76: Vixen Makes Me Coffee

Over the years we were together, morning coffee became a cherished ritual between me and my little submissive. Almost every morning, I would wake up to find a freshly made latte sitting on my nightstand.

As time went on, she learned to create foam art. I’d find anything from “I love Sir” to a Pokéball in the foam. But no matter how it looked, seeing it there first thing in the morning always made me feel like the most loved person in the world. I’d sip that “little cup of love,” slowly waking up with a smile. Then I’d go downstairs and smile again as I watched her bounce around the kitchen, cleaning.