4 comments/ 18063 views/ 3 favorites To Serve Ch. 02 By: Sir_Will This is a continuation of “To Serve” in which Anne discovers her true vocation – to serve Mike Andersen the Marketing Director of Fulcrum where she has now accepted a job as his special personal assistant. Many thanks to those who provided feedback to the first part of this story and helped me frame this continuation. Anne returned to the office after Stockholm and spent the first few days moving in to her new office. Mike had not returned with her but gone off to another client elsewhere in Europe. He had however told her that they should spend the long bank holiday weekend together at his beach house. So when an e-mail arrived in her in-tray from Mike Andersen she opened it without delay. The message was however, short and very much to the point. “Pick you up from office at 5 o’clock. Don’t bring anything other than a toothbrush. Don’t be late.” Anne had expected something more, perhaps some words of affection, but then again it was the office e-mail system and it was Mike sending the message. He was not one to waste words. She thought long about what to take for the weekend. She looked at her clothes wondered if she needed a bathing suit, some smart evening clothes. She also remembered that he had said just a toothbrush. Was that just a figure of speech or did he mean it. Mike usually meant exactly what he said, but just a toothbrush for a long weekend? No, she had to take something more. In the end she threw a spare pair of jeans a couple of tops, some clean underwear and her toilet bag into a bag. That was how she stood outside the office building on that Friday. A T shirt blue jeans and small grip bag in hand. 4:55 at least she was not late, although everyone else except security had already left for the long weekend. She saw Mike in his open top dark blue Porsche drive round the entry road and come to stop in front of her. “Some toothbrush.” His opening words took her by surprise. She at least expected a Hello! “Just a few things” she smiled back at him “nothing much.” His fixed emotionless face told her before his words that she had got it wrong. “I meant what I said” he said “lose the bag inside and come back with your toilet bag only. And hurry” “I’m sorry Mike, I just thought that…” she stopped, knowing that excuses were not required and quickly turned back into the building and hurried up the stairs to her desk. She took out her small toilet bag from the grip and pushed the rest under her desk. Retracing her steps as fast as she could, she climbed into Mike’s car. She barely had time to fasten her seat belt before Mike drove off pointing the car into the weekend traffic and the rush to the coast. “Don’t disobey me like that again.” Mike’s simple statement said volumes “when I ask or tell you to do something, I expect you to do exactly as I say.” “Yes Mike. I understand I will try and do as you say.” She looked downwards, her eyes fixed on a small mark on her jeans. No further words were said. As the car weaved its way through the traffic they talked about the job in Sweden, her new office, her next project and Mike’s recent visit to Germany. They stopped for a light meal at a small restaurant and talked more about work. Then they were on open roads once again and the noise of the wind rushing past the speeding car meant that no further conversation was possible. At about 9 o’clock, Mike pulled off the main road and drove down a narrow lane. Anne could smell the salt water in the air and knew that they must be getting close to their destination. Eventually, when Anne thought that they may not see another house, Mike pulled the car through a gap in the hedge and stopped outside a small weather boarded house. Anne imagined that Mike would own something bigger, but she could tell what the attraction was. She thought it beautiful, probably about 100 years old, two storied and painted a pale eggshell blue. At the front was a small veranda which looked through a gap in the sand dunes to the beach. When Mike unlocked the door and led her inside she was surprised. She was expecting small rooms in keeping with the exterior impression, but instead she saw that the whole interior had been opened out. The ground floor was just a single room with a small kitchen dining area in one half of the house and a lounge sitting area in the other, dominated by a stone-built open fireplace. A log fire was already alight so (Anne assumed) Mike had somebody to look after the place for him. Above the kitchen area was a balcony floor supported by large wooden beams adorned by hooks, ropes and other fishing gear. She could just make out the shape of a single large bed and a small room. The house was simply but comfortably furnished, the whole giving a gentile, comfortable air. Mike has good taste she thought to herself. “The bedroom and bathroom are upstairs” Mike’s voice broke the silence and her thoughts. “Go and have a shower and come back down.” Anne was not going to question or disobey. “I will get some coffee and drinks. You will find some clothes hanging in the small wardrobe, wear the blue tonight.” “And only that” it was the first time he had looked at her properly since they had arrived. She could see in his eyes that this was another order that he expected her to carry out exactly. Anyway, He had said clothes? This man had clothes for her? He had bought them for her? It explained why she only needed a toothbrush. She was intrigued. She grabbed her small toilet bag and ascended the stairs. The balcony was dominated by a large wooden king sized bed covered in dark blue satin sheets. Above it, a roof light gave a view of the evening sky. To one side was a large triple wardrobe, the other side a smaller one with just a double set of doors. She