The soft rapping on the door pulled me from the stove. The sizzling pan sent enticing aromas to mix with the strong scent of the Hawaiian Kona coffee brewing in the pot behind me. I opened the door, a grin appearing on my chiseled face, "good morning."

   "Hello, sir," the short, stocky man greeted me in a slightly effeminate tone, "here is the item you requested. Please have it back Monday morning."

   I took the metal box from his hands. "Thank you," my voice sincere, "I will have it back first thing Monday. Thank your boss for me, please."

   He nodded and stepped away. I shut the door and finished making breakfast. I cut another Valencia orange and twisted the meat into a juicer. Fresh orange just fell with bits of pulp into a small carafe. The citrus smelled wonderful, the kitchen alive with mixed fragrances.

   I flipped the softly browning French toast and then pulled out a large tray. Setting a plate in the middle of the tray I filled it with the three slices of the French toast. I carried the second pan over and set in six pieces of link sausage. I placed a small saucer of freshly cut bananas and pineapple in a neat arrangement next to the plate of sausage and French toast.

   I grabbed two glasses and a coffee cup. I filled the glasses; milk in one and the fresh orange juice in the other. In the coffee cup I poured in the steaming pot of Hawaiian coffee. The smells were wonderful, mixing in a bouquet of delightful odors. The pungent smell of the coffee was mingling beautifully with the soft scents of the citrus.

   Wonderful.

   I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of fresh Vermont syrup. Setting the syrup on the tray I grabbed some butter followed by cream and sugar. With the butter and syrup on the tray, sitting aside the plate of French toast and sausage and the saucer of fruit. I was almost ready to go.

   I set some silverware next to the plate and carried the tray from the kitchen. I walked up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. Entering the room I looked down at Collette’s sleeping form. She looked beautiful, at peace, dreaming happy dreams of places and times unknown. I set the tray down and left the room.

   I returned seconds later carrying the strongbox that had just been delivered. I set the box next to the tray of food. I stood at the foot of the bed. I lowered my body, my knees pushing into the mattress. I extend my tongue and licked Collette’s shapely leg. I could taste the faint flavor of salt.

   Collette moaned in her sleep, her legs stretching slightly. My tongue worked slowly upwards, trailing upwards towards her soft thighs. Slowly I licked higher, past her bent knee to her thighs and higher. My body worked between her legs as she shifted once again.

   "Good morning," she whispered, sleep in her voice. "What a wonderful way to wake up."

   My tongue danced through the soft patch of her pubic hair. I licked higher, up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts to her neck. My tongue leaving a wet trail as I worked higher. I licked her neck, strong thrusts against her throat. I licked upward, stopping at her lips. With a soft kiss I whispered, "good morning, sweet heart. Breakfast is served."

   She moaned in delight.

   I crawled off the bed and grabbed the strongbox. I held the box to Collette, offering her the package. She took it from my hands, looking at me quizzically, the sleep vanishing from her eyes. "What is it?" she asked, curiosity burning.

   "Open it," I smiled.

   Collette opened the box and squealed in delight, a smile lighting he face, "it’s beautiful." She reached inside the box and pulled out a diamond tiara. It sparkled in the soft morning light streaming in through the windows. Light danced reflected against the ceiling, shining like the moon against breaking waves. She cooed in delight as she raised the crown to her head.

   I explained how it was on loan for the weekend, and how I thought it would be the perfect accessory for my princess. I smiled broadly as I explained that for today she was a princess, every whim seen to promptly.

   Again she smiled.

   She placed the tiara on her head, the diamonds shining and illuminating her face in its shiny glow. I returned to the dresser and carried the tray of food to Collette. She could smell the mingling fragrances, inhaling deeply. "Smells yummy," she breathed.

   I watched as she added cream and sugar to the coffee, the steam wafting in lazy tufts skyward. She took a sip of the coffee, savoring the pungent taste. "Mmm," she mouthed, "my favorite."

   She ate heartily, pouring the syrup over the French toast. She poured copious amounts of syrup, using the excess as an accompaniment to the sausage; dipping the sausage in the syrup. She savored the meal, chewing slowly, enjoying the fruit and meat. She sipped the coffee, soft throaty sounds emanating from her mouth.

   She enjoyed her breakfast. When she finished the first cup of coffee, I bounded down the stairs and returned with the still warm pot. I refilled the cup and Collette once again poured in a small amount of cream, and a couple spoonfuls of sugar.

   As she finished her breakfast I cleaned up the tray, bringing the dishes back to the kitchen. She kept her coffee cup on the nightstand, sipping the strong drink throughout. I returned with a bottle of crimson nail polish. "My lady," I spoke showing her the small glass bottle.

   She giggled in delight. I climbed onto the bed, sitting at her feet. I lifted her left foot, bringing the pod to my mouth. I kissed each toe, one by one. I licked her foot, massaging her arch with my hands. I snaked my tongue between each toe, gently probing the webbing. I nursed on each toe like a baby, sucking gently. I blew cool bursts of air on the wet digits, and Collette moaned in delight.

   I used the bed sheets to dry the left foot before starting on the right. I picked up her foot and massaged the arch. My thumbs pressed into her foot, and with strong presses I rotated my thumbs. I massaged her right foot as I had her left, my thumbs pressing into her foot, small circles, easing the tired muscles underneath. I kissed each toe, suckling them, drawing them into my warm mouth. My tongue played over them, lightly caressing them, slipping between each toe in turn. I drew each toe into my mouth, one by one, kissing them, sucking on them, scraping my teeth along them.

