Courting & Serving Her Collection

Chapter Six-1

Chapter Six

A Message for Kimberly

Kimberly woke up first and peeked under the sheets to see how Alex was healing from his first paddling. Her giggle, as she thought of his bottom being sore for her, woke him. She gave him a long kiss, wrapping him up in the sheets and pressing close.

He became aroused for her immediately. His passion, she found, was fierce, but he was quick to wait and watch for signals from her, and this she loved. Of course, she wouldn’t favor him again so soon; she wanted to start right away molding his discipline.

“Do you want breakfast?” Alex asked. “Or did you want something to work up an appetite?” He began to kiss down her body.

“I’ll have breakfast first. But I will require another orgasm before you leave.”

“Yes, my queen.” Alex rose to kiss her, but she pulled her face away.

“Not queen, that sounds bitchy.”

“But you queen me, you said.”

“I do, and you love it.”

“I do love it.”

“So that’s something you like to give me.” She set a finger between her lips, thinking. She felt Alex’s adoring stare.

“A princess kiss,” he whispered.

Kimberly smiled at him. He blushed. Clearly, he’d been keeping this term, which she found lovely, to himself, waiting for a chance to see how she would feel about it. “Ooh, I like that. And I would like that. But, first, breakfast.” She kicked him out of bed but told him he could wear clothes while he cooked, since the neighbors could see in through her kitchen window.

When Alex finally left her apartment, Kimberly gave him a kiss on the cheek since his mouth was filled with her taste. He seemed horrified that she wanted him to be good again until she gave permission, but she had gotten him to agree fairly easily. Amusing to Kimberly was the fact that squeezing against Alex until his excitement pressed back made him more compliant about promising to not do the very thing he clearly wanted to do. Boys were funny that way. She told him to call anytime, and she might give permission if he asked nicely.

He called that night.

Kimberly had just warmed up some pizza rolls for a snack, and she sat with them balled up in a paper towel with the phone tucked between her chin and collar bone. Alex told her how he’d felt like walking and spent the afternoon meandering around serenely lost in thoughts of her. He was a good sweet talker. She asked, with all his thinking of her, if he stayed good, and he promised he had.

They stayed on the phone for hours, sharing jokes and telling stories. She would set the phone down to clean up her dishes, to brush her teeth; she liked the feeling of carrying him around and having him there waiting for her.

“My getting into bed naked while we keep talking won’t make it too hard for you to be good, will it?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“It won’t?” Kimberly feigned insult and giggled with her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece as Alex bumbled through a clarification.

“It will be hard, but I’ll do it. I promise.”

The conversation was three hours old, Kimberly was getting sleepy, when Alex finally asked, “Can…may I, please, think of you and use my hand?”

He sounded so mortified. Kimberly could picture his Cute Thing pushing his underwear up, his face burning with blush. She pretended to think awhile. “Mmm, not tonight.” She brought her hand between her legs. She hadn’t planned on pleasuring herself before sleeping; but, suddenly, she felt very much in the mood.

“Okay,” Alex said.

“You’re allowed to beg, Alex. As long as you don’t whine, and you stop when I’ve made my final decision.”

“Please?” he said.

“That’s not begging, that’s saying please.”

A long pause followed. Kimberly could hear the s****l frustration in his rigid breaths.

“Please, Kimberly, my Mistress, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I’m aching for you. Please, please, may I imagine you’re above me, and I’m pleasuring you, and use my hand to give myself some relief from my desperate love for you?”

When he stopped, Kimberly noticed her fingers, slick from her s*x, were sliding easily between her legs. She faked a yawn, and told Alex her final answer was no, but told him if he left a five-minute message of good begging just like that on her answering machine that he would have a very good chance of getting her permission tomorrow.

“Leave it on your machine?”

He would be terrified of her recording him begging. “Because I’m going to sleep. I’ll listen to it tomorrow.”

“Will you erase it after you listen?”

“I don’t know.” She faked another yawn. “I’m going to bed. You don’t have to leave the message if you’d rather wait till next weekend for another chance to ask for permission. Good night, Alex.” She hung up. Her fingers continued moving in small circles. After a minute, her phone rang, and her fingers sped up. Alex had barely begun with his message when Kimberly climaxed. She fell asleep listening to him beg.