pulled the doors open. Inside were about ten hangers, each with a different garment, all of which looked expensive. She brushed her hand across them before picking the blue one off the rail. It was a silky smooth satin in royal blue. She looked at the label – Victoria Secrets – and checked the size. It was correct. How? Then she looked properly at the dress. The back was plain but the front was buttoned at the neck with a deep slit below that which would, Anne estimated, reach down to her navel. Then she noticed the sides, the two halves of the dress were laced together loosely so that the wearer would be partially open to view. She immediately became embarrassed. She knew she did not have the figure for this type of dress. She had seen models and film stars wear them, also much better endowed than her meagre 34B bust line. She quickly looked into the drawer below, inside a range of silk and lace lingerie. She wanted to look but the noise of Mike moving around below told her that she had better get on with complying with his wishes. She opened the only door and walked into a surprisingly large bathroom. It contained a Jacuzzi corner bath, a large shower cubicle, toilet and washbasin all of which were in white and set against dark blue wall tiles. Spot lights lit each area of the bathroom. She quickly stripped off her jeans, T-shirt and underwear and stepped into the shower. She found some sweet smelling shower gel and turned on the mixer tap. She washed herself thoroughly, luxuriating in the warm water, in her mind comparing her surroundings to the simple over-bath shower in her own small little apartment. Time was must be ebbing away she thought so she turned off the tap and stepped out grabbing one of the large fluffy towels. She looked to wear she had hung the dress and noticed that her clothes had gone. Mike must have taken then while she was in the shower, hidden from her view by the condensation on the shower door. Satisfied she was dry; she took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it. The material seemed to glide over her as she pulled it over her shoulders. She reached up to the neck and fastened the single button, then looked at herself in the full length mirror at the end of the room. She admired the way the dress moved around her body as she altered position. She had been right about the front, it did indeed reach down to her belly button and she wished she had more breast to do justice to the line of the dress. She felt wonderfully naughty, it was like being naked and clothed at the same time. She walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to Mike who was sitting on the large sofa in front of the fire. The material felt wonderful on her naked flesh, she enjoyed the sensation, especially as it moved across her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden in response to the silky caress of the dress. Mike handed her a drink and motioned for her to sit alongside him. She sipped the tall clear liquid; vodka and tonic, her favourite, how did he know? “Anne” Mike began his voice still firm and authoritative but now with a hint of warmth “first, let me tell you how wonderful you look in that dress. Blue is my favourite colour and it suits you” “It’s lovely Mike. Not what I would normally wear,” she smiled as she said it “but it feels wonderful and I like to wear it because you like it.” He smiled “It is yours Anne, everything in that wardrobe is yours; yours to wear every time you come to this house.” “I don’t know what to say” Anne started, embarrassed by his generosity, pleased that they would apparently be doing this again. “Say nothing and listen” Mike’s voice was serious now. “When you are here you will wear only the clothes that I tell you to wear – nothing else” “This will be our special place. A place where we will enjoy each other to the full. You will have experiences beyond your dreams, but to enjoy them will involve trust, a trust that I will never ask of you anything that you do not want to do.” He held his hand up to stop her reply, before continuing. “I want you to know that I think you are a very special person, one with whom I want to share my desires and fantasies. If you want to share in those, as I think you will, you must place your in trust me and obey my instructions.” “I told you in Stockholm that I will ask you to submit to me totally; that if you make mistakes you be punished. In exchange I will care for you. We will have a contract, a contract of trust.” Anne was confused, what was this man saying? She loved him, wanted him, and wanted to please him. Of course she trusted him. Mike continued “Some of my instructions will seem strange to you today, but it will test your trust if you are to obey them. My instructions will be born out of my desire for you and will satisfy your inner need to meet my own.” “If that trust fails you, then you must tell me. We will have a code word, a word which you can use only when you believe that the trust has left you. Use it and I will stop and release you from our contract” he paused, “Release you from our relationship. It will finish there.” Mike looked at her, waiting for his words to sink in. Anne was confused. What was he asking? What could he ask of her that would make her want to break a relationship with the first man she believed she truly loved; truly desired? He continued “This is our first weekend and I will be lenient with you for the next three days. If you feel that you can not obey my instructions over this weekend – and only this weekend - you should say the code word ‘Purple.’ If you feel that you can not trust me totally now, or at any time in the future, you must say the code word ‘Violet’ – but think hard before you say it; that word will terminate our contract and relationship.” “Do you understand?” Anne was not sure what she understood but she loved this man so she said simply and as sincerely as she could “Yes Mike I think I understand – Purple and Violet.” Mike looked at her, knowing that she did fully comprehend what he meant. What he saw was a loving face framed by her shoulder length dark hair. “Now Anne, this is our first evening. What would you like?” “To make you happy” she smiled a warm smile “to make love to you. To show you how much I want to make you pleased with me.” She looked into his eyes and then down. “Please Mike tell me what will make you happy.” Mike put his hands to her face and lifted her chin so that she once again looked into his blue eyes. “Show me your beautiful body Anne.” It sounded like a request, but Anne knew that it was a request she must comply with. She had never stripped for another man, Mike was the first and the thought of that night in Sweden when he had made her undress in the large window looking out over Stockholm came back to her mind. She placed her glass on the side table and stood before him. Her eyes held his as her hand went to her neck and undid the button. She waited for a few moments before gently easing the material off her shoulders. The dress fell silently to the floor. She felt his eyes roaming her body and enjoyed the sensation. “You are quite beautiful. You have a lovely body.” His statement made her feel embarrassed, he was just saying that; he must have seen better. “It could be better” a pause “I’m not well endowed and my hips are too big and….” Mike put his finger to his lips to indicate that she should be silent. “Your breasts are lovely to my eyes and your hips frame your pretty pussy perfectly.” She flushed, she did not believe that her lower regions could ever be described as pretty. “Now stand closer to me. Let me look at your body closely.” She did as he asked, aware that his head was now in line with her bush. For a few moments he did nothing, and then his hand slowly rose; his fingers extended to trace the outline of her sex. His touch made her gasp; it was so light yet so intimate. She could feel his finger gently easing past her lips, slipping into her folds, stroking upwards to softly touch her clit. She fought for balance as his gentle caress created waves of desire and passion within her. His fingers continued to explore, teasing her, probing her wet slit, tickling her clit from its hiding place. She could feel herself responding to his touch but also knowing that she must hold back the urge to cum. Just as she thought she would lose the battle, Mike withdrew his fingers. Mike put his fingers to his lips to taste the musky essence. He slowly licked them clean before raising his hand to caress each of her breasts in turn. First they were light caresses, and then he rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb making them stand to attention the way they had done that first night. We watched as they grew in his hands, the dark pink nubs of flesh standing upright on her small firm breasts. The sensations once again threatened to overpower Anne; he was close to making her cum simply by playing with her nipples. Mike could sense the tension building inside her, he applied more pressure then as he watched her eyes close, he released them. For the second time Anne had come close to release and for the second time Mike had stopped before she lost control. “Turn around” She slowly did as he asked, curious as to why. She wanted to drop to her knees and free his wonderful cock; to pull him to the floor and feel him inside her once again. She felt his hands cup the cheeks of her ass, holding them like precious globes in his hands. Slowly she felt his strong hands separate them until she knew that he must be staring at her back entrance, her private place that no man had looked at before. She felt him move, then the warmth of his breath inside that divide and then, finally, the soft feel of his tongue as it slowly caressed her dark hole. “Ohhhhhh Mike” she could barely utter the words as new sensations flooded through her body. She felt his tongue become more insistent, probing her entrance as if trying to breach the ring of muscle. She tried to relax but the sexual tension she felt made that impossible. Her legs barely held her weight as she fought to hold back the urge for release, it was only his tight grip on her cheeks which provided the additional support she needed to remain standing. Then, as the intensity mounted, she felt his hand move; felt a finger join his tongue to probe her tight hole. She fought for control, telling herself to relax. The she felt his finger enter her, felt it press forward deep inside her, slowly burrowing into her hot channel until she felt she could take no more. Mike stopped and lent back, looking at how Anne’s flesh grippe his finger, before pulling his hand back until only the tip of his finger remained inside her. He worked itp around in circles, stretching her slightly before thrusting his finger back into her. Anne winced at the forceful intrusion before letting that pain turn to pleasure as his finger probed her insides. Again he withdrew and again he thrust his finger back. She lent forward, her hands on her thighs to provide support and the means to stay upright. His finger withdrew again; she felt her anus being stretched as a second finger was squeezed past the ring to join the first. Now two fingers plunged into her; again she felt an initial pain which slowly melted away into a deeper feeling of lust and desire. Mike watched as his fingers started to fuck her rear, gratified that Anne was passing this first test. He knew she must have experienced discomfort if not some pain but was pleased how she had found the strength to withstand that to find