In Her Service free porn video

In Her Service

By X X

They had written back and forth, as well as met in person,

and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed

his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he

wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be

useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her

concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to

have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, although that was possible, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit, for a while.

    She asked what he thought about contracts. He

had seen a few examples and thought they were good for

stating limits and outlining what was expected. He also had

to admit that the idea of one excited him and kind of fit

in with his thoughts of serving, even though he knew that

such a thing wouldn't be a legal document.

Things clicked and He had offered his services early on.

She was intrigued, and when the meeting ended she said that

she would contact him in the next few days.

He was thrilled to see the email the next day. In it she

said that she could work within his limits and schedule.

She had also attached a contract for him to sign and bring

with him next time they met. He became concerned, then

excited as he read it. She had copied the limits he had

stated in an earlier e-mail and the rest of it was just a

few lines stating that basically he was hers and would

serve her a minimum of 40 hours per month with tardiness,

cancellations and incomplete months to be penalized at the

Domme's discretion. The contract was effective from the

date signed until cancelled by either party. The Domme

could cancel at any time whereas the sub had to give 60

days written notice. During which time he would continue to

serve. The sub would also be required to complete any

carryover hours prior to release.

Now he finds himself walking up to Her door, dufflebags in

hand. It was 10:00 Thursday evening and he had arranged it

so that he wouldn't be expected back until Saturday night.

A shudder of anxiety runs down his spine as he thinks about

what She had said to him last. He didn't have to show up

today, and there would be no hard feelings, probably just

regrets on his part. If he did show up, he was her's.

The door opens before he reaches it and She is there,

smiling. Greetings exchanged, she motions him in. She asks

if he printed out and signed that service

agreement/contract. He slips the envelope from one of his

bags and hands it to her. Showing him to the shower first,

she lets him know that she will bring in from his bags what

he is to wear, and that she will give him the grand tour a

bit later. Standing at the doorway as he undresses, she

sees his hairless body, expressing her approval that her

orders were followed. Reminding him that no hair is allowed

from the head down, except for his arms. She exits and the

warm water does little to wash the nervous chills from his

body. He hears her slip back in shortly and she tells him

that what he is to wear is set out and that he shouldn't

dwell on his make-up, just do a quick job of it. She grabs

the clothes he arrived in before slipping back out

Drying off, he looks at what is laid out. She had also left

the padlocking wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. He swallows

hard, turns to the mirror, and begins his makeup. Never

satisfied but knowing he was told to be quick, he finishes

his face and turns to the clothes. Short black waist-

cincher followed by a pair of fishnets. White petticoat

and one of his basic maid's uniforms. Slipping the blonde

wig into place then tying off the apron of his uniform as

he checks himself in the mirror. Seeing she had left the 5

1/2 inch ankle strap pumps. (Knowing these were at the edge

of what he could walk in.) He sat for a moment to slip them

on and buckle the straps.

Seeing all that was left was the collar and cuffs, each

with the padlock open and no key in sight, he took a deep

breath as if to steel himself. Slipping each on, and

closing the lock afterwards. He stands and checks himself

one last time.

Opening the door and looking out and around he announces he

is ready. She calls for him and he follows the voice, a bit

unsteady on the heels, realizing he is a bit out of

practice. She is resting on the couch as he enters.

She beckons him forward, then has him turn and walk back

and forth a few times as she examines what she has to work

with. Then she tells him to stop and turn, facing away from

her.

The next thing he feels is the wrist cuffs being attached

together behind him. Then a length of rope passed between

his elbows several times and his elbows pulled together as

the rope is tied off. She walks around before him, leash in

hand and announces that it is time for the tour.

Speaking as She clips the leash to his collar. "We'll take

a little tour and perhaps chat a bit. Now just so we're

clear, when you are being led on a leash you need to follow

close enough to keep slack on the leash, but far enough to

avoid bumping into me. Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." he says, his voice breaking a bit.

She pauses a moment then asks, "Haven't changed your mind,

have you?"

That nervous excitement running through him picks up a bit.

He clears his throat and reply's with a more forceful.

