Morning Glory by Doc

by Doc Nolan

It was a quiet day – a very quiet day – for Shannon.  She had been laid the night before and her boyfriend was still there in the bedroom, sound asleep.  In his cage… snoring softly.

She liked that.  In a few minutes she would wake him up by banging on the cage with a stick she always left on the floor next to her bed.  But for now, she just lay there as the sun shone into the room, its rays creating a lattice of dark and light bars across the sheets.  She would bang on his cage when the mood hit her – as it certainly would.  But for now……

As she lay there she dreamed of a warm coffee and hot buttered toast.   Having a boyfriend had its advantages.  He would make the coffee, bring her the toast, and then stand in a corner watching while she enjoyed herself.  On second thought, she might have him face the wall so she could look at his butt.  It had been so delicious caning his behind last night!  Why not stare at him as he stared at a blank wall.  Delicious thought!

“I am such a bitch,” she thought – with a grin.  “And he is so easy… how did I luck out finding this one!”

Shannon wasn’t in love – exactly.  She thought of it as a ‘comfortable relationship’ instead – comfortable for her, but a pain in the ass for him.  She chuckled at her own wit.  Yep, his ass must be painful.  She was not the kind of girl who would ‘hold back’ when it came to whipping butt.  And his was so inviting!

Finally, Shannon decided she wanted that coffee and toast….  Should she gently strum the stick across the bars and gently wake him to his day’s obligations?  Or should she bang loudly on the bars and startle him awake?

She chose the latter….

“Wake up, motherfucker!  Time for my breakfast, dude!  Get cracking!”  He woke with a start and hit his head on the bars, not realizing he was in his cage….  Shannon giggled.  “Forget about last night already?”, she taunted.  He knew better than to say a single word.  The look on his face said it all – he remembered.

“I’m going to let you out to make my coffee and toast,” said Shannon.  “This afternoon back into the cage.  I want to take some pictures of you in there – just like the ones I took last week, but this time showing your striped butt.”  Shannon was no fool.  The pictures were her ‘insurance policy’ and she kept them in a safe deposit box.  He didn’t know she had no intention of ever letting anyone see them…. How could she explain them to folks who knew she and he were ‘a couple’?  But as long as he didn’t know that, she had a powerful grip on his behavior – stronger than the bars of the cage.

Shannon enjoyed the power of making him do whatever she wanted.  That was a rush!  And it was fun coming up with new ‘pet tricks’ for him.  ....  He did errands.  He vacuumed and dusted and (sometimes) even cooked.  And he ALWAYS picked up the tab when they went out – not just for them, but for whoever they were with as well.  (Her girlfriends were very envious – but they knew Shannon well enough to steer clear of ‘her property’ as she referred to her boyfriend.)

Shannon unlocked the cage – still banging on it – and announced, “Rise and shine, mister.  I want my coffee.  I want my toast.  And I want them now.  Get your red butt in gear.”

And he did.

He always did exactly as he was told.

In fact, thought Shannon, he was just about perfect.  Being a woman was sweet.  So much power.  So many men to be tamed, used, and (sometimes) abused.

“Hey, mister, don’t spill any of that coffee on your way to the bedroom, or I’ll loan you out again to Edith.  And you know what she did the last time I loaned you to her!”

That coffee was going to be so nice!  And the buttered toast!  And having him stand in his corner facing the wall as she enjoyed her status as a lady of leisure – and as a very, very successful bitch!