The sound of the shower running woke her. The sheets were warm as she stretched under the covers. For a few moments, she simply laid there and waited for the fog of sleep to vacate her mind. Making decisions always helped speed along the process. Once she felt awake enough, the woman rose from the bed. Sunbeams peaked through the blinds and stretched across her naked body.

Another long stretch, then she crossed to the dresser at the end of the room. Pink felt right. She selected a pink plastic diaper from a drawer and dropped it onto the floor. A matching chastity cage followed shortly after. The woman delicately released the set of keys onto the pile as well.

Satisfied, she left her bedroom and made her way to the bathroom. The mirror was still clear, despite the warm shower. It was only a few more minutes before the woman stepped into it's stream. The water would aide her attempts to wake up.  The coffee her submissive was sure to be starting would help more though. The woman took her time though, enjoying the heat spraying onto her body. She knew when her boy entered the bathroom. He was hardly quiet in his steps, but she didn't need him to be. He exited quickly, only enough time to follow his rules, not enough time to fully enjoy the sight of his naked mistress.

Satisfied, the woman turned off the shower. A warm towel waited for her on the rack. Her slave had it down to a science at this point. She never would've cared this much, but he got so much joy out of service, it was difficult not to indulge in it. Plus, it was hardly something she suffered through.

She walked back into her bedroom, hair and body wrapped securely in towels. She didn't even glance at the dresser or notice the missing pile from the floor. If she had, she wouldn't have been surprised. This was how it began in the mornings. Her submissive moved in a rhythm and her dominance slowly became the heartbeat he danced around. She didn't like to speak or deal with others right after waking up, it was jarring. So, he kept out of her way.

She took her time selecting her outfit. Running through her plans for the day, she kept it simple. Black panties, matching bralette, denim shorts, and pink blouse. Casual, but cute. She dropped the towels onto the floor and changed. Her hair could air dry. The smell of coffee was filling the house and the woman was beginning to recognize her hunger.

She made her way to the kitchen. The scent of her breakfast was quickly being added to the air. Perfect. The woman didn't even glance at her slave. She simply walked to the large wooden table and sat. He watched her through. He watched her drink from the cup of ice water he had set out when the shower turned off. While the eggs cooked, he quickly finished her cup of coffee and set it wordlessly to her right hand side.

She didn't acknowledge him. He moved swiftly back to the stove, preparing her plate as his mistress drank her liquid gold. It was exactly how she wanted it.

It was only a few more minutes before he set her meal in front of her. His mistress liked consistency, she liked routine, but the same meal every day was tiring. If she didn't want it, it would become his meal. She would prepare whatever it was her fickle body was craving instead. However, it wasn't one of those mornings. She began to eat, pulling out her phone as she did. He left the kitchen and returned to her bedroom. The discarded towels would go in the hamper. He stripped the sheets as well, it was due for a washing.

The omelet was perfect. She had a few of the cold grapes as well. The woman was finally feeling like dealing with people. She hadn't even wanted to acknowledge the noise her boy made when he walked, but now it was at the front of her mind. He returned to the kitchen shortly, crinkling all the way. He hand washed the skillet with efficiency, until the sound of his owner's fork being set on the plate drew his attention. He left the sink and scooped up her plate, leaving her drinks, and brought it back to be washed at a later time. His chores were done, so the submissive man stood to the right of the dominant woman and waited.

"Morning," she said softly. Their eyes met for the first time that day.

"Hi," he responded with a smile. "How was breakfast?"

"That omelet was good, was that paprika?"  She tilted her head slightly as she watched him. He had a bit of scruff on his jaw and she pretty sure it made him more sexy.

"Yeah, figured I'd try that out. Glad it worked," He said, fully grinning.

She nodded and finished the rest of her coffee. "You hungry?" She took a sip of her water to cleanse the taste.

"No, I had some waffles before I came over. I'll be good until lunch. Want me to clear the table?"

"Yeah, go ahead," she said. He nodded and grabbed her empty coffee cup, water, and napkin.