"No ma'am."

Turning with the leash running over her shoulder She says,

"Good, because it's too late now."

She strides forward and he has barely enough time to react.

Struggling to get up to speed on the heels, the leash still

gets pulled taught... She chides him for this, but assures

him that he will get better. This happens a few more times

as She gives him a quick tour of the place. Ending at the

kitchen table she grabs the daily planner that rests there.

"Most of what you need to know, and what is expected from

you will be picked up as we go along." She opens the book

and turns it towards him. "I will be using this as a kind

of scheduler/notebook/record and you are welcome to look it

over anytime. As you can see under tomorrows date is a time, the word coffee, and a note on how I take it. That of course is when you will be waking me, with coffee already made. You will also find a menu for any meals you will be preparing. Any questions about how to prepare any of it, please ask."

Pointing to a small 3 x 5 notebook and pen.

"This is your notebook, mainly for taking notes when I ask

you to. When you can, make sure to note --leash following

distance: 4 times. You can use it also, if need be. . Tomorrow for example, after you wake me up, I'll

probably have you draw me a bath. While I bathe would be a

good time for you to change the bed sheets and start the

ones you removed in the wash. I'll let you know when I

expect breakfast to be served and by that time you will

probably need to start preparing it. You can grab whatever

you want to eat before then, right after you wake if you

want. Then after breakfast you will need to clear the

table, wash the dishes, drain the bathwater, rinse the tub

and make sure the bathroom and bedroom are in order. No

need to worry about remembering all that now, as I'll guide

you through it then. By the way, where is your pedicure

equipment? I didn't see any of it in the bags you brought

in, did you forget it?

"Oh, no Ma'am. I have my stool, and all the supplies in my

car. I even brought the paraffin wax unit, I'm sorry I just

couldn't carry it all in one trip. Should I go bring it

in?"

She steps towards the kitchen as she lets him know that she

will run out to get it tomorrow, after all, she has his

keys. She leads him into the center of the kitchen and

stops.

"Now the kitchen is going to be your first project. You

won't have to be constantly busy, depending upon your

attitude of course. However if there is time when you're

not sure what you should be doing, this is it."

Opening the bottom cupboard she points out that there is

new rolls of shelf paper that needs to be put up. Sweeping

her hand she mentions the refrigerator and oven can be

cleaned, inside and behind. The microwave, the walls,

etcetera... That he should just think of it as a spring

cleaning.

Grabbing the leash she leads him back to the living room,

explaining that he won't need to worry about any of that

yet tonight. But that right now there is a few things that

they need to discuss and be perfectly clear about. Things

he needs to know about the situation. Unclipping the leash

she tells him to relax a minute. She grabs a sturdy oak

chair from the corner and sets it a few feet from the

couch, facing it. His arms still bound behind him, She

helps him into the chair and guides his arms over the back

of it. Then She exits the room. He rests in the chair

thankful to relieve the pressure on his calves.

She returns and he straightens in the chair a bit. She runs

a length of rope between the wrist cuffs, guides it under

the chair and ties it off. While doing this she sees that

he has one shoe dangling as much as the ankle strap will

allow and is rotating his foot in it. She informs him in a

casual manner that what he is doing is unacceptable. It

could be considered being out of uniform and besides, it

looks unladylike. She asks if there is a problem with the

heels. He explains that there's nothing wrong with the

shoes, it's just that they are at the edge of what he can

walk on. She tells him that he can grab a different pair

later.

Looping another short length of rope to each of the ankle

cuffs, she has him slip his knees over the corners of the

chair and place his feet as far back as he can, where she

secures them to the rear legs of the chair. One more length

of rope is wrapped around one leg just above the knee,

looped under the chair, around the other knee then pulled

tight. One last piece encircles his waist and chair back.

Stepping back to admire her work, she smiles commenting,

"You look good like that, but I think we may need to get a

posture collar for you."

He smiles and thanks her through the butterflies in his

stomach.

She steps behind him and moments later he feels her slip

the wig off his head and a large ball gag fills his vision.