The next morning, when she was able to listen to it in its entirety, Alex’s message blew Kimberly away. She felt silly lying in bed alone with such a school-girl grin on her face, but Alex had told her things that mirrored feelings she had for him that she struggled even admitting she felt. Hearing him say them first drew the feelings to the surface and made her body vibrate with a physical buzz from happiness, not to mention the sensation when she squeezed the sheets between her thighs. She couldn’t wait to see him again but remembered she had lab that night. This truly disappointed her, but when she called Alex and told him, he sounded crushed. He even began to whine. Kimberly put an immediate stop to that by threatening to paddle him. He apologized profusely, and Kimberly decided genuinely enough, so she let him off with a warning. Maybe her mercy stemmed from feeling the same angst about not seeing him. Of course, she didn’t have to deny herself release; and, in fact, she listened to her message again and pleasured herself before going to bed early that night after returning late from her lab class.

He called the next afternoon at the time he finished his work day, sounding out of breath.

“How soon can you get here?” Kimberly asked.

“In less than an hour.”

“How soon can you get here with chicken for dinner?”

***

In the elevator of her apartment, she drew close to him and inhaled the fried chicken aroma, reacting with a teasing moan as if the greasy chicken were an intense aphrodisiac. She stretched up and gave him a kiss.

“Fried chicken is picnic food,” she said as they sat on the floor of her apartment and began eating off paper towels. “Did you stay good?”

“I did.”

Kimberly crawled to him and gave him another kiss. She wore a tank top and blue bicycle shorts. In her bare feet, she showed plenty for Alex to admire, and she could see Cute Thing’s excitement through his jeans. She drew away slowly, her back arched. She watched Alex’s eyes take in the sight of her body. “I loved, loved your message,” Kimberly said. “After we eat, we’ll listen to it together.”

His eyes widened and his greasy lips popped apart. “I’ll be scared to hear it again. I got really carried away in the moment.”

“Did you mean everything you said?”

“Of course.”

“Good, then I want to listen with you.”

Together, after they finished eating, they washed their faces and hands in the bathroom, then Kimberly moved to the bedroom and Alex followed. She sat at the edge of the bed, leaned back, and stretched her legs out. “Take off your clothes first.”

Alex stood awkwardly, his face turned a shade of red.

“Are you embarrassed about getting naked in front of me, still?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You’ll have to get over that. I’m your mistress now.”

“I know.”

“Not that I don’t adore watching you squirm.” As Alex slowly removed his clothing, Kimberly leaned back on her elbows, crossed her legs, and began kicking her foot in the air. “Your cute underwear again,” she said when his jeans came off. Under his cute underwear, she noticed Cute Thing was poised to leap into the room. Once he was naked, she pointed to the floor, indicating he should kneel. She set her feet on his thighs for him to massage, then she reached back and pushed play on her answering machine. When she found Alex staring down, she lifted his chin with her foot, letting him know she wanted him to look into her eyes.

Abashedly, Alex’s voice entered the room, “Well, Kimberly…I don’t know what to say for five minutes. I’ll start by saying you’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I thought of that even before I told you I love you, that as much as I’m attracted to you, I also find myself just wanting to spend time with you as a friend. I know that’s not begging, but I’ve been meaning to mention that.

“I hope you’re having a wonderful sleep. I wish I could be there to pet your head. I wish I could stay awake and listen to your sweet breathing. I promise I will abide by your final decision. I won’t gratify myself until you choose to give me permission. As difficult as it will be, I know I’ll make it because I love you, and I love following your orders. It may sound funny, but I find you to be incredibly kind. When I told you I loved you, you said that you hadn’t done anything mean to me yet, but I don’t think you’re ever mean. And as I say that, I’m still feeling sore from your paddle, but I like it. I liked taking that, especially to prove my love. I feel so fortunate I met you. I feel lucky I get to kiss your feet.”

