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Serving Her

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08/24/2012
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Serving Her by Gregory Allen

After courting her, Alex feels happy and content belonging to a woman he adores, but Kimberly is not about to let her new submissive boyfriend get complacent. She introduces him to taking snaps in a sensitive area, and Alex agrees to that being a punishment she can inflict on him anytime she pleases. His duty is to strive to obey any directive his mistress gives. When his friends come over to meet her, Alex is so overcome by her assertive demeanor, he breaks the one rule she gave him for the evening—to not treat her like his ruler in front of them. Kimberly sneaks him into the bedroom to take care of his punishment. She then demands a goodnight kiss, which Alex eagerly applies. She returns him to his friends and devises a test for them, with Alex’s humiliation the penalty if they fail. Alex soon discovers that Kimberly’s openly dominant nature will make keeping his place in their female-led relationship a secret impossible.

Alex spends a typical Sunday afternoon with his mistress: being trained to properly paint her toenails, getting punished to alleviate Kimberly’s annoyance with the maleishness of their neighbor, and enduring the tantalizing torment of remaining on the verge of an orgasm, without knowing if she will permit him one. During an intimate foot worship session, Alex confesses to an unfortunate encounter with a woman from his past. Kimberly surprises him with a creative and apropos punishment. Alex realizes he will have to fully integrate his submissive desires into his new life with Kimberly, if he is to reach the level of dedication she requires for serving her.

Includes: female domination, male submission, female body worship, male orgasm denial and edging, cock punishments, spanking, caning, humiliation, and romantic sex