Opening his mouth wide as she pushes the ball in place. She

steps around to his side and tightens the chin and head

straps, then slips the wig back on.

"There, now this is just so I'm not interrupted while I

explain a few things about your situation. We'll handle any

questions later." She circles back around him and sits on

the couch directly in front of him. "Now before I forget

and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow

morning... you have my wake time in the book, however you

need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you

get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to

be fully dressed in one of your satin uniforms and looking

your best. Understand?"

He nods.

She leans back with a slight sigh, as if steeling herself.

"Now then, since your here, that means that you have agreed

to serve. As I said, you will pick up what is required of

you as we go along. There are a few important points you

need to understand. First and foremost is that I want to

reassure you that I will honor your limits. I give you my

word on that. That being said, you will honor your

commitment, and I will make sure of that also.

"I'm going to make room for your clothes here, so you don't

have to keep dragging them back and forth. That will also

ensure that you return. How would you get them back if you

didn't? I couldn't imagine walking away from that lovely

stuff you have.

"Now, just in case that isn't enough, I've spoken to a

friend of mine about our little arrangement. He has said

that he would be happy to go pick you up for me. Of course

you would have to pay him back for his troubles. Just In

case you put up a fuss and the police or a concerned

citizen gets involved, I put together an envelope with

copies of our correspondence, copies of your personal ad,

and I'm going to have you write a little note explaining

that this is just part of a kinky game. I don't want to

hear any argument that this is violating your limit about

discretion as it would be you drawing the attention and it

would only be used for this purpose.

"I may be bluffing about this, I may not. You may never

know because you are not going to break contact with me. If

you do I will give you one chance to return on your own, after that we just start this all over except you'll have to give 180 days notice and of course you'll be severely punished. Like you never have before. If you think that I won't, or you think that you may like it, then please try me."

His breath quickens as his mind struggles to take it all

in. That feeling of erotic fear washes over him. He wonders

if he has gone too far but tries not to show it. She leans

forward and grabs the chin strap of the gag so that they

are about a foot apart.

"I won't violate your limits, but you and I both know that

leaves a lot of options, besides, I'm doing this for you.

You wanted to be helpless, said you craved it. Well, that's

just what you got. But don't worry. How rough this is

depends entirely on you. Accept your position, give it your

best effort and things will work out fine."

She leans slightly forward and grabs the edge of his skirt

and petticoat and pushes/tucks it back exposing him.

Reaching down to the floor next to her, she brings a paper

bag up to her lap. His eyes widen as she pulls 2 packages

of clothespins from the bag.

"Brand new, we need to break these in." She says with a

smile. "Besides, this will give what I say a bit more

emphasis. Plus I get to have a little fun while we get a

feel for each other."

Pulling the bustline down and exposing his chest, she

begins to place a row of clothespins across each breast as

she continues.

"This being close enough to the end of the month, we will

formally start your service on the first of next month. If

you decide it isn't for you, you need to let me know, in

writing, prior to the first of any given month."

He winces in pain as she finishes with 7 across one breast

and starts on the other.

"We will have to decide how you are going to serve the

required minimum of 40 hours each month. We'll find a

schedule that works. For starters we'll try 11:30p.m. Every

Wednesday until 6:00 am every Thursday. I thought that I

would change my schedule a bit on Wednesdays so I can be

here and awake for that time. Beyond that we will schedule

one or two weekend meetings a month. You can just set it up

as if your working Saturday. That way you can report after

work as early as you can arrange and serve until 6:oo pm on

Saturday. That should cover your minimum each month.

"You said that you were 'free' the weekend of June 9th so I

want you to schedule a vacation day for Friday the 8th. And

expect to serve from Thursday midnight thru Monday morning.

I may even have you take Thursday off too."

She finishes with the other 7 then pushes them down as she

raises the bust on the dress and tucks them in.

He twists what little he can in the chair and moans into

the gag. She mimics him with a smile and grabs a row of

pins beneath the material and pulls at them. His eyes widen

and he yelps then moans louder into the gag.

She coos back at him and slips one hand between her legs.

