To Serve Is Divine

by Hargrave, R. E.

  In his opinion, his expectations were pretty straight forward, and even as they discussed them Jayden could see the page clearly in his mind:

  Following are the guidelines which Jayden Masterson (hereafter to be referred to as ‘Sir’) expects of Catherine O’Chancey (hereafter to be referred to as ‘the submissive’):

  With regards to health and well-being Sir expects the submissive to:

  Get a minimum of six hours of sleep per night, though eight is preferred. If eight is not obtained, a nap should be planned for the following day. Failure to comply will result in scheduled Friday night playtime being used for early bedtime following ten spanks with the wooden aerated paddle.

  Workout for at least one hour, three times a week. Failure to comply will result in Saturday afternoon free-time being spent in the lap pool and home gym at The Villa.

  Eat meals which are well-balanced and proportioned with moderation. A minimum of six eight-ounce glasses of water will be consumed daily. Failure to comply will result in orgasm denial for the submissive until Sir feels she is taking appropriate care of her needs.

  Keep a journal logging all of the above by the submissive to be presented to Sir each Friday night. Be respectful of Sir when journaling by capitalizing all references to Sir, including pronouns, and keeping all references to self as lower-case, including the use of i. Failure to comply will result in ten spanks with the wooden aerated paddle.

  Inform Sir if the submissive is showing any signs of illness. Sir will provide medical resources.

  Follow a regime of good woman’s health with regular physicals provided by an OB/Gyn of Sir’s choosing, and at his expense.

  Disclose past history to Sir. As this is a special situation, Sir and the submissive will go at a slow pace. If this becomes too difficult, Sir will cover the expense of professional therapy.

  With regards to grooming, Sir expects the submissive to:

  Bathe daily and maintain good oral health. Sir will cover expense of dentist.

  Legs and underarms are to be shaved daily.

  Bikini area is to be kept trimmed neat and close unless further discussed with Sir. At a later date, Sir may insist on this area being bare.

  Keep skin free of lotions and perfumes when scening.

  Keep hair regularly trimmed and no shorter than shoulder length at any time.

  Failure to comply with any of the above will result in five spanks with the wooden aerated paddle per instance of infraction.

  With regards to appearance and playtime interaction, Sir expects the submissive to:

  Be respectful with eyes down.

  Follow behind Sir approximately two feet, and to the left.

  Use the withdrawal walk if exiting a room still occupied by Sir.

  Dress in attire selected and/or approved by Sir when at The Villa, Dungeons & Dreams, or any other location visited during agreed upon playtime.

  Speak only when given permission.

  Address herself in the third person.

  Failure to comply with any of the above will result in a minimum of five spanks with the wooden aerated paddle, but will be adjusted depending on severity of the infraction.

  Catherine confirmed her understanding of Sir’s suggestions with regards to her diet, exercise, adequate rest, and what had given her the longest pause to agree to open disclosure of her past with him.

  Jayden informed her that while she was welcome to continue working for the temp agency, he wanted her to know that her submissive room at his home would be available to her at all times and not just on designated play nights. In taking on the role of her Dom, he was prepared to care for her needs — all of them.

  However, Catherine explained she wasn’t prepared to give up the little piece of independence she’d gained, and was quite polite when she declined with his assurance that he wasn’t upset at her decision. Jayden emphasized that the offer would be on the table for as long as they had their arrangement should she ever change her mind.

  He helped her redress and escorted her down to the lobby and to the curb where Micah stood holding the car door open for her. Jayden reluctantly helped her into the car and leaned in after her, giving his final instructions of the night.

  “Micah will pick you up at five o’clock Friday evening and bring you to my home. I want you in a short skirt, no panties. On top, you are to have on a sheer blouse with a dark-colored, lace bra underneath. I want your hair off your neck and your body free of perfume or lotions as agreed. Nothing but your bath wash may be used on your skin.” The implications of his instructions were that he was going to waste no time moving ahead with her. Starting with her curiosity and need for exhibitionism even if it was just in risqué attire.

  “Aye, Sir,” Catherine answered just above a whisper.

  “When you arrive, Micah will escort you to my front porch where you will remove your skirt and blouse, then kneel until I come to collect you.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, and her pupils dilated.