pleasure. He continued to explore her ass; on each stoke trying to probe deeper, letting his fingers stretch her a little wider. He removed his other hand from her body and used it to open his slacks, releasing the pressure on his engorged cock which now stood long and broad from his groin. Abruptly he withdrew his fingers. Anne felt as if part of her being had been removed. She looked behind her and saw Mike still sitting on the couch, saw his massive cock rising from his open slacks. Instinctively she knew what was required. She turned and knelt at his feet. She looked up into his face, seeking confirmation. Mike nodded and Anne bent her head down to take the head of hic shaft into her mouth. She had performed this once before on Mike and he had cum in her mouth with a force that had made her yearn for more. Her tongue ran around the head, her small hands encircling him, holding him steady as she bathed his cock head in her saliva. She felt his hands caress her hair as she took more of him in her mouth while her hands started a slow rhythmic caress of his shaft. She felt him press down on her head and she allowed more of him to enter until his dome pressed against the back of her throat. She had tried to swallow him before –she tried again, but he was simply too long, too big for that. Mike released the pressure slightly and Anne withdrew his organ to resume her tongue caress of the purple head. Then she tried to swallow him again. Again she failed. Anne continued to repeat the process hoping that she would be able to show him that she could do this task for him. She was not to know that Mike had only been deep-throated once before and that the girl in question was highly experienced. He knew that it would take a lot of training before Anne could take him down that tight opening. For now he was content to let her fuck him with her mouth. His hands left her head and slowly caressed her shoulders before moving down to cup her breasts once again. As she lent forward, they fell free of her rib cage and he took them fully in his hands, feeling their weight. His fingers closed around the elastic flesh gently building the pressure until he heard her catch her breath, knowing he had reached discomfort level. He pulled her breasts down, letting the skin slowly escape until he held just the hard flesh of her nipples. Here he stopped and squeezed again, wanting to inflict a small amount of pain so that they would reach a high level of sensitivity. Anne winced again as she felt the searing sensation at the tips of her breasts; it stopped her from her oral attentions to Mike’s cock. Her brain thought of the colour purple. She wanted to say it but she did not want to let herself down in Mike’s eyes by giving in at the first opportunity. She fought back the desire and forced herself to continue to caress his penis. To Serve Ch. 02 Mike smiled, she had passed a second test, he had exerted some mild pain on what he believed was the most sensitive part of her body and she had not backed down; she had not said that code word although he was sure that it must have crossed her mind. He released her nipples and placed his hands back on the sides of her head. He watched as she gently bobbed her head up and down his organ, seeing the way his hard flesh now glistened in the soft lighting. He pondered whether to let her continue and shoot off in her mouth, but in the end decided that he wanted more. He raised her head off his shinning staff; she sat back on her heals and looked up at him from her bowed head. “Kneel on the rug on all fours Anne” his soft tones belied the authority in his voice “I need to feel your –my - cunt around me.” She did as he asked and heard him stand and remove his clothes before kneeling behind her. Only a couple of times had she taken a man this way before. Then she had thought it base and dirty. This time was different her mentor, her lover, wanted her that way and it thus felt the most natural sensual thing to do. She felt the tip of cock stroke between her moist folds, a slow gentle probing. Oh how she had longed for this moment since the first time she had felt him enter her. She felt him press forward and she tried hard to relax, knowing that the sheer girth of him would stretch her again, stretch her painfully, wonderfully. Slowly he inched his hard cock into her tight snug channel. Mike once again felt her inner flesh stretch to accommodate him. Like her, he had waited for this moment and he was going to savour every second of his initial penetration. He watched as his shaft disappeared into her, pressing forward until he could no longer see his shaft, his groin pressed hard against her rear. Anne felt him touch her cervix, the pain of penetration quickly being replaced with one of fullness; of fulfilment. Mike withdrew watching his cock re-appear once more, now covered in her juices, glistening in the pale light. He thrust back inside her forcefully, enjoying the snug channel and loving the way his cock hit her innermost point. For Anne, the action sent her spiralling out of control. As his cock hit her deepest insides, she was overcome with all the emotions she could muster; love, desire, lust all mingled to send her into a crashing orgasm which she could not control. Her womb contracted, every muscle in her lower body contracted, she let out a deep low moan of fulfilment as she felt herself erupt into a powerful orgasmic convulsion which wracked her body. She collapsed forward onto her elbows, her tight hold on his cock pulling Mike forward with her as she emitted a single long wail of joy. She had never felt an orgasm take hold of her body in this way and she fought to catch her breath and enjoy the moment. Suddenly she felt empty; Mike savagely pulled his cock from her pelvic grasp, leaving