This story was an email collaboration with my sweet sub, Richard, as part of a consensual, caring relationship. It is a bit of fun fiction which turned us both on and we are sharing it in the hope that you enjoy it as much as we did. If Femdom is not for you, then please do not continue reading. Seriously. However, if you like the idea of a powerful woman controlling every aspect of a helpless sub's pleasure, then please read on.
Other stories in order in this series include Mistress' Pleasure Slave, Sold for her Pleasure, Serving as her Shower Slut, Subslut's Dilemma, Deepening his Control Training, The Art of Seduction and Wet, Wet, Wet.
Disclaimer:
Please read and take note. This work is about D/s and might include themes, actions, dialogue, and outcomes you find offensive, distasteful, or upsetting - I have tried to be as clear as possible in the story tags so that you can make an informed decision. Please understand this is a work of fiction, directly from the creative mind of a fellow human being who may not share your opinions or views. If by commenting, you are seeking cathartic relief or hitting back at life, I highly encourage you to seek professional help. However, in the event you are here to read my words, consider my ideas and share constructive criticism with me, then you are welcome. Troll comments will be deleted with extreme prejudice.
Part 1 - Saturday Summons
Richard thrilled as the breathy moan notified him that her text had arrived.
My boy, never let it be said that you are not in my thoughts. I have been reading about the Five Languages of Love, and I have concluded that you are motivated by at least four of them - Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Quality Time, and Acts of Service. I believe that Receiving Gifts is less important to you. Am I correct? Unless that gift is my attentions, the chance to worship my body?
So, boy, as a thoughtful and benevolent Mistress I have decided to allow you more opportunities to fulfil your needs, starting with Acts of Service. I was struck, last week, how you rose to the challenge of repairing my leak and restoring my basement. You glowed with pride of a job well done and a chance to serve your Mistress.
Now, a cruel and manipulative woman would take this as a free rein to work their boy into the ground, however, I am a firm yet fair Mistress and I have chosen to allow you to benefit from your labours. This weekend you will build me something which you will then get to experience for yourself in many exciting scenarios.
Am I not generous, pet?
Now, I am waiting boy, and you know how I feel about that, don't you?
Richard was waiting to get his tyres changed. He'd been in the garage for 45 minutes already and he had at least another half hour to go. It could well be more and there was nothing he could do until his car was returned to him. He was literally at the mercy of the mechanics, who did not seem in the least inclined to expedite this job. He sent an apologetic text to his Mistress and bit his lip, shifting nervously in the cracked vinyl seat before going back to anxiously leaf through the dogeared magazine as he fretted about her reaction. Almost an hour later, Richard jumped in his car and raced to her cottage.
'Ah, so finally you have decided to grace me with your presence?' Mistress K was pacing like a panther in the hallway when he let himself in. 'Oh dear, boy,' She said in a coldly disappointed voice, 'I was predisposed to be merciful this morning, however, having been made to wait, there will be consequences. Still, you come eager to please and dressed for manual labour, so I will give you a chance to prove yourself. Now strip, before you begin.'
Richard quickly pulled off his clothes and folded them by the door before taking position kneeling at Her feet as he had been taught.
'That's better. Naked and ready to serve.' Finally, she seemed somewhat mollified, 'Now, you may put your boots back on and follow me outside.'
Richard struggled to pull his boots on then rose and followed her as she strode through the house to the garden.
Indicating an octagonal patch of concrete that has been laid near the marble bench he was so familiar with, his Mistress continued, 'Today, my boy, you will be building a folly. You'll forgive a Lady her follies, won't you, pet?' She giggled coquettishly, 'The folly is in the form of an orangery: a small building with glass on each side, traditionally for growing oranges - nowhere to hide in there, boy! However, this will give me an indoor-outdoor space to play in my garden in all weathers. Inside, I will have you build all manner of equipment and furniture that I can use to restrain you. You'll like that, won't you?'
Richard felt a frisson of excitement and dread. While he loved being under her control, at her mercy, there was something terrifying about the fear of the unknown and Richard was never sure how far outside his comfort zone she would push him next.