  “And Catherine,” he waited until she looked up at him, “You are not to touch yourself in a sexual manner until I tell you that you can. Until Friday, my jewel.” Jayden bowed to her, and closed the door.

  ~~~Chapter 7~~~

  Catherine Finds Her Place

  Friday arrived at last, and once again, Catherine found herself pacing and waiting for Micah. She’d considered asking Sir if it would be permissible in the future to drive herself or get a cab, but then she thought better of it. If he wanted to send a car for her that was his right. While waiting, her thoughts skimmed over the time she’d spent with him so far during the past week.

  When the agency had called soon after she’d awoken Thursday morning with a position at a dental office for the rest of the week she’d jumped on it. It was basic work answering the phone and filing charts, but it would keep her busy and help the days go by faster.

  That morning had found her waking up after sleeping like the dead with a slight stiffness in her jaw and thigh muscles, and sore in other places in the best possible way. Now that she’d experience Sir’s cock, Catherine wasn’t sure she would ever acclimate to his size; erect it was a good nine inches, if not more, but she was looking forward to trying.

  Catherine had loved how silky his flesh felt in her palm when she first took him in hand, and she’d hoped he would have her display her oral skills for him. When he’d given the command, she’d sighed with happiness to be able to taste him. His flavor was unique and being so close to Sir had filled her nose with the rich experience of his musky scent.

  A feeling of extreme pride in herself had bloomed while she’d reveled in his grunts and being able to bring him to completion with her mouth. Swallowing the last of his gift, Catherine had realized she could breathe. For the first time in years, she had been able to take a deep breath without it hurting.

  As if that was not enough, Sir had then praised her and offered her the reward of his skilled mouth once again – she just had to grind her sex against him. Catherine had felt the shiver roll through her when he’d commanded her to mount his face. She wasn’t sure she’d like being in such a ‘top’ position. It had only taken her realizing that her Dom was offering his appreciation, and that he could place a simple, chaste kiss upon her or he could strap her to a cross and it wouldn’t matter, she’d soak in his praise and love every minute of it.

  Once Catherine had willed her mind to let go and she entrusted her pleasure to Sir, the rest of the evening had been incredible . . .

  “Do not make me repeat myself or regret offering you a reward, Catherine,” Sir warned her, and his warm exhale tickled her sex which was so close to his mouth. “Spread those lips and lower yourself.”

  Wanting to be good for him, Catherine did as she was told with precision. Her trembling fingers reached down so she could pinch the already slippery flesh and pull herself open, exposing her depths. She still couldn’t quite bring herself to lower her body down and had been caught off guard when his large hands grippe
d her hips and yanked her down until she sat flush on his face.

  Sir left her no time to catch her breath before his tongue probed deep and lapped from her like he was dying of thirst. Catherine’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open while her hips gave into instinct and began rocking. The tightening of his hold on her hips encouraged her to move faster, and soon Sir was holding his tongue stiff and still, which let her writhe on it at her own comfort.

  Tightness clenched her tummy, warning her that if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up coming.

  “Sir . . .” Catherine whimpered. Though, she didn’t know what she wanted to beg for.

  Her plea spurred him on and his tongue began moving again, a rapid flicking across the tiny bundle of raw nerves which pulsed with her heartbeat. The sensation was too much and Catherine bucked up and fell to her side on the bed.

  “You may come when you like, Catherine . . .”

  Sir knelt between her legs, looking down at her with wanton desire. He grinned and licked his lips with a slowness that made her groan with an involuntary shiver. Keeping his eyes on hers he lowered his mouth back to her sex. Sir’s lips curled around her clitoris and he sucked – a gentle tug driving Catherine to madness.

  Her head lolled and she clutched with desperation at the comforter while her orgasm crept closer.

  When his mouth vanished and Sir’s fingers thrust into her, seeking out that magic spot with a knowing stroke, her release sprayed out of her and her nipples constricted until she feared they would pop. The electrifying gratification continued on a loop as Sir prolonged her orgasm with fingers that fucked her at a frenzied pace.

  And then he was inside of her.

  The abrupt feeling of being filled and the sting of being stretched caused her eyes to snap open. “Oh, God. Sir,” Catherine gasped. It was overwhelming and so very perfect. Her first orgasm, which had never exhausted itself, roared to life again and threatened to spill over with every push and pull of Sir’s satisfying momentum.

  “Sweet Jesus, Catherine. You – your cunt is heaven – so small and tight,” Sir ground out.

  Her chest swelled with his accolades. Spencer had only ever told her how nasty her pussy was and that it was good for nothing more than collecting his come. Sir’s tone was awestruck . . . worshiping. Encouraged by his words, she concentrated on squeezing and releasing her inner muscles, wanting to make the experience as enjoyable for him as she could.

  Together their bodies became slick with her come and their sweat while their flesh slammed against each other.

  Sir hooked one of her knees over his arm and opened her wider so he could push in even deeper. The head of his cock was knocking against her cervix on each inward thrust and then dragging over her tender g-spot with each withdrawal.

  His other hand moved to catch both of hers and he held them above her head against the bedspread. When he shifted the hand on her thigh down to cup and lift her ass off the bed so that he sank even deeper than before, she began a mixed keening and panting.

  She was going to come harder than ever – and she did the moment that Sir pulled out of her with a wild yell. The movement of his cock extracting from her was climatic as he hit everything just right and the final moment of separation resulted in the damn bursting yet again.

