I was finally doing it. I went to his room, stripped, folded my clothes neatly on the toilet lid and kneeled next to the door. I was giving up control just like I'd fantasized of doing a thousand times. I never thought I would really do it. Maybe I still couldn't but I was going to try my damndest.
I was submitting, giving myself to Jason.
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Kneeling and bent with my forehead resting on my hands I waited for Jason to come into the room. My mind was racing and several times I thought I would chicken out and run; but I did want this. In fact I think Jason was right I need it.
For as long as I can remember I'd been trying to control everything and it was taking its toll on me. My shoulders were in knots. I rarely slept and when I did I passed out for 12 or more hours at a time. I was a mess and wanted to be free of all the responsibility. I was worried I wouldn't be able to let go but I had talked myself into this and even if it didn't go well I was going to be proud of myself for trying. I was ready to begin a new life.
When the door opened it scared me and I let out a little screech. Jason laughed "Sorry I took so long. I wanted you to have time to come to grips with this and be sure it's what you want." He walked past me into the room. I could hear him moving around it sounded like he was rearranging the room, emptying out his pockets and maybe taking off his shoes.
His voice came from across the room, "Hannah, if you do this you can't fight me or we're not going to accomplish anything. It has to be complete obedience. You can say no to anything or stop altogether but know if you say stop it ends for good, no questions asked and no starting over. If you say no be sure you mean it. I want you to push your limits and stay open minded but if you really can't or won't do something you need to tell me. Being scared is o.k. but don't let that hold you back." He was quite for several minutes.
"Crawl over here and kneel in front of me."
I turned, looked up and started towards him.
"Keep your head down; when you get here place your hands in your lap."
He left me kneeling again for several minutes. The longer he made me wait the more I wanted to squirm. So I wouldn't move too much I concentrated on wiggling just my toes. He finally lifted my head with a finger on my chin. "Look me in the eye and tell me you understand"
"I understand."
"Do you have any questions?"
"UMM...How long are we going to do this, and what did you tell the employees?"
He laughed, "Typical Hannah questions. You don't have to worry about anything today except pleasing me. Do you understand?"
That was easier said than done but it is what I was trying to get from this experience so I answered with a tentative, "Yes."
"Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes." I said this in a shaky whisper.
"Hannah, are your ready for this?
"I said, yes."
"But it didn't sound like you meant it. Are you ready?"
"YES!"
He let my chin go, smoothed my hair down, and smiled, "Head down. When you are waiting for me to enter the room you will kneel as you were when I came in the door. Let's call that position one. When we are in a room together you will sit to my left as you are now until told to do other wise this will be position two. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Move to the proper position." I crawled to the left side of his chair and knelt. "You will address me as Sir or Master. The only time you speak before being spoken to is to request permission to perform a task; Sir or Master may I speak or Sir may rub your feet. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master." I smiled I'd waited so long to call someone Master. Saying it gave me butterflies and I felt my shoulder tension lessen. Who knew a simple word could be so relaxing.
"Follow commands without hesitation. Be still! You need to learn to be still...that includes your toes."
I stopped wiggling them immediately but began chewing on my lips. I noticed so I stopped that too and tried to concentrate on doing nothing. Which was very hard for someone as uptight as I am.
"I think those are enough rules to start my fidgety sub on her way." He began moving around the room. I could hear a zipper and lots of shuffling. One of the hardest parts of this besides not fidgeting was going to be not knowing what was going on around me. With my head bent and my hair down around it I could only guess from what I was hearing.
Jason sat back down and placed his hand on my head. He played with a strand of my hair. Letting it drop He said, "Put on that outfit then move back into position."
I looked up, laid out on the bed was a set of our housekeepers knee pads and plastic gloves, a little black skirt with a white lace ruffle hem, a black crop top with a tie front closer and white lace sleeves, a lace apron, and a hair tie. I must have stared a little too long because Jason barked at me "Hannah" I jumped and looked up at him "You're not starting out well."