"Hydrate," the woman ordered before he could toss her water. "I have some errands, but I was thinking after we could see that movie you were telling me about? Not sure on showtimes."

"I'll find some options," he said before drinking deeply from the discarded glass of water.

His mistress watched him with a small smile. "Put four ice cubes down your diaper, split evenly."

He nearly choked, but set down the cup and swallowed hard. Pink was creeping up his cheeks and he averted his gaze as he scooped up two ice cubes. The man undid the button and fly of his jeans just enough to reveal the plastic pink beneath. He dropped the cubes down the back of his diaper and grabbed the other two. He released a breath then stuck them down the front before he could hesitate too much.

He wiggled a bit on the spot as his body adjusted to the cold. Eyes still down, the man washed his hands at the sink.

"Come here, sissy." His dominant's tone had shifted ever so slightly. He turned off the water and walked towards her, diaper still partially exposed. "Aw, what's this?" She cooed as he stopped in front of her. She reached out and ran her nails over the front of his diaper. The plastic crinkled loudly under her touch.

He shifted from foot to foot as he struggled to make eye contact. "It's my diapy, Mistress." Even after months of this type of play, he still struggled a little bit with saying it. She chose the words specifically to embarrass him and it worked wonderfully. His cock throbbed in it's cage despite how cold his balls were.

"Does my sissy need to wear diapers?" She asked with a condescending smirk.

He blanched and responded almost reflexively. "I don't!" His eyes shot to meet hers, despite how crimson his cheeks were glowing.

"Oh, is it dry then?"

"Well, no, but that's only because of the ice!" He argued.

She stood from her seat, fingers still lightly tracing his diaper. "Is it dry, slave?"

He looked away and bit his lower lip for a moment before answering. "My diapy is wet, Mistress."

It was too easy to embarrass him. The woman barely had to try. Palm replaced fingers as she pressed the cold padding against him. "Does my sissy need to wear diapers?"

"Yes, I need to wear a diapy, Mistress," he murmured. The attention on his crotch was making his cock long for the cage to be gone.

"Thank me for giving you what you need," she said sweetly.

He exhaled audibly as his mistress began to rub against the cage. "Thank you for diapering me, Mistress."

"Look me in the eye and thank me for everything."

He struggled for a moment to actually maintain eye contact. His voice became softer as the humiliation pushed him into submission. "Thank you for diapering me and thank you for teasing my baby dick, Mistress."

"Good little sissy." She pulled away abruptly and walked towards the front door. "Get ready to head out, I want to get to the post office early. Also, I need the keys." She selected her shoes for the day as her slave fixed his jeans and responded to her orders.He grabbed her favorite water bottle and filled it up, then filled his own. A slight fog had settled over his mind at the embarrassment she'd given him so early in the morning. He would pay for his defiance, but it was something they both enjoyed.

Her shoes were on when he joined her. He grabbed her purse and slipped the water bottles in it then reached into his pocket and removed one of the keys to his cage. One remained at the house at all times, but he dropped the other into her awaiting hand.

She spun the key in her fingers as he slid his shoes on and grabbed the car and house keys. "I want the key to your cage down the back of your diaper. You'll wet yourself at least twice while we're out and if you keep up the attitude I'll make you shit yourself as well and fetch the key with your mouth."

He blanched at her casual promise. He'd never done that, but it wasn't on their agreed upon limits. Would she really make him do it? The thought filled him with revulsion, but a flame of fear mixed inside of him as well. Fear and excitement? Just at her exercising her control. Reminders of her total ownership always excited him. That's all it was. He would behave and that would be it."Yes, Mistress," he said softly.

"Oh?" She stepped closer to him and her hand drifted to his diapered ass. "What was that? Bit excited to put your face in a messy diaper?"

"No, I was just surprised, Mistress," he said hurriedly.

"I'll make you beg for it later, now get moving diaper butt." She smacked his ass and laughed at the sound.

"Yes, Mistress," he said. He pulled the door open and followed his owner outside.This was his reality. The woman didn't need to check that he was caged or diapered. She wanted him to be so he simply was.