Serving Her

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Alex cleaned up in the kitchen. Cute Thing, still heavy hanging, occasionally bumped his thigh and made him wince. The stinging had gone somewhat into remission, but reemerged at any jostling. Alex stared between his legs at the purplish-red lines that crisscrossed his member. With a simple moment's rest, he felt he could recover, but hearing Kimberly in the bathroom and knowing what he would do for her when she came out, kept the blood flowing through that sensitive area—though it couldn't make it rise.

Since taking her first special princess kiss some three weeks before, Kimberly had casually mentioned that she thought they would be for special occasions. Yet, Alex had been summoned and put to work after every shower since his tongue had gone where few men's tongues ever had to go, as Kimberly liked to make him say. Of course, she had made no such provision that she was under any obligation to limit taking special princess kisses. She had simply stated her thought. Special princess kisses were new to her, and so a little more fun to require him to give than they probably would be after some time passed, is how Kimberly put it. Alex worried about how long snaps would be Kimberly's new fun thing. If he wasn't able to quickly heal, she would be doling out a great many very soon. The shower door opened and Alex heard Kimberly patter into the bedroom. He quickly finished wiping the last of the dishes dry and put them away. He wiped the counter, did a final check that the kitchen was presentable, and hurried into the bedroom. Kimberly knelt over the foot of the bed, her towel cast aside. A few drops of water clung to the curves of her back and vibrated, seemingly, under the force of evaporation. As Alex stepped into the room behind her, the back of Kimberly's head slightly turned, but she didn't look back. She wiggled her bottom insistently.

For the foot of the bed, Alex had purchased, as a gift for his mistress, a padded bench no more than a foot off the floor. Her knees sunk into plush red carpeting that Alex hoped would be more comfortable than kneeling on the carpet, which Alex knew well could begin to ache. This also placed his object of reverence higher, and as he knelt behind her, he had to tilt his face up to begin placing soft kisses on her cheeks. Kimberly liked for him to begin by covering her cheeks with closed-mouth kisses, venturing more and more near her crevasse, and then, when she was ready, Kimberly would lower herself, and his face would go between. She settled backward now, sighing softly. Alex's tongue emerged and he began probing her. Unlike regular princess kisses, where Kimberly liked a mix of soft and slow, hard and fast licks, with special princess kisses only hard deep licks satisfied her. Alex had to nuzzle as far in as he could get and strain to keep his tongue stiff as he plunged deep inside his mistress. His tongue began to ache almost immediately, but he didn't falter. He didn't want to displease her, of course, but he also wanted to avoid her teasing him. Once before she had complained that she could barely feel anything. "Is that a girl tongue behind me, or a boy tongue?" she had asked, wiggling her bottom and ordering Alex to answer. Without removing his tongue, Alex had said it was a boy tongue with muffled words. She giggled, and Alex, blushing with shame at being emasculated for his failure at performing such an ignominious task, had doubled his efforts.

She had not teased him since, and Alex felt quite proud he had learned to satisfy her. He would always prefer bringing her to orgasm, but he had come to appreciate giving her special princess kisses. Kimberly frequently sighed contentedly as she flipped the pages of her book, and Alex felt proud he was able to perform a task that many would be unwilling to perform, finding it too humiliating, for Kimberly's comfort and amusement. He enjoyed the softness of her skin against his face. He liked the nearly burning heat of closeness to his mistress, though a salty acridness, that he had to try not to contemplate, bit the tip of his tongue.

"All right. That will do," Kimberly said after not much more than ten minutes had passed. She gave a little wiggle of her hips, as Alex withdrew and sat back on his heels. She peered backward, giving him a slight smirk, reminding him with that look how under her power he was that he had just done that and would do it again at her command. She held his eyes until he lowered his. "Go get cleaned up."

"Yes, Ma'am." Alex rose and, with a slight bow, left the room.

"Brush your teeth twice and gargle. I know where that tongue has been." Kimberly giggled, as Alex, from the bathroom, promised he would.

By the time he returned, having brushed his teeth before and after, and gargled for the duration of his shower, Kimberly had slid under the sheets. Alex could tell from her gentle stirring that she'd begun without him. She held out a wrapped condom. The knuckles of her other hand pressed through the sheet and moved in circular motions. "Have you been a good prince?"

