0 comments/ 6699 views/ 0 favorites True Devotions By: ClumsyKitten Chapter One: Meeting The sharp, bitter wind blew into her gray eyes making her squint and bow her head every more. Her blue checkered scarf was wrapped tightly around her mouth, nose, and neck. Pink earmuff and her long brown hair protected her ears from the bitter elements. She was dressed in a long wool tight fitting cotton coat that came to her ankles, with warm winter boots snug on her feet. Wool gloved where placed on her hands as she carried the four bags of groceries. Beneath the layers was a grin on her face, for even though the weather was bad, today was her favourite day. Today was the anniversary that she had met her Master, it has been ten years and everyday was pure bliss for her. She crunches through the snow in her own wave of memories. She had met her Master, as she worked as a waitress in the high upscale restaurant. No job could be more perfect for a submissive the whole concept of a waitress was to serve other and do as the wish without much of a fuss. She was the perfect worker there, not to the point other hated her, she never told what other employers did, but just quietly did her work. Always on time, never quarreled with the customer, bosses wish. That restaurant is where she had met him and has never once been upset she had. "Alice, we have a big party coming in. They are a group of business men and will be good if they become regulars, so treat them as nice as you always do." Alice's boss looked at her in her white tight blouse, with the black bow tie, mid length black skirt, with her black high heels that was the uniform of the restaurant. She nodded her head to her boss and grabbed her order pad. Her heels clicked on the tile floor of the kitchen as she grabbed her tray with the salads on it. With her back she pushed open the door that said out and onto the carpet of the large dinning room. Alice made her way over to regular customers where she placed down their salad. She asked if they would needed anything else and made her way to the private room. Most of the larger dinner parties like the larger rooms and nine times out of ten Alice got them. Before entering in she looked at what she had, nine businessmen, four on each side and one at the head. The man at the head looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, his features where strong, yet handsome and it was very easy to tell who was in charge there. They where all looking at the menu and talking quietly to themselves, except for the man who had his hand folded on the table looking at the other. With her small tray under one arm she walked into the room with a smile on her face. "Hello, my name is Alice and I would be your server tonight." Alice spoke in her sweet, soft voice and gave a small bow. "Can I please, start you off with something to drink, Sirs." She scribbled down their orders and went t o go fetch them. She stopped by one of her other table to see how things where going and than put the drink order in at the bar. Back in the kitchen she placed table twenty-four dinners on a tray and then went and placed them at the table. In the dinning room she got the old couple salad plated and placed their order in with the cook. He next stop was the bar to grab the large parties drink. The men the in the private dinning room where talking with each other laughing and horsing around. Alice entered the room as quietly as she could as to not disturb them. Alice began setting the drinks down starting with the older man; he had only spoken once to tell Alice his drink. Up closer this guy was even better looking, she almost laughed at herself this guy was most likely as old as her dad was, she was only twenty five herself. Working her way around the table she set the drinks down, the conversation had died down some as she had begun to work. Alice sat down the last glass on the table and was going to stand back up when she felt something touch her on her butt. She let out a gasp and dropped her tray making most of the guy burst out laughing. "Alice your ass is very nice has anyone ever told you that." The guy who Alice just served grabbed her by her wrist. She looked down and the guy's hand wrapped all the way around it. He was grinning at her and for some reason it frightened her. "Please Sir, let me go?" Her voice was low and soft, the guy started laughing again. Alice was sure that they could all tell she was frightened. A hand slammed on the table drawing the men's attention to the other end of the table. The older man sat there drumming his one hand on the table with his other hand palm down. "Let the girl go." Alice wrist was dropped. "We are here to talk business not scare let waitress. Bring salad for us all, Alice" He smiled at her and she nodded her head and ran off. Her face was a light pink from blushing and didn't stop until she had reached the kitchen, where she had cursed herself for letting them get to her like that. "Excuse me Alex," She walked up to one of her co-workers. "Could you help me prepare nine salads, please?" He nodded his head and she went to bring out some orders. With her return the salad took only a few minutes to complete. She brought them out to the men and they where talking quietly with each other this time it seemed more like business. The rest of there dinner went off without a hitch, she only had a couple of lewd comments but that was all. With day the day completed she released her hair from the bun it had been, light brown hair fell in waves to the small of her back, out of everything in her body Alice felt her hair was her best feature. She cleaned the table and began to setup for the morning shift. A movement in the private dinning room diverted her attention. Curious about the movement she looked into the doors, there shouldn't have been anyone there, but there was the older man was still there. She took this time to look him over better, his credit card had said his name was George Livingston, he