuborn vibe, this morning, she's serving Master with a smile on her face and a warm wetness growing in her.

I told her to get up. She did and kissed me and then disappeared out of the room, leaving me to awaken and get my eyes in focus.
Next thing I know, slave brings into the bedroom to me and plate and cup. Toast cut up into tiny sailboats and a fresh class of Tangerine juice. She served me breakfast, and after handing me the plate, sank back down to the floor on her knees.

A bit in shock, I thanked slave. Then I asked her to join me in bed, where I proceeded to hand feed her between my own bits of the toast.
Each swallow was followed by a "Thank you Master!" from her.
The tv stayed off, the remote cold and lonely as we ate in the morning solitude.

The entire time my cock was pitching a tent under the blanket.
After we ate, she cleared the dishes at my request and I then told her to hurry up get ready for work so that I could buy her a cup of coffee without us being late. Before she got dressed I had to have a little attention paid to my cock, he was hard as steel and would not allow me to get my pants on until he had some loving attention of his own.
She kissed him, then sensing that I was looking for more than a kiss, changed positions and offered her warm pussy to me. I clambored on top of her and slowly worked my monster into her.
My bladder was full and it was too long before the pressure of the thrusting was too much to handle. I pulled out and on a spur of the moment decided to reward my little slave for her behavior this morning.
Dropping down to her crotch I gently flicked my tongue over her lips and found her clit. Her body tensed in a good way, she generally doesn't like clit stimulation, again too sensitive like her nipples, but I was determined to be gentle on her and get her blood pumping this morning.
Grabbing on hand and using my other to slip under her and tightly clench her ass cheek, I worked away on her. Between juicy breaths I reminded slave of the rule; she needed to ask for permission to cum.
"What's the rule?" I asked.
"I have to..."
"What is it?"
She moaned again. "I have to..."
She was lost, she knew what the rule was but couldn't wrap her mind around verbalizing it. I went easy on her and didn't force her to tell me.
"You have to ask permission!" I finished.
"Yes..." was all she managed to get out.
Soon she moaned out, "Oh Master...can I cum????"
Her body was sprung tight, all her muscles clentched.
"Cum for me slave!" I ordered, as I continued to work her clit.
She exploded.
I crawled back ontop of her, inserted my still hard cock in her, and held her as she came down. "That's a good reward for serving me this morning! Might make you want to do that more often!"
She smiled.
We looked at the clock and realized, that not only were we going to be late, but that I wasn't going to be buying her a coffee this morning!