Serving Her

Chapter 1 The old hatchback with a slight clank in the mostly harmless rumbling of its engine pulled in the neighbor's driveway. The garage door buzzed on and started to rise, though the car stopped in front of the trash cans at the side of the house. The driver hesitated a moment then leaned toward the passenger mirror. His hands returned to the wheel and the vehicle backed up and pulled forward again, drawing closer to the driveway's edge. This same ritual played out nearly every afternoon, as the old man watched from his rocker on the porch: The peculiar habit of his new neighbor, the great care to leave space in the driveway, the opening of the garage door, though the young man entered the house through the front door. His female companion always arrived home a couple hours later, coasting in her brand new sports car up the wide berth of driveway available to her and straight into the opened garage. He waited till the young man was halfway up his porch—he'd never seen a man hurry like that to get home. "Hey there, whaddaya say, Alex?" Alex turned and nodded, gave a wave that resembled a salute. "Hello, Mr. Kent." He hurried to the front door and rushed inside, to what, Mr. Kent couldn't imagine. He leaned up out of his rocker and, standing, grabbed hold of a beam of his porch while he let his legs un-stiffen. He walked inside and sat in the dining room. The table was set for two with only the hot food that filled the room with an enticing aroma still being moved from pots and pans to serving dishes by the man's wife. "I just saw our neighbor." "Alex?" The woman turned her head but didn't stop dumping clumpy mashed potatoes into a bowl. "He just pulled in, if it's all right with his lady friend." "Oh, is Kim there?" "Nope. Didn't see her." The woman moved swiftly around the counter and into the dining room. She set a platter of Salisbury steak and the bowl of potatoes at the center of the table. She patted her husband's shoulder. "You're teasing him, again. Stop that, now." The woman sat at her husband's left, drawing her patting hand from one shoulder to the other then down his arm till she reached his hand. She had an expressive face that matched her sprightly movements and bright blue eyes that made her gray hair look like it might return to blonde in a few more years. She waited until her husband had chosen his slice of meat and piled his plate with potatoes before serving herself. "He's a nice young man." "She seems to order him around." "Well, maybe he doesn't mind." "That's no way for a man to behave." "He does seem to dote on her, but could you blame him? Kim is such a beautiful young girl." The man shook his head and lifted his knife and fork. He surveyed the dinner prepared by his wife. He gave his approval with a single nod directed her way and began to eat. As she took a bite after him, he gave her a seductive smile, his eyebrows slightly raised. All it took for him to remind her how a younger version, by fifty years, of the dashing man across from her had swooped her up. His courting her had been a single, confident approach in front of her twittering friends at a college dance, and she had immediately become his, and she'd loved him since. Their shared life still resonated with memories of joy, but as she smiled staring past her husband's head, as he grinned back thinking she was gazing at him, she caught Kim's car pull in the driveway adjacent to theirs. She saw Kim ease her car into their garage, and then cross the porch with a confident, playful glint in her eyes as she peeked in their living room window, looking excited and eager to be greeted by her husband, and the old woman thought, with a vague sense of wonder, of what might have been different. *** 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, c*****g 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. When Cute Thing drooped too much, Kimberly simply waited, rubber band in hand, for it to rise back up. Alex groaned when it did, but couldn't seem to help himself. "How many snaps will it take Cute Thing to learn?" Kimberly teased. She saved the best rubber band for last, a tiny red one, thin but very tight. She held it up, looped around one finger, and grinned at Alex. "This one's going on top." Alex sighed, but nodded. His lashes were saturated, and consistently as heartbeats, tears were pushed out and rolled down his face. Kimberly rose at Alex's side, her clothes brushing against his naked thigh and hip. She asked Alex if he would like a kiss first. "Yes, please." Alex swiveled slightly, and Kimberly felt a rising Cute Thing touch her side. She stretched up to where Alex patiently waited, his trembling lips parted submissively. She pecked his lower lip, then quickly