"I just love that look on your face, and that sound is

music to my ears.

"You will let me know of any other times you are available.

Any time you can work earlier, or get a holiday to

yourself. If you are still in my service at the end of the

year I will expect you to arrange to be away at least one

full week of the two you get off. Now then if you happen to

not make the 40 hours, that's not a problem. It will just

be carried over to the next month, just at twice the

amount. Of course any carryover would have to be made up

before our agreement could end."

She raises her hand from between her legs to his nose. "See

what those lovely noises you make do to me?"

Grabbing a handful of clips and running a hand up one of

his thighs.

A chill runs down his spine as she says, "let's make some

more of that music. I just want to show you that I have no

qualms about hurting you, as well as see how you react."

He pleads with his eyes as she grabs a handful of clips and

slips one hand beneath his balls, cupping them.

"This is so much easier without hair."

She begins placing the clips on the loose skin of his

scrotum, all the time smiling at his reaction. Stopping at

6 her hand drops to his inner thighs. Pinching the delicate

flesh and attaching a pin, he squeals into the gag and

twists in the chair.

Putting a hand to his cheek she says soothingly "Ooh, I

know these hurt. Not to worry though, I could fit a dozen

on each at least. But I'll only do a few this time."

He writhes in the chair pulling at his bonds, testing them

as she places the last of 3 pins on each of his thighs. He

sees her hand slide between her thighs again as she looks

directly at him. He can see it on her face that she is

masturbating and it strikes a chord in him to realize that

she enjoys his pain. His thighs, sac and chest are

screaming and it shows on his face.

She asks, "Would you like them to come off?"

He nods yes, as he mouths please through the gag. She just

smiles as she picks up a crop in her free hand and runs it

across the clips.

"Okay I can get those off." and raises the crop.

He squeals into the gag before the crop lands, then screams

into it pulling at the ropes as the crop strikes his thigh

dislodging one of the clips. He pleads into the gag, as the

crop is brought down again. He screws his eyes shut from

the pain and shakes his head side to side. She starts to

flick at the remaining clips and he opens his eyes,

pleading with them. He sees her looking directly at him,

face flushed and smiling as she rocks faster on her hand.

Setting down the crop she grasps another of the thigh clips

and pulls it off without opening it. He yelps and begins

pleading louder as he starts to tremble. She responds by

pulling the rest off the same way, giving him just enough

time to recover from each. As she removes the last one

beneath his waist she draws a deep breath and lets it out

with a moan and a shutter as she orgasms.

A moment later she regains composure and begins to speak.

"You may learn as you go, but there are a few steadfast

rules that are major no no's. You will be completely honest

with me, which especially includes when you are available

and a lie by omission is still a lie. Any lie you are

caught in will come back to you tenfold. The other one is

you will always speak, treat and interact with me with the

utmost respect. That includes your words, tone and

mannerisms. You can express yourself, but I had better not

ever hear an angry tone to your voice. If you should ever

attempt to lay a hand on me, all bets are off and you will

wish you never met me. Am I clear?"

He nods and words a "yes ma'am" through the gag.

"Good." she replies and reaches out to the pins on his

chest and begins removing them one by one. He squirms in

pain, biting down on the gag as the blood returns to where

the clamps were.

He breathes a sigh of relief as the last one is removed.

She stands and his eyes follow as she steps out of the

room. His breath slowly returns to normal. He closes his

eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. He hears Her

behind him then feels her hands on the collar. For a moment

he thinks she is undoing his collar, until he realises that

she is pulling a length of rope through the "D" rings at

the left, back and then right. He gasps, mainly by suprise,

as he is pulled upright by the collar. She slips a finger

beneath the collar, then pulls the rope even tighter and

ties it off under the chair. Seeing the rubber cattail whip

in her hand, he starts shaking his head and pleading into

the gag. This catches her eye and she rests a hand on his

cheek.

"I know this is hard, but it really is best for both of us.

You see this will define the difference between corrective

discipline and punishment, and show you that punishment

should be avoided. You know, some subs misbehave on purpose

to get attention, this will prevent any of that."