her with an audible plop. She had dropped from the highest level to the lowest in a moment. “I did not say you could cum Anne” his words almost echoed round the silent room. As he spoke she knew in an instant that she had failed him; knew that she should have waited. Tears welled in her eyes. “Mike I am so sorry” she started to sob the words out “it just felt so good to have you inside me. I could not help myself. I…..” She knew words were futile. What was done was done and she must now face up to the consequences. “You must never do that Anne. You must always wait.” Then he added “You will learn to wait until I tell you.” His words rang in her ears, heightening her feeling of guilt. Her head hung lower as she said “Mike, let me make it up to you. Please I will do anything to make it up to you.” Mike pondered. How should he punish this girl, this inexperienced girl who had shown she still had so much to learn? He looked at the sorry sight before him. Anne on her knees bent forwards and away from him, sobbing. His cock still covered in her wet juices. He grabbed the two white cheeks of her ass in his two hands, his fingers squeezing out the pale colour of her skin, turning it pure white. He moved slightly and ran the tip of his cock along the cleft between her cheeks and down between her puffy folds once more. “You will learn Ann and you will be punished for your misdemeanour.” Although he was angry and felt somewhat cheated that he had not been allowed to experience her tight pussy milking him as they came together, it did not show in his voice which remained calm. “Tomorrow I will show you how I punish such lack of control” he went on. Anne turned slightly to look back at him, a worried look on her downcast face. “But tonight I will test you further.” He allowed the words to sink into her before he moved his cock back upwards until it rested against the small brown rosebud. He pressed forward, watching as the protesting ring of muscle held firm against the purple dome of his organ. Mike was not sure that buggering this girl was even possible. He had planned to break her in over a period of time, but those plans were now thrown aside as he continued to push forward. Her little hole opened just slightly to allow the tip of his cock to expand her. “Owwwww” Anne fought against any indication of pain, but it felt as if red hot metal was being pressed against her sensitive opening “Mike not that please anything but that. You are too big.” Her speech was punctuated with sobs; cries which mixed the pain she now experienced with the earlier feelings of shame at having let him down. Mike pressed forward, now jabbing at her ring with the end of his cock, wedging slightly more of his cock into the protesting hole. Still he could get no more than half the crown past her defensive ring. “Mike” Anne was sure she could not take this any more. Again the word Purple came to the front of her mind, indeed her whole vision seemed to be that colour as he continued to demand that she open for him. The pressure on Mike’s cock was also tremendous, her sphincter was like a little hand grasping the sensitive end of his cock, he could feel his own climax nearing as he continued his assault on her rear. He was getting more of himself into her but still only about two thirds of the head, when he felt his cum start to surge upwards inside his cock. He gripped her ass cheeks harder, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh. He pressed forward again as the cum burst from the tip. Anne started to say the code word, but only got as far as “P…” when she felt his hot cum explode just inside her anus. Suddenly the pain evaporated as she felt herself falling again into orgasm. Mike’s hot discharge provided additional lubrication and, as his second blast shot out, he felt the head of his cock enter her fully. He was not prepared for the sudden relaxation of the muscle and his weight carried him forward, his cock sliding up the tightest of channels. The feeling for Mike was tremendous, he was lost in the sheer closeness of her anal grip and he could do more than let the third and fourth shots of cum simply rocket into her bowels. For Anne the sensation was even greater. She felt a searing pain in her rectum coupled with the most blinding orgasm she had ever experienced. The force of his entry and the power of his ejaculations inside her created such a highly charged feeling in her body that she could do no more than let it overtake her completely. As she passed into unconsciousness, her mind was full of the knowledge that she had let Mike cum and that she had accepted his powerful organ once again into her body. Anne awoke several hours later, naked laying on the crisp blue sheets her head cradled in a soft pillow. As she drifted slowly back to reality she was aware that her body was giving off a wonderfully subtle aroma – sandalwood she guessed, although she could not remember having smelled it previously. She was also aware that Mike lay alongside her, his nude body touching her lightly. She moved slightly to look at him, the movement reminding her of the painful coupling of earlier. She could not know that Mike had carried her upstairs, had soaked her in a warm aromatic bath, had carefully dried her and placed her in the bed before showering himself and joining her. She smiled at the sleeping form beside her. Despite the hurt, she knew that she loved him. Pain was such a small price to pay for the love of a man such as him. The early morning sun streaming through the skylight illuminating the two lovers as they both awoke. Mike leaned over her and slowly bent his head down to touch her lips in the softest of kisses. She responded, bringing her hands up to gently hold his head and his lips to hers. As they kissed she