had very angular feature that gave his a distinguished look, his eyes where an ice blue that seem to just pierce right through you, his hair was jet black but through out it was dotted with grey hair. Alice smiled, as he looked down at the paper he was reading she watch and smiled at him. "It is not polite to stare at others, girl." The sudden strength of his voice made Alice jump and stand straighter, which made the man chuckled lowly to himself. Alice dropped her head out of embarrassment making her long hair fall into her face, hiding her red cheeks. "You know Alice, if you keep acting that meek and quite men will take advantage of you or is that what you want?" Alice could feel his icy stare moving up and down her body without even looking up. She heard the chair move back and his footsteps fall till he reached her. His hand was strong and soft at the same time as he moved her head to meet his eyes. "Sir?!" Alice's voice trembled, as he moved his other hand across her pale skin. He was much taller than he thought he was, even in her heels she reached only to his chest. Her eyes could not move from his as he caressed her skin. In her mind she was telling herself she should be screaming for help or kick the guy, but she couldn't bring herself, too. "Don't not worry my Little Alice, I will not harm you. You should not fear." His voice was soothing and it made her feel comfortable, like it was suppose to be natural. His hand left her face and Alice yearned for that touch once more. His smiled at her it seemed like a sweet smile, but beneath it something was different. "I must go now, Alice, but I will wait outside for you. I would like to ask you something." He must have seen the fear in her eyes and body language. "Do not worry I will not harm you against your will." Alice watched him leave puzzled by what he had said. She bit her lower lip in thought as to what he meant by that one comment. Finishing her work she said good-byes to her co-workers and left the building. Outside the building like promised was George standing next to a silver BMW waving at her. Even from her position she could see the smile on his face, she let a loud audible gulp and went over to him. Shaken from her thoughts by the voice she looked over at a picked fence. Mrs. Frickle stood up against her white picked fence bundles up as she called over to Alice once more. Alice seen the old woman and smiled, her and her husband where a very kind couple, both retired and one of the few that actually knew the truth about Master's and hers relationship. Master had been good friends with them before she had even come to live in her Master's place. She pulled the scrap down off her mouth and nose and smiled, "Good day Mrs. Frickle," Alice gave a small bow as best she could with the grocery bags. "Very cold day isn't it." "Yes dear it is. I am glad I caught you, I wanted to ask you a question." Mrs. Frickle short white hair blew in the wind, which made both of them cringe. "I would like to know if you care to join me for tea tomorrow dear." "That would be very nice, thank you." She smiled she loved having tea with her, she always told the best stories. "I will be seeing you than I must start dinner soon if I wish to have it done on time." They made their good byes and Alice headed up the driveway to the house. From the Frickle residence Mr. Frickle exited the house. "Was that Alice dear?" He walked up behind his wife as she nodded her head. "How did she seem?" "Normal, which worries me, Henry. I think she will be okay but we should still keep an ear on her today." The old woman rested her head upon her husband's shoulder as they watched Alice enter the large house. Chapter Two: Punishment True Devotions Chapter Three: Mealtime True Devotions Standing up she balanced the plate in one hand and brushed the bottom of her kimono off, just to make sure there was no dust. Heading back into the kitchen she set the cake on the counter away from any heat. Alice sat down on the small step stool in the kitchen, her face covered in sweat. It had been so much like before, so much like before. Alice wraps her arms around herself protectively. Alice had arrived home a few hours earlier; she would have gotten back sooner, but the cabby had gotten them lost. Now she moved about the house make sure everything was perfect for his arrival home. Not wanting to miss anything important she took her time went about the work quicker than usual. She had started some chicken soup; she didn't want him to have too much after he just arrived home from the hospital. Alice was still dressed in the cloth she had worn the day before. Not bothering to change out of them she had went straight to work. It turned out to be a good thing, when a knock at the door pulled her from her work. Alice hurried to the door think that it was her, Master home already. She thought that she had kept the door unlocked, but she had guessed she had locked it. Stopping at a mirror she made sure her appearance was decent, but hurried her movement when another beat on the door came. When the door was pulled open Mr. Frickle stood with another man who Alice did not know. She frowned and looked behind them think that maybe he was there. An anxious feeling began to rise in her chest. "Are you Ms. Alice Potts?" The voice pulled Alice away from her thoughts. She heard Mr. Frickle reply with a smart remark that of course she would he Alice. "Alice, dear, are you okay?" Mr. Frickle put a hand on her shoulder, making her snap to. "Of course I am. Please come in. Would the two of you like anything?" She led the two of the to the living room. Master hardly used the room, except when guest come over. Mr. Frickle and the other man took a seat on the couch, while Alice took a sear on a hardback chair. "Ms. Potts I am Fredrick Hamerstarnd, George Livingston's lawyer." Alice finally recognized who the man was; she was thought she had met him one other time. "It seems Mr. Livingston wanted you to