drove her tongue into his mouth. Alex moaned gratefully, yielding to the power of her movement inside him. She pulled away, and he started to chase after her with his open mouth, but quickly caught himself, and straightened. Kimberly put her hand with the stretched rubber band directly above Cute Thing, and readied her weapon. Alex's breath drew in and out just above her ear. "You may collapse at my feet after." "Thank you," Alex said, his voice impressively not faltering, though his breath that followed escaped like a muted cry. Kimberly pulled the band back until she could almost hear it stretching, and then she let it slip from her finger. A direct hit on the wet tip of Cute Thing. Alex wailed and crashed to the floor, where he writhed. He didn't touch where he hurt, only groaned through each wave of pain that coursed through his body, as Cute Thing slowly deflated. Kimberly sat back down. "All right," she said, after a short while, "don't over-dramatize. You have two feet to take care of." Alex opened his eyes, sniffed, and wiped away his tears. He knelt up and began to untie Kimberly's black dress shoes. Kimberly sighed as her shoes came off, as if she couldn't fathom anything more uncomfortable than wearing shoes. "My feet really hurt," she said, setting one on Alex's thigh and the other in his hands. Alex began massaging. On the part of Cute Thing she could see, Kimberly counted four little marks. The others must have been hidden on the other side. She could tell that Alex, after suffering that new pain, wanted to express his devotion by kissing her feet. She wanted it, too, but it was fun to make him wait. She moved a foot up close to his face, but as Alex moved toward it, she pulled it back out of the reach of his lips. She talked about her day and made jokes, just as though he wasn't still stinging on his man part where she'd placed snaps. Finally she said, "Take my socks off." Alex slipped them off, straightened them, and laid them next to her shoes. Kimberly drew a bare foot just under Alex's nose, nearly brushing his lips. "So, do you want to give that pain to your mistress?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you saw how much I enjoyed that. Do you want to let me do that to you anytime I want?" "Is it up to me?" Alex occasionally peeked up at her face, but mostly kept his eyes trained on her foot that she moved back and forth in front of his face. "It's always up to you. If you know snaps are something you simply can't take for me, you can put that on the list." "The list?" Kimberly tapped his lips, pulling her foot away as he kissed after it. "The list. The list is for anything either of us knows we would never want to do. I mean, it's mostly for you, since I'm the boss of this relationship. If I didn't like something, I simply wouldn't allow it, but for example, if you wanted to show your devotion by, say, drinking my pee, I would never let you. That is on the list. If I said, I never would, of course, but if I said you had to dress up like a woman and service strange men from your knees, what would you say? You'd tell me no, of course. So instead of you telling me no, we just have it on the list ahead of time. That's an extreme example. You'll have to think of things you want on the list, and we can discuss them." "Yes, Ma'am." Alex's head hung at her foot level. His gaze tracked her foot, which swayed through his field of vision, as though the exquisite sight held the power to lull him into a hypnotic trance. Kimberly pressed her foot to his lips, and Alex moaned as he placed an open mouth kiss on it. "So, what about snaps: up to me, or on the list?" Kimberly said. "Will I get snapped as often as I get spanked?" "Lick," Kimberly ordered as she pressed her foot back against Alex's face. His tongue came out immediately and moved along the bottom of her foot. "It would be up to me, but I think snaps might be more for special occasions." "Yes, Ma'am," Alex said, with his tongue between toes. "Yes, Cute Thing is mine to snap anytime I like?" Alex pulled his face away and said, "Yes, Mistress," then returned to licking. Kimberly lifted up her other foot, and Alex held both by her heels, licking all over. "It's beautifully symbolic, don't you think?" Kimberly asked. "Taking snaps there, on what is usually a point of maleish pride. Now not only are you dependent on me to let you use it, but you are at my mercy as to whether you suffer there." "Yes, Kimberly, my mistress." Alex covered her feet with hard kisses and licks, grinding his face into them. Giving that special pain over to her had him feeling especially devoted and subservient. Accepting the gift had Kimberly acutely enjoying her dominance. "All right, back up on your feet. Hands on top