could feel his cock stir against her thigh. She looked up into his eyes and moved her left hand down to take his hardening organ into her hand. She started to stroke it as their kiss continued, her caress bringing him to full hardness quickly and surely. Anne broke the kiss and holding Mike’s eyes in her own said simply “Mike, you know I am yours take me please” a pause “anyway you want.” He could not admit to her that his own organ was sore from the delicious buggery of the previous evening and he knew that she must be bruised badly. Yet here was this woman that he adored, offering herself to him for his pleasure. Without thought for herself. He reached down with his fingers and stroked her pussy which opened easily. He didn’t say a word, no words were necessary as he felt her respond to his skilful touch, the movements of his finger mirroring those of Anne’s hand at it glided slowly up the sides of his cock. He could feel her wetness flowing as, on every soft finger-stroke, he toyed with her clit that now emerged from its hiding place. He gently pushed her back against the pillow and moved between her legs his hand moving to cover hers so that together they could guide his organ into that slick pocket between her thighs. Anne felt the cock head move against her, brushing against her clit before slowly sinking into her body. He was gentle, supporting his weight on his hands, easing himself into her so that they could both enjoy the way her body encased him. Their love making was slow and sensual. Mike was not in a hurry but as he neared the inevitable consummation of his actions he bent his head to her ear and said simply “Cum with me Anne.” She was unaware that her subconscious was holding her back, but his words cleared the final hurdle to fulfilment. She felt him quicken his pace slightly; felt him swell within her and knew that he would shortly explode within her again. She felt him cross the threshold and the first spurt wash up inside her womb. Her muscles constricted around him and she let out a low moan of delight as her own orgasm broke, peaking just as his second cumming exploded from the tip of his cock buried deep inside her. Even as the small after shocks went through their bodies they remained pressed closely together; hugging each other, ensuring that were one for those few moments. In the long slow aftermath Anne felt him slowly slide out of her until he eventually moved to her side, caressing her hair as they both stared upwards into the blue sky above them. After several minutes Mike led her to the shower where they bathed each other, Anne finding pleasure in the simple act of washing him, soaping his tender cock. When they emerged from the shower they towelled each other off before returning to the bedroom. “What shall I wear Mike?” Anne was standing looking at the array of clothes hanging in the wardrobe. Only then did it strike her that neither had said anything since they had made love that morning. “While you are here I want you to wear simple clothes that do justice to your body.” Mike stood behind her holding her towelling wrapped shoulders “I don’t want you to wear underwear or jewellery, other than some special items which I will show you later. I want you to be available to me at all times.” Anne looked at the garments, all of which seemed more suited to the bedroom than everyday apparel. All were designer label and most in the softest materials. Most seemed to feature low cut fronts, slit sides or a combination of both. Many were also semi-transparent. Mike lifted out a simple long dark green chiffon dress with a tie front. He eased it over her head, tied the ribbon at the front and smoothed out her hair. He moved her so that they could both admire her in the simple dress. “Perfect Anne. You look just how I imagined you would.” Anne smiled, she had never contemplated wearing anything so extravagant; so sexy, but she had to admit that she liked the image of herself reflected in the mirror. They spent the day enjoying the beach – Mike even managed to persuade her to go naked into the cool sea water. She made lunch for them both which they ate round the small table on the veranda. In the afternoon they lazed on the sand, Anne now dressed in the smallest bikini she had ever seen, let alone worn; just two small triangles of cloth to cover her breasts and a single triangle barely covering her sex, the whole held together with the thinnest of string ties. When they returned to the house for some cooling drinks at late afternoon, Mike announced that he something to show her. He led her up the stairs to bedroom and reached behind her to untie the strings which held her top then those holding the lower section. The material fell away to reveal Anne naked for Mike. “I have bought you some jewellery” he said simply. “Mike you shouldn’t have. I don’t’ deserve it” “Anne this is special jewellery for you to wear when you are here. And yes I think you do deserve it.” Mike touched her face and lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes. “Wearing this tonight will also serve as your punishment for last night’s misdemeanour.” Punishment; she had forgotten all about that. The day had passed so blissfully that all thoughts of last night, apart from the climaxes and the ache in her bruised anus, had left her. What jewellery could he have in mind that would serve as punishment? She was soon to find out. Mike opened a drawer in the dresser and removed a small grey box, the sort that necklaces are normally found in. He opened the lid and showed her the contents. Inside was a length of silver chain with small diamond studs at each end. As she looked more closely, she saw that the back of each stud was a small clip, much like those used to make electrical connections, only much