have this." He handed her a videotape that he brought out from his briefcase. She looked at it puzzled, why was he bringing it to her, why hadn't Master just given it to her. Getting up from her chair she made her way over to a hutch and opens the doors. Inside a television and VCR stood inside. Taking the tape she slid it into the VCR and flipped on the TV screen. Her Master appeared on the screen; he was in the white gown and hospital bed. A knot grew in her stomach as Alice watched on. "Hello, Alice." His voice was calm and cool as ever. Alice went to reply to him. "Do not reply, this is just a recording remember." Alice just smiled; he really did know all her habits, her thoughts, and her actions. "My Dear Little Alice, I was always so fond of you ever since I saw you on day one. I was a man and had to make you mine and I did Little One. Nine years went past so fast and everyday seemed like a dream state with you. How I would love to see your expression right now. What is... let me guess, it either of your curious face blank but you eyes searching for the answer. Head slightly tilted debating what is going to happen. "Ah, but I am babbling now," he waved his hand through the air, as brushing off the thought he had. "It is time to get on with the business at hand." Alice sat straight back on her kneel, hand resting on her lap, as she stared up at the television screen. "I am sure Mr. Hamerstarnd, said he was here on my behalf and gave you the tape. I am sorry I did not tell you about my failing health before, but I knew you would worry. That was the last thing I need you to do was worry all the time, I wouldn't have any fun anymore and you now how I enjoy having fun." He went on tell her about what was wrong with his health. "Now that I am sure you are smart enough, Alice to figure out why I am tell you all this on tape. I felt my time would end soon and clearly since you are watching this I am dead. Do not shake your head in disbelief, Love." Alice realized that she was in actuality shaking her head, it always amazed her how he did that. She listen to him speak wide eye and in denial. "My will has been changed to leave you everything, Alice I have no one else, so try not to feel like you don't deserve it and someone else does. Over the years I have trained you take over the company. I have asked Fredrick to give you a hand for the first couple of weeks for I know my associated will give you a hard. Be strong I know you can handle it you are a smart woman, Love. Also, I have asked the Frickles to keep an eye on you as well. "I am sorry I never told you very much, but I loved you, Alice, very much. You brought this old man very much joy. My last thoughts are of you Alice. Take care and I love you." The screen became just static as the videotape ended. Alice knelt there stunned; her face had gone white and her eyes where wide with shock. She wanted to cry, but the tears would not form in her eyes. Mr. Frickle came off the couch and came to rest by her. "Alice?" His voice was soft and gentle; he wrapped his arms around her and embraced her in a hug. "I am very sorry." He comforted her as he patted her head. Her small voice came only as a whisper, "Please, tell me that was only a bad joke and not real." Alice felt him arms tightens around her and only silence met her answer. She pushed away from the embraced; "I have to go stir the soup before it burned. Mr. Frickle looked helpless at Fredrick as Alice left the room. Fredrick was about to say something when from the kitchen came a scream and than the crash of the pot. The two older men looked at each other and made their way to the kitchen. They found Alice on the floor cleaning up the soup with a white cloth towel as they entered the kitchen. She turned and looked at them. "It dropped." Her voice was low and her eyes diverted to the ground. Alice had not dropped it, but had thrown the pot down in frustration, which was clear to the two men. They did not say anything to correct her. "Let me help you clean it up." Fredrick went to help her clean but she stopped him. "It's okay I got it. I really just want to be alone right now." She was twisting the rag in-between her two fists. "I am sorry could you just show yourselves out?" Alice started to clean once more, humming lowly to herself as the two men left. Outside the two men stopped for in front of Fredrick's car to talk. "Think she will be okay by herself?" Fredrick tuned to Henry. "Yeah she is just in shock right now. I will check back on her in a little bit. I told him that it was a bad idea to tell her this way." The two men bid farewell to each other. Fredrick left in his car and Henry Frickle returned home to his wife. Alice stood up from the stool and took a plate of food into the living room area. Taking a small table she set it in front of the television screen she pushed play on the VCR. George face flickered on the screen and she sat down and watches the last thing he gave her over again. This was her daily routine now; she would make dinner and spend it with one of the only things that she had of his voice and face. When the tape ended she turned off both of the two appliances and took up the uneaten plate of food. Alice walked to the back door and opens it. Two stray dogs stood at the door and looked up at her wagging their tails at the food that was soon to come. Alice set the plate down and patted both animals on the head, from the house next two her two eyes peered out and watched her. "Henry, this is the fourth night I have seen that she has not eaten. I am starting to really worry. I figured that it was only because of the date, but what if it isn't?" Emily turned to her husband who sat at the table eating his own food. "I do not know Emily. She is a grown woman though we can not force her." His eyes did not leave the food. "I guess you are right, dear, but I wish there was something we could do." She sat down at the table and stared helpless at the window. Chapter Six: Goodbye