Courting & Serving Her Collection

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

A Very Serious Promise

The way Kimberly explained it made a lot of sense at the time, but Alex had his moments where he struggled with her ideas. After some of her visits, he felt a little like he was being used. She came by one evening saying she had a test the next day and spent the entire time studying. As she worked, she had Alex massage her feet, massage her back and shoulders, serve her dinner, and then, after all that, service her in the bedroom. She insisted on two because she was so stressed over her test; and, after the second, she fell asleep while he was still knelt between her legs.

At the time, it hadn’t bothered him, but after she woke up and left early in the morning, Alex decided he had to discuss their arrangement with her.

Of course, discussing anything with Kimberly required a patient approach. She had told him many times that she wanted him to always feel like he could talk to her, but he also knew he had to phrase things in a thoughtful way. She had an ability to make him feel he was being ungracious about being with her, if he sounded at all like he was complaining, and he didn’t feel that way in the least.

When he explained it over the dinner he prepared for her, she very calmly asked him to be specific about how he felt. Alex told her every detail he could, and Kimberly stopped him when he told her he only felt bad after she left. “At the time, you enjoy taking care of my needs and putting me first?”

“I do, but…”

“If you felt bad at the time, it would be different, but it’s only after I leave. I think that shows that what you’re feeling is the male-ish pride you’ve been brainwashed into feeling. You’re influenced by a culture where men use women for their gratification, it’s all over the movies and in music, but it’s very natural for a man to want to show a woman respect by putting her needs before his, and even enduring the difficulty you endure for me of not being satisfied. Think of the knights of olden times who risked death to slay dragons just to impress the queen who was already married and would give the knights nothing more than a kiss on the cheek for their bravery.”

“That makes sense.” Alex liked her comparing him to a knight.

“I did want to ask you something, speaking of that.” Kimberly sliced off a piece of breaded pork chops and popped it in her mouth.

“What?” Alex sat next to Kimberly. Their first meal together, they had sat across from each other at the rectangular table, but Kimberly liked sitting at the head of the table and having him on her left, so that had become their arrangement.

“You know how I let you think of me and take care of yourself after I leave?”

“Yes?” Alex didn’t like where he suspected this was heading.

“I want you to not do that for a couple of days. I have something special planned for Saturday night, and I think it would be even more special if you went until then without…doing that. Will you?”

If the something special meant what Alex thought it did, he could certainly go a mere two days. Although, as he thought of it, it would be essentially more than two, since it was only Wednesday. “Sure, I’ll do that.”

“You have to promise.”

“I promise.”

“Say what you promise.”

“I promise I won’t touch myself for the next two days.”

“That’s a very serious promise you just made to me,” Kimberly said. “If you don’t make it, you have to tell me, even though it will result in a severe spanking. You have to admit it if you fail me.”

“I would admit it, but I will make it. I promise.”

“Good.”

That night after listening to Kimberly’s pleasurable release above him, Alex wondered how he could have felt so certain. Saturday night seemed like an eternity away, and he felt like he was up half the night, listening to Kimberly’s content, sleeping breath, trying to calm down enough for sleep himself.

***

The moment Kimberly left the next day, Alex rose from his knees after kissing her goodbye and jumped into the bathtub, blasting only the cold water. The ice cold shower was an excellent remedy, but only temporary. He didn’t even have time to get dressed before he was aroused again, thinking of Kimberly and his promise to her. Not doing that for what was essentially three days would have been difficult to begin with, but the excitement of sharing intimacy with a woman as beautiful as Kimberly, as he had been for the past weeks, made it ten times as challenging. Then that combined with the effect the actual promising had on his already raging libido, and Alex had to think there wasn’t enough cold water in the world to save him.

As if that weren’t enough, Kimberly called him that evening and asked if he were ‘being good’ as she called it. “Yes, Ma’am,” he told her.

“Has it been hard?” She giggled, and Alex knew she had purposely punned.

“Yes, Mistress.” It didn’t take long for Alex to realize why Kimberly called. Her breath was quick in the phone. She exhaled in a long sigh.

“Do you know what I’m doing?” she said.

“I think so,” Alex said.

“I’m doing what you’re not allowed to do.”

“I thought you were.”

“And guess what I’m thinking about.”

“What?” Alex got up from the couch, sprinted into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

“No!” Kimberly commanded. “No cold water. That’s cheating.”

Alex immediately turned off the water. “Why?”

“Because that would be too easy. I want you to have to struggle a little, or it wouldn’t be any fun.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now, guess what I’m thinking about as I lay naked in bed with my fingers playing between my legs.”

“You’re thinking of my mouth being on you?”

Kimberly giggled. “Partly, but what else? What’s the main thing I’m thinking?”

“You’re thinking about my promise to you?”

“That’s right! That’s exactly right. I’m thinking about how your Cute Thing is aching for some friction, but that you won’t give it any because of me. Because you promised me. That’s what I’m thinking about, and it has me so hot.” She moaned into the phone. “Now since you guessed right, you get a reward. Your reward is you get to listen to me cum.”