'Now, put on these kneepads, gloves and toolbelt - safety first. I'd so hate for my toy to get damaged.' She watched, appreciatively, as Richard buckled on the heavy suede utility belt, already laden with a claw hammer and screwdrivers of various sizes.
'Tell me,' she asked with a smirk as she took in his swinging man meat below the belt, 'Do I need to lock your delicate meat away, for safety's sake, pet?' She stroked her hand up his firm thigh and cupped his low hanging fruit, gently rolling them in her palm.
'And yet, it would be a shame to lock it away, not to see My cock bob freely as you work, watch it harden as your baser urges overcome you. I have been training you to be able to resist your animal lusts until you have been given permission, have I not? You should not still require a cage to do the work for you. How will I know if you are following my commands if you are locked safely away from my view? No, I am decided, boy. You will be allowed to work untethered today. Do not make me regret my decision, boy. I shall recline in the warm spring sunshine and watch as you toil for me. I do so love to see an eager boy work up a sweat'.
Sitting down on the marble bench, which now sported a soft throw and a range of velvet pillows, she continued, 'You can see that I have had the foundations prepared and the panels have been stacked, ready for you. Your job is to assemble the exterior today. Think of it like a solo Amish barn raising,' she smirked. 'Tomorrow you will start on the fun the fixtures and fittings, which will need to be made to measure and tested. I have every confidence you will rise to this challenge. And what fun it will be to work out here in the open for all to see.'
Richard hadn't even started and already he was feeling the pressure. Getting the exterior walls assembled and installed on the foundation in one day might feasibly be possible if there were no interruptions, no complications and everything fit just right. What were the chances of that, though? It sounded naively optimistic, especially with the sort of devious distractions that his wicked Mistress loved to throw his way.
Richard approached her, respectfully, 'Mistress, if this one might be so bold, seeing that Your boy's concentration will be on making this the best and nicest orangery in town and You desire the interior completed quickly, if it is not an inconvenience, could his night's sleep take place here so that an early start could ensure this is completed as You desire this weekend?'
'Hmmm, how soon you take liberties with my generosity, you greedy boy. However, on this occasion I will allow it. Depending on your level of devotion to your task, I will decide whether you get to sleep on a simple pallet in the orangery - which, let us hope you have finished, or on a cushion at the foot of my bed, like a pampered pet.'
Richard liked the sound of that. Sleeping so close to his Mistress, breathing in her scent, being on hand for any needs she may have in the night, was more than he could possibly have hoped for. With a renewed vigour, he began to spread out the panels in order, like a paint by number project sold at the local hardware stores or gift shops, in the hope it would save him some time. Lifting and securing the first panel went well and Richard started to feel slightly more confident.
Kate watched as Richard's shoulders expanded, the muscles along his back rippled, the swing of the hammer to nudge each panel into place and lock into the foundation allowed Kate's idle imagination to wander, to picture her pet using those strong wrists and nimble fingers to bring her copious amounts of pleasure. Each time Richard turned sideways she saw his heavy ball sac dangling between thighs that looked like they could squeeze her head like a vice if exciting sexual positions got out of hand, and oh how his cock bobbed and weaved in its current soft state. How much more pleasing would it be if she stroked him as she wished?
Hmm, he was so organised, so capable. How she loved a man who was good with his hands. And, oh my, he must have been working out. How his thighs flexed as he squatted to reach another panel.
'Oh, pet,' she called out to him, 'What a dilemma I have. I am so tempted to touch and fondle, but you have said that you will be unable to complete your task if you are distracted in any way. What's a girl to do?' Richard looked up from his work, his cock hardening with desire but grim determination on his face as he knew that this was just another tease and that he would need to earn any pleasure that she may deign to bestow on him.
As the weather was so unseasonably warm, Kate peeled out of her light floral dress and decided to soak up some rays in her little bikini - a deep red, high cut thong, high waisted with two tiny triangles that barely contained her straining breasts. Thinking that it would be a shame to burn her lilywhite skin, she began to slather herself with rich, thick sun cream.