Kimberly lifted a foot from his lap. Alex held it for her and began to kiss as his voice continued, “It’s like you said, a lot of guys would be willing to wait a long time for the right woman, and you’re a woman worth a lot of waiting. That you let me pleasure you in the meantime is a wonderful gift, and I love knowing you’ll have me do that at least once, sometimes twice, every time I see you. And when you ‘queen me’ as you call it, I watch you as you’re near climaxing, and I’ve never seen anything so incredibly powerful. You demand I keep up with you. I’ve done that for women before, and I always felt, the way they were, that they were apologizing for something, and it made me feel like I was doing something really nice for them, which, I have to admit, made me resent doing it. With you, I feel honored.”

Kimberly slipped off her bicycle pants and spread her legs. Alex, mouth open, fell with all the gratefulness his voice promised toward her.

“I love the taste of you,” his voice continued. “I love the sounds you make while I perform that task. I love the feel of your body above me.”

Kimberly pulled Alex out from between her legs and motioned for him to lay his head back on the bed. She crawled over, queening him.

“I’ll start begging soon. Please don’t think I’m disobeying. These are the things I think about, when I think of you, which is constantly. I’m so pleasantly obsessed, and obeying your decree that I not use my hand without your permission makes me think of you even more. Kimberly, my Mistress, I’m so proud to belong to you. Please, please, allow me to have some relief from my desperate, aching love for you.”

After that, Kimberly rode Alex’s face to some excellent begging, but his voice stopped before Kimberly was satisfied. She crawled off, reached to the machine, and pushed play again. She told Alex to move up the bed.

“I want to look at Cute Thing standing at attention for me.” She held his eyes. Let it sink in to him, as he realized what that meant, that she knew, as well, exactly what that meant. After a serious moment of quiet, Alex smiled solicitously and lay back. Kimberly swung her leg over and knelt straddling his chest, facing Cute Thing. She knew the view she offered Alex was both enticing and intimidating. He must have been second guessing agreeing as the full of her bottom loomed, filling up his vision. She wanted to give him time to change his mind and object, or as she suspected, realize he wouldn’t object. She bent forward slightly, pressing her round bottom closer to his face. “There you are, Cute Thing,” she said in as saccharine a voice as she could without giggling. “Are you aching for some attention?”

She scooted back, placed a hand on Alex’s chest, then lowered herself over him. Alex gave a muffled moan as her p***y settled over his mouth, and her bottom rose clasped his nose. He went to work immediately pleasuring her.

Kimberly sighed. “I’ve always fantasized about queening a boy this way, but this is the first time I’ve actually done it.” The feel of his breath under her matched the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Are you proud to be the first boy I’ve queened like this?”

He moaned. She decided it was a proud moan. As she pressed down, he reached up and set his hands on her hips, as if frightened her weight would asphyxiate him, but he didn’t dare push her away.

With the attention she’d received during the first replaying of the message, she immediately neared an orgasm, but she held off by lifting up when she got close. She waited till near the end of Alex’s message, when his begging got really good, to press against him forcefully, and reach her climax, as he moaned and licked under her.

For a long while, she remained above him as her body recovered, just enjoying the power of her position. Then she dismounted and lay back on the bed. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face. I might want to kiss you.” She gave Alex a playful kick from the bed, and he jogged toward the bathroom.

Kimberly put her clothes back on and got out the towel from last time. She patted the bed when Alex returned, and he crawled up beside her. She leaned past him, grabbing her lotion from the table, and squeezed a pile between his legs. “Did you enjoy giving me that princess kiss?” She hadn’t indicated Alex could begin; and, obediently, he kept his hands folded on his chest.

“I did. I liked it. I liked the feeling of being so covered by you,” Alex said.

He sounded so desperately honest, and moved—enlightened, almost—Kimberly burst out laughing. Her body shook as she giggled. Alex turned away, clearly mortified by her laughter, even Cute Thing shrunk and fell, slumped against his belly, but the giggles had infected Kimberly. Tears dripped from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. “Say that again.”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Say it.”

He obeyed, and she did laugh again. This time, he laughed too. Kimberly wiped her eyes. Cute Thing returned to attention.