Excerpt

Alex, though embarrassingly aroused, resented having to cook naked while Kimberly wasn’t even there to watch. She had called soon after he got home and given the command. Alex asked if she would be home early. “No,” she had said, “I’ll be home at my normal time. I just want to know you’re cooking naked.”
Alex, of course, didn’t object or even allow his resentment to sound through the phone as he replied, “Yes, Ma’am.” After hanging up, he stripped out of all of his clothes, folded and put them away in the bedroom, then returned to the kitchen to continue chopping celery for the meatloaf he was preparing.
After nearly a year as Kimberly’s servant, he should have become accustomed to being naked in front of Kimberly while she was fully dressed, as it was a nearly daily occurrence, whether he was massaging her feet, being punished for some reason or for Kimberly’s amusement, or simply kneeling next to her chair while they watched TV, but somehow Alex never had quite gotten used to it. It always touched the core of his submission to his mistress and left him humiliatingly aroused and eager to please her.
Alone, though, the quiet of the house seemed to tease him. The open space of the bright kitchen tickled. The heat of the preheating oven on his bare skin, his stretching up toward high shelves, and his crouching low to reach cupboards, all emphasized his lack of clothing that Kimberly, miles away behind a desk at an office, had insisted on. Alex looked at the clock on the microwave, 3:47. Kimberly wouldn’t be home for more than an hour. He could easily be naked and on his knees to greet her at the door well before she would be due to arrive. He ought to wear clothes until then, but he didn’t really consider getting dressed. Kimberly was his mistress. He had pledged his devotion to her. He had promised to obey. If she wanted him to barbecue on the front lawn without any clothes on, he wouldn’t simply refuse. He would beg her to please not make him do it from his knees, the way she liked, and then if she insisted, beg her to please give him a different choice. Kimberly had come up with this plan for when he simply could not say yes to her, and Alex appreciated that she had devised it. As much as Kimberly did not like hearing no, Alex hated saying it to his wonderful mistress even more.
Alex refocused to his task. He put a Radiohead CD into the portable player—a gift from Kimberly so he could listen to music while he cooked and cleaned—kept on the kitchen counter and whistled along when “Creep” came on. He didn’t hear the front door open.
Kimberly heard Alex’s whistle, over the soft music emanating from the kitchen, as soon as she cracked open the front door. She quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Grinning in anticipation of seeing him buck naked at her command and at work cooking, she tiptoed quickly down the hall and peeked around the corner into the kitchen. She had to cover her mouth to not emit a giggle at the sight of him. Her vantage point was perfect for watching his bare butt sidling back and forth in front of the stove as he stirred a steaming something in a little pot on one of the burners and got a bowl down from a top cupboard. She could just make out a row of eight pink lines, stretching from the top part of his cheeks to his thighs, from the last time she’d marked him.
When he turned with a stack of plates and cutlery, she was a bit surprised to catch sight of Cute Thing raised high, since as far as he knew, she wasn’t even home and wouldn’t be for another hour. It had been nearly a week since she’d allowed him permission, yet it made her wonder, with satisfaction, if making him serve long stretches of time maybe was as much of an ordeal as Alex seemed to act like. She had always thought he was trying to play a bit on her sympathies with either his whining or his over-exaggerated stoicism about her decrees. She’d spanked him for both those reactions on more than one occasion. But if less than a week without release made Cute Thing excited just while cooking a meal, perhaps it was a touch too cruel of her to hand out two and three week stretches just to amuse herself. Though she did feel this touch of pity for her suffering prince as she watched him set the table, she felt far more an exciting surge of power that pulsed from between her legs outward: making her legs feel numb underneath her, her fingers tingle, and a pleasant dizziness play in her head. She would have to make Alex serve a very long stretch some time soon, now that she could enjoy it all the more, knowing how badly he would suffer even when she wasn’t home.
Kimberly dipped back around the corner as Alex returned from setting the table to the stove. She peeked around again just in time to see him stooped over, sliding the meatloaf in the oven. A full moon shot pointed directly at her. Kimberly burst out laughing, and the glass dish of meatloaf crashed onto the oven rack. Alex spun around. “You scared me. I almost spilled dinner.”
“You mooned me.”
“I didn’t know you were home.”
Kimberly strode toward him. “I brought a surprise.”
Alex gave a nervous smile and pensively raised his eyebrows. “What is it?”
Kimberly reached into the pocket of her black slacks and pulled out an eclectic mix of rubber bands: small reds, long greens, thick browns, all dangled from her fist. “It’s time for Cute Thing to start taking snaps.”
“Snaps?”
Kimberly grinned, stretched forward and gave Alex a long closed-mouthed kiss on the lips. “Walk behind me.” She spun and walked into the living room. She sat on the couch, smoothed her pants down, and crossed her left leg over her right. Alex started to kneel.
“No, no. Stay on your feet.” Kimberly opened her fist, and picked through her pile of rubber bands.
“Oh please, Kimberly…”
“Please Kimberly what? I haven’t done anything.” She grinned up at him, cocking her head to the side. “Are you having one of your submissive premonitions?”
“I think I am, Mistress.”
“Tell me what you think I’m going to do to you.”
Alex’s eyes were already wet with tears, and his body shook so violently in tiny tremors that Cute Thing, hard as it was, bobbed up and down. “I think you’re going to snap those on me where it’s really going to hurt, but please, please don’t.”
“Alex, your submissive instincts are spot on. It’s really uncanny. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now scoot a little more toward me.” Kimberly twisted her hips, moving her crossed legs against the couch’s side.
“Please, may I take a paddling instead?” Alex remained where he was, his naked hips swaying slightly.
“No, I feel like playing with Cute Thing.”
“Please, no snaps there, please.”
“Now, Alex, I wouldn’t anger me if I were you, right before I do this. I happen to be in a very good mood, you’d be wise to keep me that way.” Kimberly picked a medium-sized green rubber band from her hand, and spread the rest on her thigh. She stretched the rubber band between her two index fingers. “Hands on top of your head.”
Alex, hands layered on top of his head, took tiny steps forward. “Please, Mistress, may I have a choice?”
“No. Your only choice is to refuse me.”
Alex shook his head, his elbows swinging as his clasped hands shook as well. “I won’t refuse you, but please, Kimberly, not too hard, please?
“Hard as I please? Is that what you said?”
Alex stood with his knees nearly touching the couch. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Say it.”
“Hard as you please, Mistress.”
“Good, prince.”
Alex let out a helpless sigh, and raised his eyes to the ceiling.
“No, no,” Kimberly said. “I want you to watch what you’re letting me do to you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Alex said, with the extra respectful tone Kimberly loved, the one he subconsciously took on whenever she managed to touch the deepest part of his submission to her. His wide eyes trained on the rubber band that Kimberly spread between her index finger and thumb. With a finger from her other hand, she stretched the band closer to Cute Thing back and aimed at a spot halfway up his member. Alex’s breath stuttered in and then out. He emitted a soft, high-pitched whimper. A tear rolled down his face.
“Are you crying before I’ve even snapped you?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I love making men cry. You know that.” She let the band slip off the tip of her finger. The band snapped against his member and didn’t, right away, seem to produce much of an effect. Then Alex winced and leaned forward, bending his knees. Eyes closed, he panted through his pain. “Where is Cute Thing going? We’re not done.”
“Oh, please, Kimberly,” Alex said, but stood straight again, returning his member to where she could reach.
“We still have…”—she picked through the rubber bands on her knee—“six to go. I need to know which ones are most fun.” She selected a smaller green one that felt fairly loose. She quickly gave Alex a snap with it. He groaned, but she could tell it didn’t hurt him as badly. She tossed it to the side. A large brown one, also loose, had a thick band. When she snapped the side of his member with it, Cute Thing moved through the air like a wiggled stick of licorice. Kimberly giggled.
Alex breathed like he was having contractions, his teeth tight together, his lips fluttering like the flap of a balloon as air rushed out. Alex was normally under standing orders to keep his lips sealed and only moan anytime she made him endure punishments, but she gave him permission to open his mouth since Cute Thing seemed so sensitive. Alex thanked her.

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© Denis Tevekov, Istock.com

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