My Morning Routine: Fisting, Peeing, and Shitting on My Slave Husband
As I wake up each morning, I am greeted by the warmth of my fisting slave husband lying beside me. Our bodies entwined, his soft cock nestled between my legs. Today, as always, I have planned a delightful routine for us both. I begin by leveraging my stronger physique to fist his tight ass with both hands; stretching it and pushing past his anal walls with each thrust. The look of pure ecstasy on his face as I take him hard is enough to invigorate me for the rest of the day. My fists pound against his prostate, causing him to moan and beg for more. It's clear that he enjoys being my personal fucktoy.
Afterward, I release my grip from his ass, allowing him to catch his breath while I clean up. But before he can rest, I order him to his knees and command him to open his mouth wide. I unleash a torrent of hot piss onto his eager tongue, watching as he laps it up like a good little slut. And when I'm finally done, I push him over to the toilet bowl and instruct him to swallow every drop. Little does he know that this is just the beginning of his duties.
Next, I gather my thoughts and decide what's next. A cigarette seems like the perfect way to relax while planning out the day. As I smoke, I lean back against him, using his body as a makeshift ashtray. The scent of tobacco mixes with our sweat, creating an intoxicating aroma that fills the room. And when I'm ready, I lean forward once again and spit out the remaining ashes directly into his mouth. He eagerly swallows everything I offer, never once complaining or resisting.
It's time for the grand finale—shitting into his mouth. I straddle his face, feeling the warmth of my pussy against his cool lips. As I begin to relieve myself, my body shudders with pleasure. My slave husband's cheeks hollow, taking every inch of my load. His eyes water, but he doesn't dare look away. This is his purpose in life—to serve me and endure whatever humiliation I see fit to dish out.
My morning routine may seem extreme to some, but it's these little joys that make it worth getting out of bed for me every day. The power I hold over him, the control I exert, and the satisfaction I derive from seeing him suffer all combine to create a perfect blend of pleasure and dominance. And for now, as I finish my cigarette and prepare for the day ahead, I know that my loyal slave will be there to clean up after me.
