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In Her Service
By X X
They had written back and forth, as well as met in person,
and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed
his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he
wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be
useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her
concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to
have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, although that was possible, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit, for a while.
She asked what he thought about contracts. He
had seen a few examples and thought they were good for
stating limits and outlining what was expected. He also had
to admit that the idea of one excited him and kind of fit
in with his thoughts of serving, even though he knew that
such a thing wouldn't be a legal document.
Things clicked and He had offered his services early on.
She was intrigued, and when the meeting ended she said that
she would contact him in the next few days.
He was thrilled to see the email the next day. In it she
said that she could work within his limits and schedule.
She had also attached a contract for him to sign and bring
with him next time they met. He became concerned, then
excited as he read it. She had copied the limits he had
stated in an earlier e-mail and the rest of it was just a
few lines stating that basically he was hers and would
serve her a minimum of 40 hours per month with tardiness,
cancellations and incomplete months to be penalized at the
Domme's discretion. The contract was effective from the
date signed until cancelled by either party. The Domme
could cancel at any time whereas the sub had to give 60
days written notice. During which time he would continue to
serve. The sub would also be required to complete any
carryover hours prior to release.
Now he finds himself walking up to Her door, dufflebags in
hand. It was 10:00 Thursday evening and he had arranged it
so that he wouldn't be expected back until Saturday night.
A shudder of anxiety runs down his spine as he thinks about
what She had said to him last. He didn't have to show up
today, and there would be no hard feelings, probably just
regrets on his part. If he did show up, he was her's.
The door opens before he reaches it and She is there,
smiling. Greetings exchanged, she motions him in. She asks
if he printed out and signed that service
agreement/contract. He slips the envelope from one of his
bags and hands it to her. Showing him to the shower first,
she lets him know that she will bring in from his bags what
he is to wear, and that she will give him the grand tour a
bit later. Standing at the doorway as he undresses, she
sees his hairless body, expressing her approval that her
orders were followed. Reminding him that no hair is allowed
from the head down, except for his arms. She exits and the
warm water does little to wash the nervous chills from his
body. He hears her slip back in shortly and she tells him
that what he is to wear is set out and that he shouldn't
dwell on his make-up, just do a quick job of it. She grabs
the clothes he arrived in before slipping back out
Drying off, he looks at what is laid out. She had also left
the padlocking wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. He swallows
hard, turns to the mirror, and begins his makeup. Never
satisfied but knowing he was told to be quick, he finishes
his face and turns to the clothes. Short black waist-
cincher followed by a pair of fishnets. White petticoat
and one of his basic maid's uniforms. Slipping the blonde
wig into place then tying off the apron of his uniform as
he checks himself in the mirror. Seeing she had left the 5
1/2 inch ankle strap pumps. (Knowing these were at the edge
of what he could walk in.) He sat for a moment to slip them
on and buckle the straps.
Seeing all that was left was the collar and cuffs, each
with the padlock open and no key in sight, he took a deep
breath as if to steel himself. Slipping each on, and
closing the lock afterwards. He stands and checks himself
one last time.
Opening the door and looking out and around he announces he
is ready. She calls for him and he follows the voice, a bit
unsteady on the heels, realizing he is a bit out of
practice. She is resting on the couch as he enters.
She beckons him forward, then has him turn and walk back
and forth a few times as she examines what she has to work
with. Then she tells him to stop and turn, facing away from
her.
The next thing he feels is the wrist cuffs being attached
together behind him. Then a length of rope passed between
his elbows several times and his elbows pulled together as
the rope is tied off. She walks around before him, leash in
hand and announces that it is time for the tour.
Speaking as She clips the leash to his collar. "We'll take
a little tour and perhaps chat a bit. Now just so we're
clear, when you are being led on a leash you need to follow
close enough to keep slack on the leash, but far enough to
avoid bumping into me. Okay?"
"Yes Ma'am." he says, his voice breaking a bit.
She pauses a moment then asks, "Haven't changed your mind,
have you?"
That nervous excitement running through him picks up a bit.
He clears his throat and reply's with a more forceful.
