Ho hum. Excuse me while I yawn! Ahhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
It's just that my life has become so routine, so humdrum.
Every morning my companion wakes me up at 7. We never exchange any words at this point in the day. My eyes pop open and he points to the bathroom, with an imperious expression on his face. It's always the same.
So off I shuffle - without enthusiasm - to the room where I relieve myself and then step into a steaming shower. I soap myself from head to toe - and always for at least three minutes, (I count to 180 very slowly) I work especially hard at cleaning my butt crack and hole. Once I'm all washed and rinsed I step out of the shower, drying myself as I do so.
There on the counter - every morning - never with a variation - is a sparkling white clean pair of briefs, that my companion has placed there for me. They are always waist size 28 - which means they fit me very tightly as I have a 32 inch waist and a plump bottom and good sized male equipment to squeeze into them.
I pull them up snugly and then - same old same old - head back into the bedroom. My companion is seated - every morning - in the one comfortable chair in the bedroom. He always signals with his finger that I am to come stand in front of him. And I always do so. Does my face betray the boredom of this repetitious life? I hope it does!
I'm standing, then, between his wide spread legs. He's always dressed in a pair of pajamas. Nice pajamas! Those _d_a_m_n_ed pajamas cost over $300 a pair - and he has four pairs!
So there I stand. My companion looks me up and down slowly. He ALWAYS starts at my face and travels down - lingering for a moment at the sight of my equipment packed into the cotton - and then continuing to my feet - then back up again with another "pit stop" to look at my _c_o_c_k_ slightly thickened in the briefs. He completes the route, and as he locks eye to eye with me, he makes another finger motion this one a horizontal circle, commanding to turn around.
Then there is always a two or three minute silence. I believe he is performing the same slow downward and back upward scan of my physiognomy, pausing at my plump round butt. Having peered over my shoulder into the mirror on more than one occasion, I know that the tight briefs hold my buttocks snugly so that even the depths of my crack - and deep it is! - are visible through the cotton.
The motionless quiet breaks as I feel every morning - and there are probably all sorts of things synchronized with this - birds chirping outside, a coffee commercial on network television every day, a bell ringing at the school - his moves are THAT precise - as I feel his hands