Ironically, entire afternoons spent admiring the collection from my knees were now one of Mistress Mother's favourite punishments. She'd either place me before an image of something to be denied, or something I'd be forced into later, then let me worry over which it would be.

I let out a small sigh of relief as I emerged from the narrow hallway, then cringed at how loud it sounded. At this time of the morning the house was so quiet, the slightest sound seemed to be amplified a hundred times. Dammit, I should have known better! Thankfully, though, it seemed as if my careless lapse would go unnoticed.

As I stepped carefully towards the stairs, I could only hope the sound of my bare feet sliding through the thick, plush carpeting wasn't as loud as I feared. There was a very explicit routine to preparing Mistress Mother for her day, and waking her prematurely would NOT be a good start.

Suddenly, I heard her call from high atop the stairs. "Boy?" Startled, I grabbed the bannister and bit my lip to keep from crying out my surprise. She sounded as if she'd been awake for a while, but that did nothing to calm my trembling. "Is that you, Boy?"

Unsure whether I should race upstairs or await her command, I hesitated on the bottom stair. "Y-Y-Yes . . . yes, Mistress Mother."

After a moment of silence -- during which, I realized, she must have been listening for my feet upon the stairs -- she screamed, "Get your worthless ass up here!" Then, as if I needed the extra incentive, she cried, "NOW!"

Swallowing my fear, I rushed up the blood-red stairs two and three at a time. In my panicked haste I tripped once, banging my shoulder against the wall, then nearly tumbled head-over-heels into her bedroom. Mistress Mother was NEVER up this early, and the few times I had awakened her by mistake she'd just sat silently, waiting with a sinister glare on her face.

"Your slave bids you good morning," I gasped, falling to my knees beside her bed. Having glimpsed the look of distraction she wore, I didn't know whether to be relieved or worried. It was far better than facing her icy glare, but it made me wonder if she was dreaming up a new punishment for me.

The last time I'd awakened her prematurely, she'd taken the morning devotions I so enjoyed and turned them into a gruelling day-long bout of humiliation. First, she'd grabbed my limp cock and dragged me into the private gym downstairs. For the next three hours she'd sat on my face, pressing her full weight down upon me, while she exercised well past her usual limits. Instead of orally worshipping her sex, I was being suffocated beneath her hot sloppy cunt as I drowned in rivers of sweat and streams of piss. Immediately afterwards, while she still shone with sweat, she'd had me lick her entire body clean. An hour later, she'd dragged me back up to the master bathroom, where I was forced to bathe her with a tiny scrap of sponge that couldn't have been more than half-inch in diameter.

Finally, after all that, she invited three of her fellow Mistresses to make use of the facilities and her slave. I, of course, served each of them exactly as I had Mistress Mother -- never once complaining about Lady Laura's cummy cunt, Goddess Victoria's heavy period, or Mistress Susan's almost constant urination. After bathing them too, I'd almost complained about having to clean the tub with that same tiny sponge, but a vicious paddling had silenced me before I could speak.

To my surprise, there was to be no such punishment this morning. "Get on the bed, Boy," she snapped, "and assume the position."

Nodding once, I crawled around to the end of the bed before climbing onto it. Then, my nose close enough to almost touch her lips, I laid my head between her thighs and waited. Simply inhaling the heady aroma of her pussy was nearly enough to make me cum, and she often used that musky perfume to improve my performance. Of course, it helped that I was forced to stare deep into the pussy from which I'd been born. I knew that most people never got the chance to slip back inside, and I relished every opportunity to pay proper homage to that taboo hole.

With a low growl, Mistress Mother reach down and grabbed the back of my head. She didn't press very hard, but with her exquisitely long nails she didn't have to. "Closer, Boy -- I want you to fuck me with your nose.".....(cont)