of your head." She piled her rubber bands back on her thigh. Alex sat back on his heels. "What? You aren't giving me more snaps, already, are you?" "Excuse me, but did you not just agree to my snapping you anytime I like?" Alex scowled, eyes down. "Stand up," Kimberly ordered. Alex rose, and placed his hands on top of his head. "You're very lucky I happen to find it cute when you act defiant. You so quickly buck up and obey me that I can't stay mad." Kimberly selected one of the red rubber bands, quickly took aim, and fired. Alex winced, but kept Cute Thing within her reach. He thanked her. She snapped him with the thick green one up near the top, so Cute Thing would wiggle. She went through each rubber band, saving the most painful one for last, and stood with it. She aimed at the top of his member. "Please, Kimberly. Please have mercy." She pressed against his naked skin. Tilting her head back, she stretched up, letting her clothes rub against him. She pressed her cheek to his, turned in, and placed a soft and loving, lingering kiss just next to his ear. Alex sighed. Kimberly dropped back onto her heels. "Now," she said, "would you like to pay for that kiss I just gave you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good, prince." She stretched the band back as far as she could. Alex's quick breath wavered in and out. Kimberly leaned close, so she could feel his body trembling. She fired. Alex dropped to his knees in a seething fit. He whimpered there, his face pressed down, nearly touching the carpet. Kimberly slid her foot in between. "Poor boy, you didn't even get a proper kiss. I didn't want to taste my feet. I know you love that taste, but I think I'd find it rather unpleasant, particularly after I've been at work all day." Alex's breath pumped against the top of her foot, then he kissed. Kimberly sat back down, lifting her toes into the air. Alex bent lower so he could places kisses on the bottoms of her feet. He began to kiss his way toward her legs. She suspected to where he was journeying, and she did desire his dutiful tongue where she was wet between her legs, but she interrupted him. "How much longer till dinner?" "I could have it ready any time." Kimberly gestured him to the kitchen. Alex stood and bowed. He turned and scurried off. "Remain naked," Kimberly called after him. She leaned back and listened to dishes clattering. She waited for Alex to return as her naked escort. Return he did, shyly, and with his wounded member swelled with arousal, but dangling between his legs. Kimberly pointed. "What's wrong with Cute Thing?" she asked sweetly. "It still stings." "Aww," Kimberly said, as she rose and took his offered arm. "Terribly?" "Yes, Ma'am." Kimberly liked the look of Alex's member in its both excited and injured state so much that, through dinner, she had him run various errands for her, fetching things she didn't really need, so she could peek. She even purposely dropped her fork, so Alex would have to get her a new one. Alex seemed to realize, and they shared a smile over it. "Kimberly, I get the feeling you are enjoying watching me walk around like this." "If I wanted to watch you walk around with Cute Thing dangling, hurting from my snaps, I would say, 'Alex, walk to the refrigerator and back.'" Alex looked at her with a bite held at his chin. Kimberly gave him a waiting stare. Alex returned the bite to his plate, stood, pushed his chair in, and slowly walked to the refrigerator and back. Kimberly grinned. "Is it even still humiliating to have to obey my meaningless whims?" "Of course." Alex sat back down and picked up the bite still stabbed by his fork. Kimberly sighed. She peeked over, and ran her eyes, in an owning way, over every inch of Alex's naked skin. "You're a very fortunate submissive prince, Alex, because you have a mistress who is never going to allow serving her to become easy." "I know, Kimberly, and I couldn't be more grateful." Kimberly took a final tiny bite, then pushed her plate of food away. "I'm going to take a shower while you clean up. When you're finished, report to the bedroom where your services in the special princess kiss department will be required. After that Cute Thing had better be recovered enough to be of some use to me." "It will," Alex answered, and he couldn't help but beam at the thought of the honor Kimberly would grant him. Alex stood and half-bowed, as Kimberly rose. "If Cute Thing cannot perform adequately," Kimberly said, "if it pouts and refuses its owner, it will not get another opportunity for two weeks." "Yes, Mistress." "And every day during those two weeks, it will receive snaps." "I won't fail you, Kimberly." Kimberly bent down and kissed the top of Alex's head. "I almost hope you do."