smaller. The chain also has a small loop on it. As she was pondering this, Mike removed another box from the dresser, a much smaller one, which he also opened. Inside was something which Anne thought looked like a hair grip, only fashioned in silver with a small diamond pendent attached to the round end of the clip. A length of chain was also affixed to this end of the clip which ended in a small clasp. “This is body jewellery Anne to decorate your body. I would like you to wear it for the rest of the evening.” Mike continued, “It will be continuous reminder to you that you have given your body to me.” “Mike, you have my body, I don’t need a reminder. I love you.” “I know you love me Anne. That is why I know that you will wear this for me.” “Now we must prepare you to wear these items.” With that Mike placed both open boxes on the top of the dresser and bowed his head to kiss each of her nipples in turn, using his tongue to caress and tease the hard buds at the point so that they started to grow erect and stiff. Anne suddenly realised what at least part of the jewellery was. She had heard about such items, but had never seen them or contemplated wearing such things. However, if this was punishment she could certainly take more as Mike’s tongue and mouth worked their magic on her breasts. Satisfied that her nipples were hard Mike lifted his head and reached over to the first box, taking the chain by one stud into his left hand. As he reached her right breast he brought the fingers of his other hand up to her nipple and grasped it firmly. He then squeezed the hard nub until he saw Anne flinch. He then opened the clip at the back of the stud and captured her nipple between its jaws, before slowly releasing it. The jaws closed tightly around her sensitive flesh, he watched her bite her lower lip as the pressure increased, but she held firm, not emitting any sound. He repeated the process on the nipple of her left breast. Again she did not emit any sound, a sixth sense telling her that the initial sharp pain would soon reduce, hopefully, to acceptable levels. Mike stood back to admire. Her distended nipples contrasted with the bright white light reflected by the small diamonds, her firm breasts easily supported the weight of the studs and the linking chain which fell in a graceful curve. To help her overcome the sensation that he knew she was feeling in her breasts and prepare her for the other items, Mike reached down with his index finger and brushed against her pussy lips. He was both surprised and delighted to find that her outer lips were already partially open and that there was already a hint of moisture. His finger caressed her slit and he started to feel her respond. For Anne the feelings of pleasure now emanating from her pussy were mixed with the continuous sharp stabbing feeling emanating from her nipples. As she responded to his finger caress, so her body moved and each little movement was reflected in flashes of pain as the nipple clips adjusted to her new position. She was beginning to realise that this was indeed a curious form of punishment, one which mixed hurt with delicious pleasure. Mike’s finger started to probe inside her slit, each stroke of his finger ending with a little flick onto her clit. As he continued, he could feel that little nub of flesh grow harder, releasing itself from beneath its protective flap of skin to stand firm against her wet sex. When he thought that it was firm enough, he reached across to the other box before knelling between her thighs. Anne felt him gently open her sex lips then felt the cold sensation of the clip being placed around her engorged clit. Mike though it fitted her perfectly, the small jewel resting on her most sensitive area, sparkling in the dim light. He attached the fine chain to the loop and then stood, drawing the chain upwards so that he could clip its end to the larger chain suspended between her nipples. The sensations for Anne contrasted between those sharp pangs from the end of her breasts and the wonderful stimulation of the little diamond as it brushed over her clit. Even the initial pain from the nipple clamps was now turning into a sort of inner warmth which she found strangely stimulating. She wondered how something initially painful could create such a sensual feeling inside her body. She looked at Mike and saw only love and desire in his eyes. He obviously liked to see her adorned with these items; if he found pleasure in seeing her in them, then she wanted to wear them. In fact she quite liked wearing them to please him, despite the discomfort. Mike went to her wardrobe and selected a simple black lace wrap which he placed over her shoulders and tied loosely at her waist. He turned her to face the full length mirror. “See how perfect you look?” He whispered the words into her ear as they both shared her reflection in the mirror. Anne, looked at herself, the simple black covering seemed to highlight the silver chains which hung from her body, the jewels at her breasts and sex sparkled through the material. “I don’t believe I’m perfect Mike” she answered “but I like to dress for you and this does look nice.” Mike did not bother to correct the slight note of disagreement. “Lets go downstairs for supper.” As she started to walk down the stairs, Anne found that some of the painful sensations returned, the clips on her nipples would snag slightly in the wispy lace material, and the chain from her clit adornment would tug down on the chain. She quickly learned to walk slowly and stay as upright as she could. To Serve Ch. 02 Supper was a simple meal of salmon, salad and white wine. Mike watched as she ate, knowing that every movement she made was continuing to send a variety of sensations through her body. When they had finished