She sees him eyeing the thin rubber cat with worried eyes.

"Oh, I know. This is quite the nasty piece of equipment.

I'll take it easy on you, just remember there's no shame in

crying."

She covers his sore sex with the edge of his skirt and

tucks it under him, giving him some protection.

"Just in case I miss," She says with a wink as she undoes

the garter straps on the inside of his thighs and pulls the

fishnets down a couple inches.

He is rendered mute by his racing mind as he watches her

bring the whip over her opposite shoulder and brings it

down onto his inner thigh without hesitation. He screams

openly into the gag and his whole body tenses and his

vision goes white with pain. He's felt whips like this

before, but never nearly that hard. Before he can regain

any sense of composure, his opposite thigh seems to burst

into flames. By instinct He pulls violently at the bonds

and within seconds another blow lands and he screams at the

top of his lungs. He starts to buck, trying to tip or move

the chair, he manages to hold his head still long enough to

see her. She is cooing, as if flirting, as she brings the

whip around again. Again he screams, except this time she

pauses and his screams trails off into a sob that runs

through the length of his body. He feels her hand on his

cheek again. She studies his face a moment and nods as if

telling him it will be okay. He looks down at his thighs

and sees them striped with red welts that are just starting

to rise. Still sobbing he has difficulty assembling a

thought. He looks back up only to catch the follow through

of another cruel swing.

His body shakes and his eyes screw shut as he screams

"Please!" into the gag. Another blow lands before he can

draw his next breath, followed by two more in quick

succession and again his vision goes white with pain.

Pulling in a lungful of air, all he can manage is a

guttural moan. Shaking his head as he begs, "Please,

anything, no more."

Sobbing he feels the tears on his cheeks as he sees that

she is no longer filling his vision. Realizing that he's

still pulling at his bonds, he relaxes a bit which brings a

new wave of sobs. Then she is there. Cupping his chin, she

lifts a tear from his cheek with her tongue and lets out a

low throaty "Yesss..."

He looks down at his red striped thighs and hers gaze

follows. He can almost feel the heat coming off them on his

face. He tips his head back and sighs.

She holds her hand just off the surface of his thigh,

feeling the heat. Then runs her fingers over them. He

tenses with a start and begs "No, no!" not from pain, but

from fear that she was going to start again.

She brings her mouth to his ear, her breath heavy. "Don't

worry, I'm done. I'm going to let you recover for a minute.

Then when I untie you I want you on your knees so that you

can thank me properly for this lesson. Just think, if this

had been a situation where you had broken contact and made

me go and get you. I'd put about 20 clothespins on those

welted thighs, then I'd probably let you sit and stew for

an hour or so."

She grabs a handful of his hair and brings his ear closer.

"Then, as I pulled them off I'd have you beg me to take the

cane to you, and I mean sincerely beg. And you would. But

we don't have to worry about that, do we?"

She unties him and he slips off the chair and to his knees

moments later she sits on the edge of the couch in front of

him.

"Come to me." she says pointing to her feet.

His head down he instinctively asks, "May I" as he tips his

head to her feet. A nod later and he is planting gentle

kisses on her feet. She leans back and sighs.

"Well, I think this is going to work out just fine. Don't

you?"

He clears his throat and replies "Yes, Mistress. If I may

call you that?"

She rocks forward. "Oh, I guess we didn't go over that. You

can address me as Ma'am, Madam or Mistress, whichever you

feel the most comfortable with. You, I think, I'll call

Dee. The same as you signed your letters."

She leans farther forward.

"Raise that skirt and lean back, I want to get a look at

those marks." She runs her fingers over the welts and he

flinches. "Oh my, there are some nice ones here. You know

that you can avoid the worst of it as long as you apply

yourself. Even though you looked so good sobbing like

that." She says with a smile. "Well, I am so wound up, I

know what I need, and it will be good practice for you. Why

don't you hit the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit.

Meet me in the bedroom when you're done."