  Catherine felt herself being moved, dragged onto her knees so that her ass was on display and she tensed just a bit when the head of Sir’s cock pressed against her back entrance. Catherine inhaled and exhaled as slow as she could considering she’d just experienced another mind-blowing orgasm, willing herself to relax and open for him.

  Instead of the pressure and burn she’d expected, she felt Sir’s warm come pulsing out of him against her back hole and running down her cheeks just before he collapsed across her back. Sir rolled them to the side where Catherine laid in his arms for several minutes in satiated bliss before he moved away, leaving her chilled in his absence. She was happy to continue resting while Sir set about cleaning up and started her aftercare after getting her some water.

  A phantom aftershock rocked her body at the memory. Catherine doubted that she would ever forget a single detail. She smiled and let out a wistful sigh.

  Had it been just the night before that Sir had called her – not long after she’d settled into bed following a round on her elliptical and a soak in the tub? During their conversation, he’d asked how her day had been, and then instructed her to play with her pussy while he listened, making her stop and remove her hand when she’d been close to release.

  The memories now had her rubbing her thighs together in a surreptitious manner. Damn if they weren’t already slick due to her lack of underwear.

  Biding her time, Catherine reviewed her reflection in her living room window with a final, appraising glance. The black skirt was short as requested, grazing mid-thigh with a zipper on the side. She’d had to go shopping for the black lace bra she now wore. Since she didn’t care for shopping – luck had been on Catherine’s side when she’d found a see-through, white blouse at Victoria’s Secret in addition to the bra. Her calves looked sexy in the white heels which were overlaid with black lace and the final finishing touch was her hair in a neat, French twist which left her neck exposed.

  Micah arrived soon after. She tried to engage him in conversation on the ride, but again, he was silent leaving Catherine free to reflect some more. Sir hadn’t given her many details about Micah other than mentioning that he was also under Sir’s control. It was natural that that made Catherine curious.

  She found herself wondering while she took in Micah’s highlighted, feathered brown locks and sharp, blue-eyes in the rear-view mirror, how often Sir played with him. Did he use just bondage and impact play with Micah, or was there a sexual relationship, too? Did that mean Sir was bi-sexual? If he was, then had he been trained under a male or female Dominant?

  Each question led to another while the miles raced by, and she became frustrated with herself. Catherine wasn’t disturbed by her curiosity, just the fact that it wanted to be central at that particular time. She should have been using her time to mentally prepare herself for the evening, nay, the entire weekend which would soon begin on her Sir’s front porch.

  For the first time since he’d told her what she was to do it dawned on her that Micah might be staying for her performance. Comprehension dawning, her mouth blurted out the words without care. “Will you be watching us, Micah?”

  His eyes snapped up to meet her green ones in the rear-view mirror. Something dark and primal flickered in them calling to Catherine’s hidden desires.

  “It is what I’ve been instructed to do,” Micah answered in a terse tone while they pulled into a long driveway, leaving her to wonder what else he had been instructed to do.

  “Have you now?” she teased, and he nodded bringing the car to a stop. Catherine kept her focus on him, not bothering to look at the house yet. “Can I ask you a question?”

  He took a minute to read her after he’d turned in his seat to face her. “Sure.”

  “Will you be allowed to touch yourself?” He swallowed at her boldness but she pressed on before he could answer. “Tell me. Who are you looking forward to seeing naked: me or him?”

  This time his gulp was audible. “Um, both,” he said, and his eyes broke contact, darting down to the side avoiding her.

  “Micah . . .” she sing-songed, and his eyes rose up to meet hers once again with caution.

  With a sheepish quirk to his pouty lips, he amended his answer with a whispered, “Sir Jayden.”

  A spike of arousal rushed through her along with the tiniest hint of jealousy, which she pushed away in favor of the lust.

  Catherine was going to have to rethink the eroticism factor of gay sex if her physical response to Micah’s admission, and the images it conjured up, were anything to go by. The possibilities were mind-numbing, and quite intriguing.

  The next thing Catherine knew, she was being helped from the car, and escorted toward the wide but shallow po
rch steps of a house that was reminiscent of a Mediterranean villa. Old oak trees sprinkled the property telling of age and longevity, and creating a longing to become part of the history of the house. Vines crept up the outer walls reminding Catherine of fairytale castles. It seemed almost too good to be true, like another world to which she could escape.

  They walked by one of the large potted palms that framed the entryway to the porch and Catherine’s eyes didn’t know what to focus on first. The alcove was all tile and brick with more potted plants lined along the walls. Off to the right, Micah ascended a staircase which led up to a nondescript door that she guessed might be his living quarters.

  She nodded at him. Micah returned the nod and then began to strip out of his clothes. He knelt on the upper landing with his limp sex protruding through the railing, and gripped the iron.

  Taken aback by his actions, she turned away, and noticed the large fans mounted above, which moved up and down in a languid wave. That explained why it had felt so much cooler once they had stepped out of the late afternoon sun and into the secret area.

  In short, it was beautiful and relaxing.

  Catherine brought her eyes to the heavy front door decorated with twisty wrought iron. The butterflies which had been having a field day in her stomach settled, an inner peace washed over her. Her Sir was on the other side of that door somewhere, and would be joining her soon. With that thought her mind cleared and nothing else mattered, except pleasing him.

  She undressed down to her lace bra feeling more vulnerable and naked with the single article than if she’d been bare. Catherine laid the clothes over the planter beside her and went to kneel, noticing a padded cushion had been left for her. She knelt and waited.