"No ma'am."
Turning with the leash running over her shoulder She says,
"Good, because it's too late now."
She strides forward and he has barely enough time to react.
Struggling to get up to speed on the heels, the leash still
gets pulled taught... She chides him for this, but assures
him that he will get better. This happens a few more times
as She gives him a quick tour of the place. Ending at the
kitchen table she grabs the daily planner that rests there.
"Most of what you need to know, and what is expected from
you will be picked up as we go along." She opens the book
and turns it towards him. "I will be using this as a kind
of scheduler/notebook/record and you are welcome to look it
over anytime. As you can see under tomorrows date is a time, the word coffee, and a note on how I take it. That of course is when you will be waking me, with coffee already made. You will also find a menu for any meals you will be preparing. Any questions about how to prepare any of it, please ask."
Pointing to a small 3 x 5 notebook and pen.
"This is your notebook, mainly for taking notes when I ask
you to. When you can, make sure to note --leash following
distance: 4 times. You can use it also, if need be. . Tomorrow for example, after you wake me up, I'll
probably have you draw me a bath. While I bathe would be a
good time for you to change the bed sheets and start the
ones you removed in the wash. I'll let you know when I
expect breakfast to be served and by that time you will
probably need to start preparing it. You can grab whatever
you want to eat before then, right after you wake if you
want. Then after breakfast you will need to clear the
table, wash the dishes, drain the bathwater, rinse the tub
and make sure the bathroom and bedroom are in order. No
need to worry about remembering all that now, as I'll guide
you through it then. By the way, where is your pedicure
equipment? I didn't see any of it in the bags you brought
in, did you forget it?
"Oh, no Ma'am. I have my stool, and all the supplies in my
car. I even brought the paraffin wax unit, I'm sorry I just
couldn't carry it all in one trip. Should I go bring it
in?"
She steps towards the kitchen as she lets him know that she
will run out to get it tomorrow, after all, she has his
keys. She leads him into the center of the kitchen and
stops.
"Now the kitchen is going to be your first project. You
won't have to be constantly busy, depending upon your
attitude of course. However if there is time when you're
not sure what you should be doing, this is it."
Opening the bottom cupboard she points out that there is
new rolls of shelf paper that needs to be put up. Sweeping
her hand she mentions the refrigerator and oven can be
cleaned, inside and behind. The microwave, the walls,
etcetera... That he should just think of it as a spring
cleaning.
Grabbing the leash she leads him back to the living room,
explaining that he won't need to worry about any of that
yet tonight. But that right now there is a few things that
they need to discuss and be perfectly clear about. Things
he needs to know about the situation. Unclipping the leash
she tells him to relax a minute. She grabs a sturdy oak
chair from the corner and sets it a few feet from the
couch, facing it. His arms still bound behind him, She
helps him into the chair and guides his arms over the back
of it. Then She exits the room. He rests in the chair
thankful to relieve the pressure on his calves.
She returns and he straightens in the chair a bit. She runs
a length of rope between the wrist cuffs, guides it under
the chair and ties it off. While doing this she sees that
he has one shoe dangling as much as the ankle strap will
allow and is rotating his foot in it. She informs him in a
casual manner that what he is doing is unacceptable. It
could be considered being out of uniform and besides, it
looks unladylike. She asks if there is a problem with the
heels. He explains that there's nothing wrong with the
shoes, it's just that they are at the edge of what he can
walk on. She tells him that he can grab a different pair
later.
Looping another short length of rope to each of the ankle
cuffs, she has him slip his knees over the corners of the
chair and place his feet as far back as he can, where she
secures them to the rear legs of the chair. One more length
of rope is wrapped around one leg just above the knee,
looped under the chair, around the other knee then pulled
tight. One last piece encircles his waist and chair back.
Stepping back to admire her work, she smiles commenting,
"You look good like that, but I think we may need to get a
posture collar for you."
He smiles and thanks her through the butterflies in his
stomach.
She steps behind him and moments later he feels her slip
the wig off his head and a large ball gag fills his vision.