Alex stood, bent over in his bathroom trying to keep his erection from rubbing against his clothes and listened to his mistress pleasure herself. She made a show of it: panting and sighing, shrieking, moving the phone away, then putting her mouth right against it for a deep, breathy moan. The buildup seemed endless; then, finally, she made it clear she climaxed with a grand finale of moans and sighs and exclamations of pleasure.

Alex felt so relieved when she finished. Not a moment too soon before he could get in the shower and soak in its ice cold waters, but after, Kimberly demanded pillow talk. She let him use the water to brush his teeth only, then told him to get in bed. He obeyed her. She teased him a little more about how he wasn’t allowed to do what she had done; but, eventually, they got to chatting about this and that, and the intense, pinching ache, focused in the head of his p***s, dispersed throughout his groin, and became at least tolerable. They spent a couple hours talking, and the conversation ended with Alex wishing she were with him in his bed. He wanted to tell her to her face, not just good night, but that he loved her.

***

His newly realized love strengthened his resolve to keep his promise, but by no means enervated his struggle. For Alex, the whimsy of romantic love only heightened his physical passions. Thoughts of Kimberly consumed him the days before he saw her again. He thought of being naked and vulnerable over her lap. He thought of being under her, pleasing her. He thought of her smile, her laugh, her teasing giggle. He thought of the myriad ways he loved her already. Imagined the infinite more that seemed to dangle in the future. On a note, he wrote the three words and tucked the paper into his shirt pocket as he was getting ready to spend his first evening at her apartment.

He parked on the street and walked up to her three-story brick apartment. Her place was near the area where Alex had lived while he was in school, tucked among a cluster of houses that were popular rentals for students. At some of the porches of the houses surrounding Kimberly’s building, college-aged kids sat smoking cigarettes. As Alex walked up the sidewalk, carrying flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates, he heard a loud whistle and noticed in his periphery a group of girls from the top floor of one of the neighboring houses approach the rail of their balcony. Alex rang Kimberly’s room from outside the building and waited. Under his sport coat, pressed shirt, and dress pants, he wore freshly-bleached tidy-whiteys. He looked spiffed up, and the flowers made it clear he was there for a date. The girls leaned over. He could see they were wearing only bikini tops and shorts, but he didn’t glance in their direction. Being a Saturday, they had probably spent the afternoon drinking because they were boisterous. One of them called down, in a feminine-laced flirtation, “Are those flowers for me?” The others laughed. Alex was flattered by their attention, but his focus was on Kimberly, and he didn’t want her to come down and suspect any different, so he ignored them and kept a straight face. This seemed to encourage them; and, by the time Kimberly appeared to let him in, they were jeering him loudly enough for her to notice. She peeked over at their balcony before even opening the door, then she cracked it open and smiled. “Are those girls teasing you?”

Alex lifted the flowers to her. “What girls?”

Alex had little or no game—and just as well, Kimberly didn’t fall for lines—but, looking at his mistress truly made him forget the girls from the balcony.

Kimberly stepped out, propping the door with her foot, and fed her hand through his hair. She pulled him to her by the back of his head and kissed him. The voyeur girls from the balcony cheered. Kimberly drew away and motioned Alex in. As he passed, she walloped him on the butt, and Alex jumped in surprise. The girls burst out laughing, and one of them whooped. Kimberly passed him inside and walked to the stairwell.

“Are those friends of yours?” Alex asked, embarrassed at being swatted in front of them.

She shook her head. “I’m a big proponent of women taking the lead in their relationships. I like to model that behavior, especially to younger women.”

“Oh.” Alex didn’t really let her comment register. If he had, he would have had a humiliating premonition that might have been more than he could have handled.

Kimberly, dressed in green shorts and a tiny white T-shirt, began walking up the stairs. Raspberry-red thong underwear looped around her hips. Alex felt guilty staring at her from behind, but he couldn’t help himself. “You look beautiful, Kimberly.”

She turned, two steps ahead of him on the stairs, and looked down. “You brought candy and flowers?” She leaned in and smelled the roses.

“Chocolates.”

“And were you good?” Her voice echoed in the empty stairwell.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Alex said quietly.

She led him to her room. The first thing that struck him was the scent. Her room had a very clean, but distinct scent, and Alex breathed deeply through his nose. He wondered if he would find anything he didn’t love about this woman. Somehow, he had expected a girlish, pink motif, but the place was drab-colored and sparsely decorated, a little messy, like a typical college student’s apartment. He didn’t get far in, though, before Kimberly turned and backed him into the door, pointing her finger at him. “You promise you were good?” she said sternly. “If you weren’t, now is the time to admit it. It will mean a punishment, yes, but if I find out you were lying, it will be worse.”

“I wouldn’t lie. I promise.”

She pressed her waist against his with her face leaned away. Alex, aroused since walking up from his car, stiffened even more. “Mmm, it feels like you’re telling the truth,” Kimberly said.

“I am.” His voice came out in a gasp.

She took the flowers and chocolates and set them on the counter. “I want to show you something.” She led him into her bedroom.