She rolls over and looks at the other two who occupy the bed with her. She turns her head slightly to the left and sees Him, arms wrapped around her, a content expression on His face. She looks to her right and sees Her curled up in her arms; a rare occurrence, since She usually prefers to sleep by Herself. She smiles to herself happily and climbs out of bed, careful to not wake Them up. As she pulls on a robe, she notices a stirring, and instantly knows that her absence is recognized; only minutes remain before they will both wake up. She scurries off to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast, knowing they will be hungry after the workout last night! She glows as she selects only the finest produce for her fruit salad, bagels and cream cheese. She never knows quite how anyone likes their eggs, and knowing how picky she is about her eggs, steers away from the traditional breakfast fare. She notices a change...the soft snores coming from the bedroom have stopped, and she can hear the bedroom fan more clearly. She is almost through chopping the pineapple when she feels Him come into the room. Though he hasn't even touched her yet, she can feel goose bumps beginning to form on her skin, and a wave of pleasure flooding through her body. He stands in the doorway, knowing all too well the sensations His very presence has caused her. She stops what she is doing, mid-chop, drops to her knees, and waits for Him to approach her. She can feel His eyes upon her, inspecting her handiwork, inspecting what He knows to be her naked form underneath her silky robe. She dares not to turn around and look at Him, knowing very well that this will only bring her grief, so she remains on her knees, patiently, excitedly waiting for Him to come over to her. After a few moments pass, He walks over to her, grabs a handful of her hair, and gestures for her to stand. Her heart pounds faster, suddenly aware that she must have done something to irritate Him. He walks her back to the bedroom, takes a seat and commands that she present herself. Obediently, she crawls over to the night table and takes the crop laying there between her teeth, and crawls back over to Him, this time on all fours, head to the ground. He takes the crop from her and she automatically braces herself for punishment. He grasps her chin, guiding her to look Him in the eyes. He asks her if she knows what she has done wrong. She lowers her head back to the floor, takes a moment to think about how she started her morning, the few simple tasks she has completed...when she realizes that this is the issue...she got out of bed without permission, which in turn woke her Sir up. She answers what she has just realized, and cringes with regret. He sits thoughtfully, and places His foot on her back, flicking the edges of the crop on the small of her back. She shivers with suspense, nipples perking, blood rushing to her head, when she feels the kiss of her Sir's crop against her naked thigh. As the other lands on her side, she murmurs her apologies, careful to make sure her voice doesn't change with each lash to her soft flesh. He removes her robe to inspect His handy work, finds it to be satisfactory, and stands her back up. He instructs her to remember to stay in bed until He has been pleasured every morning, and sends her back to the kitchen. She thanks her Sir for reminding her of her place and finishes making breakfast. She had just finished spreading cheese on the bagels when she felt another presence, this time that of her Lady. She drops to her knees and whispers good morning to Her as She plants delicate little kisses on her now bare and reddened flesh. She turns her to face Her and kisses her deeply, noting the already hardened nipples, and proceeds to explore the extent of the morning’s excitement between her legs. A soft moan escapes her lips as Her fingers penetrate her already wet pussy. She can't help but admire the deftness with which her Lady finds every pleasurable spot inside her. She notices her cheeks reddening, knowing that she is about to climax, and sinks Her claws into her back while teasing her clit. It was all she could handle, her legs buckle, and she moans her Lady's name as she gushes all over her fingers. She brings Her fingers to eye level, and then to her eye level. She takes her Lady's fingers into her mouth, licking all the juices off, and kisses Her, the flavour still on her lips. She giggles, swats her on the bum, and leaves her to finish fixing breakfast. Happily she sighs, thanks her Lady, and finishes fixing breakfast. As she sets the plates on trays, she thinks to herself that it's a good thing she didn't make eggs, for they'd surely be cold by now! She smiles wickedly as she enters the bedroom with breakfast, wondering what else this morning would bring.