Opening his mouth wide as she pushes the ball in place. She
steps around to his side and tightens the chin and head
straps, then slips the wig back on.
"There, now this is just so I'm not interrupted while I
explain a few things about your situation. We'll handle any
questions later." She circles back around him and sits on
the couch directly in front of him. "Now before I forget
and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow
morning... you have my wake time in the book, however you
need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you
get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to
be fully dressed in one of your satin uniforms and looking
your best. Understand?"
He nods.
She leans back with a slight sigh, as if steeling herself.
"Now then, since your here, that means that you have agreed
to serve. As I said, you will pick up what is required of
you as we go along. There are a few important points you
need to understand. First and foremost is that I want to
reassure you that I will honor your limits. I give you my
word on that. That being said, you will honor your
commitment, and I will make sure of that also.
"I'm going to make room for your clothes here, so you don't
have to keep dragging them back and forth. That will also
ensure that you return. How would you get them back if you
didn't? I couldn't imagine walking away from that lovely
stuff you have.
"Now, just in case that isn't enough, I've spoken to a
friend of mine about our little arrangement. He has said
that he would be happy to go pick you up for me. Of course
you would have to pay him back for his troubles. Just In
case you put up a fuss and the police or a concerned
citizen gets involved, I put together an envelope with
copies of our correspondence, copies of your personal ad,
and I'm going to have you write a little note explaining
that this is just part of a kinky game. I don't want to
hear any argument that this is violating your limit about
discretion as it would be you drawing the attention and it
would only be used for this purpose.
"I may be bluffing about this, I may not. You may never
know because you are not going to break contact with me. If
you do I will give you one chance to return on your own, after that we just start this all over except you'll have to give 180 days notice and of course you'll be severely punished. Like you never have before. If you think that I won't, or you think that you may like it, then please try me."
His breath quickens as his mind struggles to take it all
in. That feeling of erotic fear washes over him. He wonders
if he has gone too far but tries not to show it. She leans
forward and grabs the chin strap of the gag so that they
are about a foot apart.
"I won't violate your limits, but you and I both know that
leaves a lot of options, besides, I'm doing this for you.
You wanted to be helpless, said you craved it. Well, that's
just what you got. But don't worry. How rough this is
depends entirely on you. Accept your position, give it your
best effort and things will work out fine."
She leans slightly forward and grabs the edge of his skirt
and petticoat and pushes/tucks it back exposing him.
Reaching down to the floor next to her, she brings a paper
bag up to her lap. His eyes widen as she pulls 2 packages
of clothespins from the bag.
"Brand new, we need to break these in." She says with a
smile. "Besides, this will give what I say a bit more
emphasis. Plus I get to have a little fun while we get a
feel for each other."
Pulling the bustline down and exposing his chest, she
begins to place a row of clothespins across each breast as
she continues.
"This being close enough to the end of the month, we will
formally start your service on the first of next month. If
you decide it isn't for you, you need to let me know, in
writing, prior to the first of any given month."
He winces in pain as she finishes with 7 across one breast
and starts on the other.
"We will have to decide how you are going to serve the
required minimum of 40 hours each month. We'll find a
schedule that works. For starters we'll try 11:30p.m. Every
Wednesday until 6:00 am every Thursday. I thought that I
would change my schedule a bit on Wednesdays so I can be
here and awake for that time. Beyond that we will schedule
one or two weekend meetings a month. You can just set it up
as if your working Saturday. That way you can report after
work as early as you can arrange and serve until 6:oo pm on
Saturday. That should cover your minimum each month.
"You said that you were 'free' the weekend of June 9th so I
want you to schedule a vacation day for Friday the 8th. And
expect to serve from Thursday midnight thru Monday morning.
I may even have you take Thursday off too."
She finishes with the other 7 then pushes them down as she
raises the bust on the dress and tucks them in.
He twists what little he can in the chair and moans into
the gag. She mimics him with a smile and grabs a row of
pins beneath the material and pulls at them. His eyes widen
and he yelps then moans louder into the gag.
She coos back at him and slips one hand between her legs.