their meal, Mike went to her chair and helped her up, before leading her by the hand onto the veranda. She sun was beginning to set as they looked out across the ocean in the warm evening air. Mike stood behind her, his head resting on her shoulder. He reached around in front of her and pulled the tie on her wrap so that the two side of material opened. Anne moved to turn around; if they were going to make love she assumed that they would move indoors. “No” Mike’s firm voice whispered into her ear “I want you here.” A slight fear of panic swept through Anne, what if anybody she come along the beach and see them; see her in her special jewellery? She felt Mike pull her towards his hard body. She realised that he had also removed his clothing, she could feel his naked chest against her back and his hardening cock digging into the cleft between her buttocks. She felt him slowly remove the robe from her shoulders before his lips descended onto her skin, moving along the exposed flesh, nibbling at her neck. His hands caressed her sides, feather light touches which brought her skin alive. His lips found her ear and his teeth gently nibbled at the ear lobe and his tongue probed the skin behind it. She could feel herself becoming aroused and, as her body responded, she started to feel new sensations. The nipple clips now dug into her sensitive flesh more urgently as the blood flowed to her hard nipples and her clit was beginning to swell through the lower clip. She expected pain, but found that these sharp senses were enjoyable, heightening her total feeling of sensuality. Mike’s hands now moved over her whole body caressing the sides of her breasts, moving down to caress the insides of her thighs while his lips continued to make love to her ears, her neck, her shoulders. Anne could feel his hard cock moving between her ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum over her skin; she could feel it warm, then cold as it dried on her hot body. Those hands were now cupping her breasts, her nipples felt on fire, she no longer felt any pain from the clamps, just pure erotic sensations as the distended nipples were pulled tight by the clamps and movement of the chain. His breathing was becoming quicker, the movements of his cock more urgent. Her body was reacting like never before to his touch, she could feel her own juices seeping, no pouring, from her sex and running down her thighs where his hands rubbed them into the skin like some highly charged massage oil. She felt him move her forward, bending her forward over the veranda rail then she felt his cock again, inside her this time. That fantastic feeling as his wide cock moved slowly, inexorable up her tight channel. The clip around her clit was pushed upwards and off her as he ploughed in, its chain now trapped between her body and the veranda rail. As he continued to press her forward, the chain tightened, pulling down on her nipples, pulling the flesh with it. She no longer cared, the mounting sensations in her body all led to a need; wanting him to cum inside her. She felt his body press against her ass; she knew he was now fully inside her, she could feel his tip touch her cervix. She pushed back against him, enjoying the feeling of his large cock crown pushing against the limits of her insides. He pulled back slightly, then thrust back inside her, meeting her own movements to force himself deep. Anne wanted to cum, but knew that she must wait, knew that she must wait for his permission. Not that she minded, her highest goal was to feel him come inside her; that would be her ultimate satisfaction. She felt him thrusting into her deeply, short powerful strokes that kept her pressed against the rail; kept her nipple chain taught. He was moving faster now and she knew that he was nearly there. She felt his lips at her ear “Cum with me Anne. Cum with me.” He surged forward, pulling her hips back to his. She felt his cock swell inside her, before that sensation she craved swept over her; the sensation of that first blast of his boiling cum flooding into her vagina. As his juice hit her inner walls, she felt herself go over into the most powerful orgasm. She did not have time to consider how this man could continue to wrench such powerful feelings from her body. She simply wanted to enjoy the sensations as she gave herself totally to it. She felt him twitch inside her and blow another jet of his liquid into her inner caldron. Her vaginal muscles contracted around him, squeezing the cum from him, forcing her own juice to mix with his. She threw her head backwards, stretching herself further as he she spasmed again in response to his third strong cumming in her womb. Her body went rigid and then collapsed against him, all her strength washing out of her muscles as her release passed its climax. Mike’s strong arms took her weight holding her against him as their climaxes ebbed away. As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, Mike picked Anne up and took her upstairs and laid her carefully on the bed. He bent over her and gently removed the clips and placed them in the boxes until next time. Then he simply kissed her softly before laying down on the bed beside her and covered them both with the sheets. He then drifted off into a long satisfied sleep. As Anne closed her eyes she wondered about her new life. There had been so many strange things, she had done things she had never imagined; she had let Mike do things to her body which she would have refused just a few weeks before. Now these things had already become part of her life. She knew now what her role in life was to be; to be the loving, submissive partner to the man who lay sleeping beside her. “Yes” she thought “ I want To Serve Mike.” Feedback and criticism are, as always welcome.