0 comments/ 31080 views/ 5 favorites To Serve By: To Serve She straightened up but did not look at him. She trembled at what might come next, His scathing comment about her inadequacies. She sensed him move to stand in front of her. She was surprised by his gentle touch, his hands moving lightly over her body. Drifting up her sides, over her shoulders down the valley of her breasts. They spread out over her abdomen, over her flat tummy, the tips of his fingers just touching the top of her bush. They returned to her breasts, gently cupping them in the palms of his hands, his thumbs grazing over the nipples which stood firm from the dark centres. "Perfect" he said, "you are everything I thought you would be." If his gentle hands had surprised her, the comment, when it came, rocked her; he actually liked her, found her attractive. "I am too small" she said "I was not blessed with nice breasts." "I said they were perfect and I say what I mean" again that note of authority. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumb, putting pressure of the hard flesh, seeing if they would enlarge further, get harder still. Anne kept her head bowed, avoiding his gaze, submitting to him, enjoying the attention to her breasts, She felt herself getting wet. That could not be right, she had never reacted this way before, the simple touch of his hands was causing her to react in a way she had seldom done in the past, even when in the throes of intercourse. Anne noticed a change in the caress to her breasts, Mike was using more pressure now, gripping her little nubs harder, pulling them outwards so that the flesh of her breasts was pulled taught like two white cones. It was painful, causing her to bite her lower lip, but it was enjoyable; no erotic. She was so lost in the sensations now sweeping her body that when Mike gave one last pull and let go, the sudden release made her feel deprived, alone. After several long minutes she felt Mike's fingers cup her pussy. A gentle but firm touch, his digits slowly moving along her outer lips which she knew must be damp and already partially open. Again she felt ashamed; ashamed that Mike would now know how much she was enjoying his hands; ashamed that she lacked the self control to stop herself reacting this way. She felt a finger slowly move between her moist folds, easing the two wet outer lips apart, seeking the inner ones. The finger moved to the top of her slit, stroking the tiny piece of skin covering her clitoris; teasing it until she knew that it had become exposed to his touch. She moved slightly, opening her thighs the better to accommodate him and his wonderful fingers. His thumb was now rubbing her clit as the fingers sought entry into her inner self. No previous lover had been this slow and deliberate. A quick grope, perhaps a minute's oral attention, then her lover's cock had been pushed in for a crude coupling. This was different, she felt warm, and she could feel the slow build up towards sexual release. Mike was the sort of lover that she had dreamed about. Mike was content to let her enjoy herself for the moment, he knew that he had to take things slowly but he also had the urge to exploit Anne's submissive character that lay deep inside her waiting to be brought to life. Still he loved the site of this girl enjoying his fingers which now opened her inner lips to his fingers, her pussy leaking juice over his robbing, caressing hand. He changed the tempo slightly, pushing a finger inside her, into the hot wet interior of her pussy. It slide in easily, but he was amazed how tight she felt. He knew that she had not had a man inside her for a long time. His insistent finger pushed higher, his thumb still working her clit to provide her with the stimulus to accept him. He continued until one finger was fully inside her. He heard the merest gasp from her lips as his finger moved inside her, stroking the inner walls, sliding over the slick interior of her tight pussy. Anne was now having trouble standing still. His finger felt so good inside her, her clit was on fire and she could feel herself respond to him. Just as she was on the verge of cumming his finger was withdrawn and the thumb removed. She suddenly felt empty, she wanted release but it was being denied. Why? Couldn't Mike sense her need? She eased down from her high, her breathing slowed again. Then the thumb was back on her clit, caressing, but more firmly this time. The finger was back, prodding to be inside her. It felt fatter, then she realised that there were two fingers now, firmly pushing past her inner lips and into her hot insides. She wanted to tell him that it was too much; too big, but she suppressed the urge, sensing that he would expect her to accommodate him. She felt that deep desire to do whatever pleased Mike. The fingers were now deep inside her, spreading out to touch and feel her inner walls again, stretching her pussy like it had never been stretched before. She moved her legs apart further to ease the tightness, but simply enabling Mike to stretch further; to probe deeper. She could feel herself coming to a peak again. Then the voice "Anne, do you need to cum?" The simple question shocked her. She needed release, he must know that, feel it. "Yes Mike" she said in a soft whisper "I am so close, please." Then that strange voice in her head told her to add "If that's what you want." "Anne you will learn to cum when I tell you. When I want you to do. Is that clear" His fingers still played in her pussy. Testing her. "Yes Mike" she said looking for the first time into his eyes, "I understand." Her eyes lowered as he said simply "Good, Anne." She looked down to his waist where his cock, now fully hard jutted up again from his groin. Anne thought it looked beautiful, and marvelled at its size. She reached out for it and held it in her hand. He must be at least three inches around and now, fully erect nine or ten inches long. Her mind blanked out the thought that she must soon take this monster into her body. A body which had previously only accepted thin cocks half that length. He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to her mouth. She accepted the digits between her lips, tasting herself. He pushed upwards, raising her head so that she looked into his deep blue eyes. "I need to fuck you now Anne" he said simply with that measured, authoritative tone that she was coming to love, a tone which sent tingles through her flesh. He led her to the bed and laid her down, her legs hanging slightly over