"I just love that look on your face, and that sound is
music to my ears.
"You will let me know of any other times you are available.
Any time you can work earlier, or get a holiday to
yourself. If you are still in my service at the end of the
year I will expect you to arrange to be away at least one
full week of the two you get off. Now then if you happen to
not make the 40 hours, that's not a problem. It will just
be carried over to the next month, just at twice the
amount. Of course any carryover would have to be made up
before our agreement could end."
She raises her hand from between her legs to his nose. "See
what those lovely noises you make do to me?"
Grabbing a handful of clips and running a hand up one of
his thighs.
A chill runs down his spine as she says, "let's make some
more of that music. I just want to show you that I have no
qualms about hurting you, as well as see how you react."
He pleads with his eyes as she grabs a handful of clips and
slips one hand beneath his balls, cupping them.
"This is so much easier without hair."
She begins placing the clips on the loose skin of his
scrotum, all the time smiling at his reaction. Stopping at
6 her hand drops to his inner thighs. Pinching the delicate
flesh and attaching a pin, he squeals into the gag and
twists in the chair.
Putting a hand to his cheek she says soothingly "Ooh, I
know these hurt. Not to worry though, I could fit a dozen
on each at least. But I'll only do a few this time."
He writhes in the chair pulling at his bonds, testing them
as she places the last of 3 pins on each of his thighs. He
sees her hand slide between her thighs again as she looks
directly at him. He can see it on her face that she is
masturbating and it strikes a chord in him to realize that
she enjoys his pain. His thighs, sac and chest are
screaming and it shows on his face.
She asks, "Would you like them to come off?"
He nods yes, as he mouths please through the gag. She just
smiles as she picks up a crop in her free hand and runs it
across the clips.
"Okay I can get those off." and raises the crop.
He squeals into the gag before the crop lands, then screams
into it pulling at the ropes as the crop strikes his thigh
dislodging one of the clips. He pleads into the gag, as the
crop is brought down again. He screws his eyes shut from
the pain and shakes his head side to side. She starts to
flick at the remaining clips and he opens his eyes,
pleading with them. He sees her looking directly at him,
face flushed and smiling as she rocks faster on her hand.
Setting down the crop she grasps another of the thigh clips
and pulls it off without opening it. He yelps and begins
pleading louder as he starts to tremble. She responds by
pulling the rest off the same way, giving him just enough
time to recover from each. As she removes the last one
beneath his waist she draws a deep breath and lets it out
with a moan and a shutter as she orgasms.
A moment later she regains composure and begins to speak.
"You may learn as you go, but there are a few steadfast
rules that are major no no's. You will be completely honest
with me, which especially includes when you are available
and a lie by omission is still a lie. Any lie you are
caught in will come back to you tenfold. The other one is
you will always speak, treat and interact with me with the
utmost respect. That includes your words, tone and
mannerisms. You can express yourself, but I had better not
ever hear an angry tone to your voice. If you should ever
attempt to lay a hand on me, all bets are off and you will
wish you never met me. Am I clear?"
He nods and words a "yes ma'am" through the gag.
"Good." she replies and reaches out to the pins on his
chest and begins removing them one by one. He squirms in
pain, biting down on the gag as the blood returns to where
the clamps were.
He breathes a sigh of relief as the last one is removed.
She stands and his eyes follow as she steps out of the
room. His breath slowly returns to normal. He closes his
eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. He hears Her
behind him then feels her hands on the collar. For a moment
he thinks she is undoing his collar, until he realises that
she is pulling a length of rope through the "D" rings at
the left, back and then right. He gasps, mainly by suprise,
as he is pulled upright by the collar. She slips a finger
beneath the collar, then pulls the rope even tighter and
ties it off under the chair. Seeing the rubber cattail whip
in her hand, he starts shaking his head and pleading into
the gag. This catches her eye and she rests a hand on his
cheek.
"I know this is hard, but it really is best for both of us.
You see this will define the difference between corrective
discipline and punishment, and show you that punishment
should be avoided. You know, some subs misbehave on purpose
to get attention, this will prevent any of that."
