I'm not a brat...

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I opened the lid of the 'bed' and the hinge squeaked again. With that Miss Kitty murmured something incomprehensible in her sleep. Luckily it didnt wake her. I'd hate that. Im not a brat...Im a good boy. 

Tip-toeing back out of the room and down the stairs I take the wd40 from the cupboard under the stairs and creep back up. I give it a good squirt on the hinge. Luckily, I'm far enough away from Kitty for her to smell it.  This should never have happened. It should never have squeaked. I made this bed with my bare hands. A small single sized bed on feet with a lid, almost like a coffin but the lid stayed open during the night of course! I love Miss Kitty so much. She is my whole world. It was on her instruction that I built it. A single mattress fitted it perfectly. You'd think I would have a bed of nails, but Kitty says if I dont sleep properly I cant serve properly. Clock says midnight and I turn off the light. With that I curl up with my pillow and drop off with a smile on my face, thinking of Kitty. 

"Zero!" I sit bolt up right, jump out of bed and turn the light on. The clock says 3. 20am. "Yes Miss Kitty". 

"rub some of the honey blossom cream on my feet" 

"Yes Miss Kitty, right away Miss Kitty". 

I built what looked like a spice rack and screwed it to the wall. In it were all of Kitty's body lotions. 

I took the honey blossom one and dolloped some on my hands, spread it between my palms and proceded to massage some into her left foot with both hands.

 

Kitty doesnt always sleep through soundly, so on occasion she chooses me to help her go back to sleep and this is one of the ways she does it. 

 

After a while of hearing faint noises of approval I move to the other foot on my own initiave. Kitty wouldnt appreciate me waiting for her command to change foot! 

Her feet smell glorious, and the beautiful toe nails I ***ted yesterday remind me of how pleased she was. I used make airfix models when I was a child so Kitty enjoyed moulding that skill to ***ting her toenails. 

Kitty is asleep again so, relieved, I go back to sleep myself.

My wrist vibrate alarm wakes me at 7am as usual and I quietly get up and make my bed and close the lid and put the pictures and flowers on top of the lid where they live during the day. 

 

After a quick shower and the shower gel Kitty likes me to use, I am now dressed in the red frilly panties Kitty wanted me to wear today. It amuses Kitty to see me dressed 'silly' .  A quick check in the mirror at the top of the stairs and im off down stairs making coffee and toast. Ive emptied the dishwasher and I put everything on a tray. I steal a yellow Gerbera Daisy from the bunch I bought home for Kitty yesterday.  She loves Gerbera Daisies the most. I go to leave the kitchen and turn around and do one last check. Yes, it's spotless and ready for inspection. I check the clock. It's 8am. Kitty likes to be woken at 8am. Not 5 minutes to 8 or 5 minutes past 8. Kitty likes it to be 8am.

Up the stairs and into the bedroom, i place the breakfast tray on the lid of the my bed. 

I kneel by the side of Kitty's bed and whisper her name. "Miss Kitty. It's 8am and I have breakfast". Kitty likes me to acknowledge that I am on time. 

 

So there I am, kneeling in my frilly panties, ready to serve Kitty breakfast.

Her eyes open and the first thing she sees are the frilly knickers which immediately make her smile.

"you're a good boy zero" with that she pulls me towards her face, her lips right up close and plumps them with a smile, inches away from my face. Kitty has the most beautiful kissable lips Ive ever seen. As it looks as though she is going to kiss me, I get that ***, as this is usually followed by something cruel, but I never know what or where. At that moment I feel the most excruciating crushing *** in my cock and balls. Kitty has slid her hand into my frilly knickers and grabbed my balls with her other hand without a moment's delay. 

 

She laughs loudly and purposefully as she leans forward for me to immediately recover and plump her pillow so I can place her tray for breakfast. 

I kneel silently with my head bowed as Kitty enjoys her breakfast and still feel the sting in my balls. A small smile creeps onto my face. Kitty likes her toast pale and you have to put the butter on straight away so that it has chance to melt in a little. I do hope she approves. 

Once Kitty has had breakfast I take the tray and its contents and put it in the dishwasher and tidy up. One last check around the kitchen before Kitty comes to check and I kneel on the cold tile floor, head bowed and await her entrance, still in my frilly knickers. 

I hear her coming down the stairs... Did I remember to sweep up the toast crumbs by the toaster!? I hate to upset Kitty: when things are not in order hell hath no fury! I speak from experience. I secretely enjoy *** a little, but I'm not a brat... If I upset Kitty, I dont get a little ***, I get punished however she wishes. I remember one day Kitty ordered another one of her boys to take her to the Anti-Christ party that weekend as my punishment and its such an honour to take Kitty to events, so that really did hurt more than any *** I'd ever had inflicted on me. 

"well done my precious, special little boy. You may get dressed and go to work now". 

"you will also be taking me to Xtasia on Saturday, seeing as you've been so good. I think I'll take you as my dog. Haha.." Kitty loves pet play. I hope there is a stray kitten at the event.... They make Kitty so happy.....