"It's up to you to say. I hope so." Alex approached, kneeling into the foot of the bed.

Kimberly sat up, keeping the sheet wrapped around her shoulders. "It is up to me, isn't it? If I decree a week's sentence, you'll thank me for it, yes? Put that sore tongue back to work to pleasure me?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm your servant."

Kimberly carved with the corner of the wrapped condom faint white lines on Alex's chest. "Is Cute Thing up for this?" Kimberly giggled at her pun. She aimed the corner where Cute Thing still wore one of her rubber band marks and poked. Alex winced. His body lifted with a sharp intake of air, but he did not jump away.

"Answer me." Finding another line, she poked again.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm ready."

Kimberly sighed. She raised her eyes, and looked into Alex's. Her arms went around his neck. She let the sheet drop to her waist, and she pressed her chest against his. She kissed his ear, his cheek, and then his mouth. She moved back. Alex's body vibrated as he glanced down at her body then looked back into her eyes. His breath beat in the space between them.

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Your mistress is in a merciful mood. I'm giving you a choice: you may give me a princess kiss and rest Cute Thing for a day, since it's feeling so terribly sore, and I won't do any extra snapping. Or you can offer Cute Thing to me right now, but if it fails me, I will be relentless in meting out its punishment."

Alex drew a slow breath in with his mouth open wide. A grimace passed over his face, and Kimberly giggled. She could tell she'd truly put him in a submissive pickle.

"Which would you prefer me to choose?"

"No, no. You're getting the choice." Kimberly's chest rose as she breathed. She arched her back and stretched. Alex watched her slight movements, admiringly.

"I want to offer Cute Thing. I won't fail you."

Kimberly pressed against him and kissed. She rubbed Cute Thing with her hip, and Alex gasped with their mouths entwined. She moved back away, grazing her hand down her chest to between her legs. The wrapped condom dangled from her other hand. "First you have to say it."

Alex thought of what she might want to hear. "Please may I offer Cute Thing for your use?"

Kimberly shook her head. She poked Cute Thing with the corner of the wrapped condom. "Say it."

"Cute Thing takes snaps whenever you say."

For this answer Cute Thing took another poke. Alex thought for a while as Kimberly held the condom wrapper in ready position. "Oral s*x is for me to give, but…"

"No, no. Say the one you love to say."

"I love you, Kimberly," Alex said without pause.

Her arms came back around him. She kissed him again. "You love me even when I'm being my meanest?"

"You're never mean."

Kimberly leaned back and started to pick open the condom wrapper. "I love you, too, you know."

"I do know."

She ordered him up the bed and onto his back. Straddling his legs, she crouched above him and rolled the condom over his member. Her touch through the sheath was ecstasy but also awakened the stinging of his snapping. His face contorted with an amalgamation of pain and pleasure. Kimberly laughed and perched over him. She guided his member with a single finger to the nascence of her orifice and pinched its tip inside her. "Last chance," she said.

"Please, please."

She sunk slowly down. Alex's eyes rolled back and his breath fluttered out. Kimberly giggled again, but this time her amusement at his conflicting feelings of pleasure and pain were equally conflicted as the pleasure of possessing his c**k rose like a geyser in her body. She lifted up, emptying herself, and slammed down again, her waist pounding his. Alex sat halfway up from the force of her buck. He knew immediately that the pleasure would win out over the pain of her friction against his welt-covered member, and he focused on delaying the inevitable. He tried to ignore Kimberly's orgasmic-nearing shrieks, knowing that the realization of the pleasure his body was able to give his mistress would quickly cause his release. She was pounding again and again onto him and Alex held his body rigid, clenching his butt cheeks and pressing himself up with all his might. Through blurry eyes he saw her breasts heaving above him in exertion. The climax welled inside and, despite his mental acrobatics; he could delay it no more. "Please, Kimberly, please," he uttered, uselessly.

Just before he did come, Kimberly climaxed, and her breath released in dizzying sighs. She remained with him clenched inside her as the pulsing of his member subsided, grew slack within her. She opened her eyes, lifted off him, and reached toward the bowl on her bedside table. By the time she crawled back over him, Alex had removed the old condom and grown ready for her.