She sees him eyeing the thin rubber cat with worried eyes.
"Oh, I know. This is quite the nasty piece of equipment.
I'll take it easy on you, just remember there's no shame in
crying."
She covers his sore sex with the edge of his skirt and
tucks it under him, giving him some protection.
"Just in case I miss," She says with a wink as she undoes
the garter straps on the inside of his thighs and pulls the
fishnets down a couple inches.
He is rendered mute by his racing mind as he watches her
bring the whip over her opposite shoulder and brings it
down onto his inner thigh without hesitation. He screams
openly into the gag and his whole body tenses and his
vision goes white with pain. He's felt whips like this
before, but never nearly that hard. Before he can regain
any sense of composure, his opposite thigh seems to burst
into flames. By instinct He pulls violently at the bonds
and within seconds another blow lands and he screams at the
top of his lungs. He starts to buck, trying to tip or move
the chair, he manages to hold his head still long enough to
see her. She is cooing, as if flirting, as she brings the
whip around again. Again he screams, except this time she
pauses and his screams trails off into a sob that runs
through the length of his body. He feels her hand on his
cheek again. She studies his face a moment and nods as if
telling him it will be okay. He looks down at his thighs
and sees them striped with red welts that are just starting
to rise. Still sobbing he has difficulty assembling a
thought. He looks back up only to catch the follow through
of another cruel swing.
His body shakes and his eyes screw shut as he screams
"Please!" into the gag. Another blow lands before he can
draw his next breath, followed by two more in quick
succession and again his vision goes white with pain.
Pulling in a lungful of air, all he can manage is a
guttural moan. Shaking his head as he begs, "Please,
anything, no more."
Sobbing he feels the tears on his cheeks as he sees that
she is no longer filling his vision. Realizing that he's
still pulling at his bonds, he relaxes a bit which brings a
new wave of sobs. Then she is there. Cupping his chin, she
lifts a tear from his cheek with her tongue and lets out a
low throaty "Yesss..."
He looks down at his red striped thighs and hers gaze
follows. He can almost feel the heat coming off them on his
face. He tips his head back and sighs.
She holds her hand just off the surface of his thigh,
feeling the heat. Then runs her fingers over them. He
tenses with a start and begs "No, no!" not from pain, but
from fear that she was going to start again.
She brings her mouth to his ear, her breath heavy. "Don't
worry, I'm done. I'm going to let you recover for a minute.
Then when I untie you I want you on your knees so that you
can thank me properly for this lesson. Just think, if this
had been a situation where you had broken contact and made
me go and get you. I'd put about 20 clothespins on those
welted thighs, then I'd probably let you sit and stew for
an hour or so."
She grabs a handful of his hair and brings his ear closer.
"Then, as I pulled them off I'd have you beg me to take the
cane to you, and I mean sincerely beg. And you would. But
we don't have to worry about that, do we?"
She unties him and he slips off the chair and to his knees
moments later she sits on the edge of the couch in front of
him.
"Come to me." she says pointing to her feet.
His head down he instinctively asks, "May I" as he tips his
head to her feet. A nod later and he is planting gentle
kisses on her feet. She leans back and sighs.
"Well, I think this is going to work out just fine. Don't
you?"
He clears his throat and replies "Yes, Mistress. If I may
call you that?"
She rocks forward. "Oh, I guess we didn't go over that. You
can address me as Ma'am, Madam or Mistress, whichever you
feel the most comfortable with. You, I think, I'll call
Dee. The same as you signed your letters."
She leans farther forward.
"Raise that skirt and lean back, I want to get a look at
those marks." She runs her fingers over the welts and he
flinches. "Oh my, there are some nice ones here. You know
that you can avoid the worst of it as long as you apply
yourself. Even though you looked so good sobbing like
that." She says with a smile. "Well, I am so wound up, I
know what I need, and it will be good practice for you. Why
don't you hit the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit.
Meet me in the bedroom when you're done."