   Through it all Collette moaned in delight. She lay down, her elbows supporting her body, watching as I caressed and suckled her feet. I dried her right foot as I had her left, using the sheets as a towel.

   I picked up the nail polish. Shaking vigorously, I mixed the pigments. I opened the bottle. I set her feet with bent knees on my calves. She pushed gently to keep them in place. I slowly began painting her toenails, soft, deliberate strokes. The nails alit with color, fire engine red dancing on the nails. I painted them all, carefully keeping the small brush on the nail alone.

   I finished both feet and bent to blow softly on the wet nails, moving my head side to side slowly. I continued to caress her toes with the soft bursts of air until the nails were dry. Once dry I once again wrapped my lips around her toes, sucking them into my mouth again. My tongue trailed from her toes to her heel, across her arch. Collette giggled at the tickling feeling as my tongue scraped across her sensitive feet.

   I licked across her foot, toe to heel, and the returned to her toes with soft, light kisses. My hands gripped her toes together and I squeezed, kneading her toes as a group, working them free of the tension underneath.

   With another kiss on the top of each foot I climbed off the bed. "My lady," I said, offering my hand to her.

   Collette took my hand and I pulled her naked body off the bed, the sheets falling away, revealing the treasure underneath. I escorted her to the master bathroom. She stood naked behind me as I filled the tub, adjusting the water temperature as she liked it. I poured in two capfuls of raspberry bubble bath, watching the bubbles escalate to fill the tub. I took her hand again and helped to ease her into the tub, watching as the water filled the tub. Her breasts floated softly, dancing in the water, the white bubbles concealing the soft flesh. I pulled the tiara off her head and set it aside until after the bath.

   I dropped to my knees and picked up a burgundy wash cloth. Dipping the rag in the water I began to wash Collette. My hand washed her back, dropping from her neck downward to the soft swell of her behind. I spun the washcloth in soft circles, bathing her with soft strokes.

   I bought my hand around from the back of her neck to wash her front, my hands caressing her breasts, firm, knowing strokes. She moaned in delight, her eyes shut, her mind concentrating on the feeling of my tender caresses. The soft rag danced over her skin as I trailed it lower. I washed her stomach and still my hand went lower, the warm water climbing my arm.

   I lowered my hand between her legs, caressing her sex with the burgundy cloth. I smiled at her moaning face; her eyes clenched shut. I bathed her thighs and legs ending my trek at her freshly painted toes. I brought the rag upward, and rang it out, the water from the washcloth falling loudly into the warm water of the tub.

   I set the cloth aside and picked up a plastic cup with a yellow smiley face etched on its side. I slid sideways and filled the cup with the scented water. The bubbles were popping, fading as the bath went on. I caught a glimpse of Collette’s soft thigh, smiling again.

   I poured the cupful of water through her hair. Then a second, a third. I saturated her hair, the brown strands sticking to her back. I grabbed a bottle of shampoo, raspberry like the bubbles, and massaged a healthy dollop into her scalp. I washed her hair, my fingers kneading her scalp forcefully. Anne moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the attention, savoring her bath.

   With the suds concealing her hair I used the smiley-cup to rinse the shampoo from her hair. When her hair was free of suds I stood up and offered her my hand again. She took it and I helped her from the tub. She stood naked before me, her beautiful body enticing, warm and full of desire. I grabbed a burgundy bath towel and slowly patted her body dry.

   I briskly dried her hair with the towel. I offered her my hand again and escorted her to the bedroom. She sat at the vanity where I used the hair drier to blow dry her hair. I combed her hair, starting at the damp tips, working upward. With her hair dry I returned to the bathroom to fetch the tiara.

   I set the crown on her head, "princess," I smiled, my words soft.

   I stood behind her, watching her in the mirror of the vanity as I began to massage her shoulders. My fingers flexed, my thumbs digging into her shoulder blades. I worked through the tension in the muscles under her smooth skin. I brought my hands together, my palms pressing into her neck, massaging her throat.

   I lowered my hands, trailing them down her back. She looked exquisite, sitting at the vanity, her eyes staring into mine through the reflection. I watched her breasts rise in fall in excited breaths. She exhaled happily, her face flush with excitement. My hands overlapped, my palms pressing firmly into her skin. I massaged her back, all the while listening to the muted moans of her desire.

   I brought my hands back to her shoulders and softly caressed them. I bent forward and kissed the back of her head, my nose hitting the thin band of the tiara. She looked beautiful, the tiara made for her it seemed, perfectly adhering to her head like it was meant to be.

   It belonged there.

   I held my arm to Collette and she took it. I escorted her to the closet and helped her don a thin, summer dress. She raised her hands as I lowered the dress down her body. She swirled and the hem flared out magnificently. I caught a glimpse of her white thighs and I smiled appreciatively.

   I donned a pair of jeans and pullover shirt. Together we exited the house, heading out for a day of shopping. We hit the mall running. Collette drew jealous stares as the tiara glinted in the fluorescent light of the mall. We shopped for hours. Collette buying what she desired and I carried her bags. I remained two steps behind, along as her entourage. I was at her beck and call. She indicated what dress size she needed at the fitting room and I retrieved it. At the food court, she wanted lemonade and I acquired it. No whim was too small to make her happy.

   We went to dinner with a full day of shopping behind us. We drove into the city, and ate lobster and steak by candlelight. The night loomed, the sun sinking behind the red mountains of the Arizona desert. We had baked Alaska for desert, the perfect ending to a wonderful meal.

   We returned home, and as I helped Collette out of her dress she whispered, "we will have to do this again tomorrow."

   I could only nod my head in agreement.

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