the edge. He took her legs into his hands and spread them, looking down at her, the puffy lips of her pussy open to his gaze. He took his cock into his hand and rubbed it over her pussy, stroking up and down between her distended lips, grazing her clit on each stroke. Then he stopped and lodged the fat dome against her opening. To Anne it felt huge, just the tip felt enough to fill her, but then he started to press forward. She bit her lower lips again as the fat head stretched her wide. The pressure continued, the head slowly forcing its way past her lips until it was inside her. It hurt, oh how it hurt, but it was the nicest hurt that Anne had experienced. She wanted so much to please this man to accept him inside her body, to let him get pleasure from her. Still Mike pressed on slowly burying himself in that incredibly tight hole. It was becoming painful for him, he had only once experienced any woman this tight and that had made him cum far too quickly, he had lost control. This was not going to happen this time. He stopped to allow her to relax her muscles; relax her grip on his cock. Then he slowly pushed in further, deeper until he felt the head of his cock touch the back walls of her pussy. The heat was incredible, Mike felt as if his rod was buried in an oven; a hot all enveloping oven with liquid walls. He waited, savouring the experience before pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her. Then he thrust back in and started a rhythmic fucking of this wonderful woman. Anne had never experienced this type of sex before, she had felt pain from his initial entry; could still feel him stretching her touching the deepest part of her quim. His massive cock grazed her clit on each stroke and she could feel a tension building inside. She concentrated hard, bit her lip to stop herself falling headlong into orgasm. He had told her to wait and she would try all she could to stop that happening. Try to please him. Mike increased his tempo, working hard looking down at Anne fighting for control. He reached forward and took the nipple of her left breast between his fingers, pinching it , squeezing it, pulling it outward. He saw her wince in pain, a pain which was both pleasurable to Anne and helped her delay orgasm. He released her breast and used both hands to raise her from the bed, his fingers digging into the flesh of her tender ass as he altered the angle, seeking deeper penetration. He was now pushing against her cervix on every stroke and he could feel her juice being pumped from her pussy as his cock acted like a piston on a pump, drawing her flow out to dribble down into the crack between her ass cheeks. His fingers dipped into that dark crevice, seeking her rosebud, anointing it with her own love oil; pressing against it until it gave way to his digit. Only one other had done this to Anne before, that had been painful and unpleasant. Mike's finger she found heightened her arousal; Little Anne was getting fucked by a huge cock and a finger was being pressed into her rear hole. She would have felt depraved, a slut, but she was enjoying this, enjoying the fact that she was giving Mike pleasure. Mike knew that he was near; he would soon cum inside this woman who was still fighting to stop her emotions overwhelming her. He put on more speed. "Give me your cunt Anne" he almost spat the words out "tell me that its mine." "Oh Mike its yours " Anne was nearly frantic, hoping that he would grant her release. "What is mine? She hesitated just a second before replying. "My pussy, is yours Mike, if you want it, it is yours" She could not say the word. "What is mine Anne? Is your cunt mine?" Mike wanted to hear her say the word, teach her that she must use the words he chose. A pause then, "Yes Mike my …….. my cunt is yours" She had said it. "Yes Anne it is mine," he waited a moment, then added "Now you may come." It was like a dam had burst inside her. As Mike lunged forward to deposit what seemed like a huge quantity of his seed high in her womb, she felt herself crash into her first true orgasm. Every nerve was electric, all her muscles went taut and then into spasm. Mike fought to stay inside her as he shot another load into her. Sweat poured off of him and down onto her heaving body. "Yes Mike give me your cum, I am yours." Her words rang in his ears as he thrust into her again. He knew that she would be his, that she would submit to his every desire. Her pussy clutched at him one last time, drawing one more creamy deposit from his organ before she fell backwards, spent from the magnitude of her cumming. Mike let her down onto the bed, withdrawing his cock from her moist folds before rolling to one side. He looked at her, glowing beside him, flushed. Slowly she turned to face him. He put his hand to the side of her face, smoothing her hair. "Anne. Tonight you have given part of your body to me." He saw her nod slightly, he knew she remembered her own words; knew she meant what she had said. "You have started on a journey during which you will give your whole body to me." Her look turned to one of knowing. "You will submit to my desires, you will wear what I tell you to, do what I tell you to, and give yourself to me totally and without question." "You will make mistakes as you learn and will be punished to help you educate yourself to your new life. In return, I promise that I will care for you, and never hurt you beyond what I know you can accommodate." "Is that clear? Do you understand? Do you accept your new role?" The offer seemed to Anne at that moment to be the most wonderful thing she had been offered in her life. She knew that she would only be happy now with Mike, serving him, pleasing him. "Yes Mike I understand, I accept. I only want to please you, to make you happy." She paused, then added "Mike, did I please you tonight?" Mike smiled, "Yes my little Anne, your first day of your new life went well,. Are you ready to begin your second lesson?" Anne nodded. She felt his strong hand guide her head to his groin once again. She knew instinctively what he needed and her tongue started to bath his cock, tasting the mixture of their juices as she ran her tongue along each side. Mike settled back against the pillow, stroking her head as her mouth washed over him. There was so much for her to learn, but for now he would just sit back and watch his little Anne try her utmost to get him hard again. He had searched long, now he was sure that he had found the perfect woman to serve him. The End (of the Beginning).