“Had you really never done that to anyone?” Alex said.

“I never did. I could have, but I’m glad I waited for someone who would really appreciate it.” She kissed him. As her lips drew away, she granted him permission.

He reached for himself, and Kimberly felt a rush of power knowing she was allowing it. Her face scrunched up at the squishing sound as lotion squeezed from between his fingers. The colored bulb of Cute Thing’s tip emerged from his lotion-white hand and was hidden again. She covered her mouth and giggled. But something was wrong. Cute Thing didn’t seem as straight as usual. She looked up, and Alex’s eyes flashed away from hers.

“What’s taking so long?” she said. “Are you sure you were good?”

“I feel embarrassed.”

“Because you had to wait until I let you?”

He didn’t answer. His hand squished slow and rhythmically. Kimberly rolled toward him and kissed him, pressing her mouth against his. Forcing the back of his head to retreat against the mattress, she bit his lips with hers, and whipped his mouth with her tongue. When she pulled away, Alex’s squishy rhythm had quickened.

She scooted back to watch again; and, this time, if he was embarrassed, it didn’t seem to have a diminishing effect as his fist squished and his eyes gaped at her. She gave him a bit of a show: pulling the collar of her shirt down to reveal some cleavage, pushing her shorts down to reveal more of her hips. Alex, mouth agape, seemed to cherish these visuals. His breath quickened and reflexive sighs escaped him.

“And…stop,” Kimberly said.

Alex blinked his watery eyes. His mouth popped open in surprise, but the squishing stopped immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just told you to stop.” She grinned at him. With a finger, she traced her body, lifting the bottom of her shirt to expose her belly. “You didn’t think I’d let you without playing a little first, did you?”

She kissed him again. His mouth received her aggressive movement even more yieldingly than before. Finding one of his n*****s with her roving hand, she took firm hold of it and gave it a twist. Alex moaned against her mouth. Stiff as she’d left Cute Thing, she found the rest of him utterly pliant, and she played with his tractable body for a long while, pinching and lightly scratching where she liked.

Finally, she pulled away and gave him permission to begin again. He thanked her profusely, sounding so genuinely grateful that Kimberly had to giggle.

She interrupted him a few more times, then told him to begin again and to have the towel ready, reminding him about rule number one. By then Alex’s eyes were glazed over with a pleasure that surely overwhelmed any remnant of his embarrassment over a clothed woman watching him perform his private impulse. The squishy sound came quick and forceful as Alex grinned goofily and stared into his mistress’s eyes. Though absorbed by his orgasm, he kept the towel held up between them.

Kimberly sent him into the bathroom to clean the towel. “Clean the sink after and hang it where it won’t touch any of my things. That towel will be your responsibility,” she said as Alex walked into the bathroom with it balled up. “If I find it dirty or not hung up correctly, you’ll be punished.”

Alex, still naked, came back after several minutes of splashing in the sink. He hopped up beside Kimberly. His face was flush from the lingering effects of his finally getting release, and she could tell he wanted to bask with her in post-orgasmic physical intimacy. She clasped one of his legs and squeezed against him. She gave him a brief kiss. His excitement had already returned and poked against her thigh.

“So,” Kimberly said, looking down at his waist, “are you ready to surrender that to your Mistress?”

“What?”

“I asked if you’re ready to relinquish control of your manhood to the rightful place of your Mistress.”

“What does that mean?”

His powerful body lay across from her responsive to her will. She reached out and stroked his chest. “I mean I want you to give Cute Thing to me and always wait for my permission. Wasn’t waiting worth it? Wasn’t tonight special?”

Remnants of his goofy grin showed on his face. “How long will you have me wait?”

“That will be up to me.”

“What if I don’t make it?”

“If you don’t make it, you’ll be punished at my discretion.”

Alex looked up at the ceiling, his lips squeezed together in thought. “I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

He turned back to her. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Remember, I can be demanding.”

“I’m yours, Kimberly, my Mistress.”

“Good.” She gave him a deep kiss. Against her thigh, Alex’s rejuvenated member pressed helplessly.