He walks gingerly to the bathroom. Once there he takes a

close look at his thighs. Shaking his head in wonder he

thinks that has to be at least in the top 3 of the worst

he's taken. Looking in the mirror he sees his face is a

mess. He quickly does what he can to straighten up then

steps out and walks to the bedroom.

She has stripped the covers off and is working with several

lengths of rope. He stands there, unsure of what to do.

Moments later She walks up to him.

"Okay this is how you enter a room. In the case of a closed

door you will knock and wait for permission to enter. When

entering you will wait a moment for eye contact. If none is

made then a short appropriate greeting to announce your

presence is made. Such as -excuse me Ma'am.-- if you

weren't expected or --at your service Ma'am-- if you were.

Once eye contact is made with you, you will tip a small

curtsey then stand at attention unless told otherwise,

maintaining eye contact if possible."

She motions to him. "Place your feet together as close as

you can without them touching each other, and square to

your shoulders. Stand as tall and straight as you can,

facing forward, and place your hands behind or in front of

you hand in hand, then holding that as motionless as you

can." She taps one foot telling him to line it up. "Now

that is standing at attention."

She walks back to the bed and thinks a moment. "In the

closet there is a wood dowel about 3 feet long with ropes

on either end. Bring that here."

He retrieves it and she has him attach the ends to 2

eyebolts in the ceiling so that it now hangs about 3 feet

off the bed.

"Slip that dress and petticoat off and lay on the bed. Face

up with hands over your head."

She opens one of the padlocks on the cuffs and loops it

through the other, locking them together. She then loops a

length of rope between his wrists, pulls them towards the

headboard and ties it off. Bringing 2 lengths of rope up

from the opposite side, he is told to stretch as far as he

can. She pulls and ties them off then smiles at her

handiwork. He is bound spread eagle except his hands are

together. He shifts around and sees that he can barely

move. He wonders what the wood bar if for, but chooses not

to ask.

She slips the wig from his head and slips a harness over

his head. It seems to be much like a gag harness, without

the gag. She grabs 4 lengths of rope that end in spring

clips. These she attaches to 4 "D" rings on the head

harness. He feels his head tugged as she ties off each rope

beneath the bed. When she is done he can move his head no

more than a fraction of an inch. She stops to admire her

work.

She lays a handful of clips, a crop, and a glass of water

on the nightstand.

Grabbing the television remote she turns it on and hops up

onto the bed. Swinging one leg over him she straddles him,

facing his feet. Slipping her arms through the ropes

holding the dowel and resting it beneath her armpits she

scoots back and lowers herself just over his face.

Now he knows what the dowel was for. He sees her sex

lowered to him, but stopping no more than an inch away.

"Bring that tongue of yours out and start with a smooth,

rhythmic lapping."

He gently probes her wet sex for a moment, then is told to

trace her lips. He probes deeper and curls his tongue,

tipping his head back as he withdraws, then probes again.

He repeats this motion and She begins to rock slightly with

him moaning her approval. She tilts her pelvis forward

presenting her clitoris, which he circles with his tongue.

She lowers herself, instructing him to open wide. The tip

of his nose rests between her lips and he is told to suck

gently. Closing his mouth slightly he begins to suck,

rocking his head slightly. His tongue circles her clit as

he feels her out. Tongue flat he laps at her, sliding over

her clit and slipping into her sex, probing deep then

returning. All the while gently sucking.

She is rocking with him and he feels her begin to tense a

bit as she pushes down on him a bit more. Laying the tip of

his tongue flat against her clit he presses as he rocks it

back and forth. He can feel her press down on him and he

reacts by sucking harder and rocking his head a bit more.

He can feel her body tense and tremble a bit and he hears

her bark.

"Suck it bitch. Yeeees goddamit."

She grinds her hips into his face and he can feel the

spasms of her orgasm. He sucks hard pressing his tongue and

rocking his head side to side quickly. Then backs off as

the spasms subside, sucking gently again, then lapping the

entire length of her sex as she lifts herself off of him

slightly. She trembles a bit as she catches her breath then

raises up to stretch, looking at him over her shoulder.

She sets down lightly on his chest and says, "Yes, I think

we are going to get along just fine."

To be continued.