He walks gingerly to the bathroom. Once there he takes a
close look at his thighs. Shaking his head in wonder he
thinks that has to be at least in the top 3 of the worst
he's taken. Looking in the mirror he sees his face is a
mess. He quickly does what he can to straighten up then
steps out and walks to the bedroom.
She has stripped the covers off and is working with several
lengths of rope. He stands there, unsure of what to do.
Moments later She walks up to him.
"Okay this is how you enter a room. In the case of a closed
door you will knock and wait for permission to enter. When
entering you will wait a moment for eye contact. If none is
made then a short appropriate greeting to announce your
presence is made. Such as -excuse me Ma'am.-- if you
weren't expected or --at your service Ma'am-- if you were.
Once eye contact is made with you, you will tip a small
curtsey then stand at attention unless told otherwise,
maintaining eye contact if possible."
She motions to him. "Place your feet together as close as
you can without them touching each other, and square to
your shoulders. Stand as tall and straight as you can,
facing forward, and place your hands behind or in front of
you hand in hand, then holding that as motionless as you
can." She taps one foot telling him to line it up. "Now
that is standing at attention."
She walks back to the bed and thinks a moment. "In the
closet there is a wood dowel about 3 feet long with ropes
on either end. Bring that here."
He retrieves it and she has him attach the ends to 2
eyebolts in the ceiling so that it now hangs about 3 feet
off the bed.
"Slip that dress and petticoat off and lay on the bed. Face
up with hands over your head."
She opens one of the padlocks on the cuffs and loops it
through the other, locking them together. She then loops a
length of rope between his wrists, pulls them towards the
headboard and ties it off. Bringing 2 lengths of rope up
from the opposite side, he is told to stretch as far as he
can. She pulls and ties them off then smiles at her
handiwork. He is bound spread eagle except his hands are
together. He shifts around and sees that he can barely
move. He wonders what the wood bar if for, but chooses not
to ask.
She slips the wig from his head and slips a harness over
his head. It seems to be much like a gag harness, without
the gag. She grabs 4 lengths of rope that end in spring
clips. These she attaches to 4 "D" rings on the head
harness. He feels his head tugged as she ties off each rope
beneath the bed. When she is done he can move his head no
more than a fraction of an inch. She stops to admire her
work.
She lays a handful of clips, a crop, and a glass of water
on the nightstand.
Grabbing the television remote she turns it on and hops up
onto the bed. Swinging one leg over him she straddles him,
facing his feet. Slipping her arms through the ropes
holding the dowel and resting it beneath her armpits she
scoots back and lowers herself just over his face.
Now he knows what the dowel was for. He sees her sex
lowered to him, but stopping no more than an inch away.
"Bring that tongue of yours out and start with a smooth,
rhythmic lapping."
He gently probes her wet sex for a moment, then is told to
trace her lips. He probes deeper and curls his tongue,
tipping his head back as he withdraws, then probes again.
He repeats this motion and She begins to rock slightly with
him moaning her approval. She tilts her pelvis forward
presenting her clitoris, which he circles with his tongue.
She lowers herself, instructing him to open wide. The tip
of his nose rests between her lips and he is told to suck
gently. Closing his mouth slightly he begins to suck,
rocking his head slightly. His tongue circles her clit as
he feels her out. Tongue flat he laps at her, sliding over
her clit and slipping into her sex, probing deep then
returning. All the while gently sucking.
She is rocking with him and he feels her begin to tense a
bit as she pushes down on him a bit more. Laying the tip of
his tongue flat against her clit he presses as he rocks it
back and forth. He can feel her press down on him and he
reacts by sucking harder and rocking his head a bit more.
He can feel her body tense and tremble a bit and he hears
her bark.
"Suck it bitch. Yeeees goddamit."
She grinds her hips into his face and he can feel the
spasms of her orgasm. He sucks hard pressing his tongue and
rocking his head side to side quickly. Then backs off as
the spasms subside, sucking gently again, then lapping the
entire length of her sex as she lifts herself off of him
slightly. She trembles a bit as she catches her breath then
raises up to stretch, looking at him over her shoulder.
She sets down lightly on his chest and says, "Yes, I think
we are going to get along just fine."
To be continued.
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