I looked back down and crawled to the bed. I started gathering the items.
"What are you doing?" He barked.
"I'm going to get dressed, Sir."
"I didn't say you could go any where."
In a clear remorseful tone I said, "I'm sorry for assuming, Master." This was going to be harder than I thought. I was used to thinking for myself.
"Continue."
I put my hair up first, since I was looking up while gathering my hair I noticed Jason was at least semi-erect and watching me intently especially my chest. I felt my cheeks turning red; I dropped my head back down as much to hide my embarrassment as because I was supposed to. The crop top was tight, squeezing my breasts together so much I thought they would just pop out once it was tied; amazingly they didn't. The little skirt was very little. It fell to just below my snatch, my ass cheeks peeked out the back. I put the knee pads on then knelt again. I wrapped the apron around me and tied it securely. It was about 2 inches longer than the skirt, it still didn't reach mid thigh. Lastly I put on the gloves. I began crawling back to Jason's side.
"Stop, stand up and turn around very very slowly. Put the hands at the small of your back elbows out shoulders back. This will be position three."
Putting my hands behind me and straightening my shoulders, being sure to keep my head down, I turned around. Jason laughed at me again. I was starting to think he was just using this whole thing to make fun of me.
"You know Hannah I'm not sure which I like more the knee pads and gloves or actual outfit. Your ass still has a little pink tint from your spanking. I'm tempted to throw you across that bed and fuck you right now," He let out an exasperated sigh, "but you have work to do, we can't get distracted."
His little speech took some of my doubt away. I was starting to get that tingling feeling in my crotch, signaling I would be wet soon. He let me stand there a bit longer before commanding me back into position two. As I turned back towards him and began to kneel I took what I hoped was a sly peek at him. I could only see from his stomach down but he was slouched back in the chair, his shirt was pulled up to the waistband of his slacks. His legs were spread wide with his feet were firmly on the floor. His right hand was massaging his erection through his slacks; knowing that I had given him an erection in this stupid outfit helped strengthen my shaky resolve and added to the wetness between my legs.
When I was back in place he ran his hand softly along my jaw. "Your housekeepers get 25 minutes to clean a room but they don't do it on their hands and knees so I'm going to give you an hour. You are allowed to stand only if you can't reach by stretching. Instead of making the bed you will strip the top pieces of bedding folding it and placing in on that chair. You don't have to vacuum but use the scrub brush to clean the carpet next to the wall and furniture. Clean the bathroom last, be you sure to rinse the tub well. When you're done resume position 2. The cleaning supplies are all in the bathroom. If you don't have any questions, begin."
I crawled to the bathroom, sorted the supplies and began cleaning. Having to reach up and sometimes stand, allowed opportunities to peek at Jason. Sometimes he just watched me and sometimes while he watched he rubbed his erection I made sure to wiggle my ass at him every time I turned around. I'm sure it was a good show since it was his favorite part of my body and with me bent over the skirt was around my waist leaving it bare. About 15 minutes into my hour I heard his zipper go down. Next time I looked the waist band of his boxer briefs were under his balls, which were making a nice pillow for his large penis. Its fat rosy head was pointed right at me. I could see moisture glistening on the tip. Even though his cock was free he still only occasionally touched it. Sometimes he'd seem to pet it as if he were stoking a dog. Once or twice I did see him pump it a few times, and then run his thumb over the tip spreading his precum around the tip. He'd then let it go. It would bob up and down like it was waving me over. I tried squeezing my thighs and flexing my ass cheeks to get some relief for my tingling clit but it never helps. I'm sure watching my cheeks clench only made him harder and knowing that only made me more excited.
If he knew I was watching he never said anything. I never looked higher than his stomach. This went on for about another 15 minutes. This whole last half hour he hadn't spoken a single word so when he did it startled me. "Hannah, come kneel in front of me, ass this direction, first position."
