Please Let Me Serve You

Author's note: First of all, thank you everyone for the support. I really appreciate it. Second, I wanted to clear something up, since I rewrote a paragraph, but then I may have forgotten to add it to the document or save it, even though I think I did. Sorry, about that. It was my bad. Now miss Emily suggested locking him up in chapter 2, but she didn't know where the chastity cage was, so she didn't do it then. Now she has found it, but she likes to play with him, so that is why she makes him beg her for it again, just for her amusement. I apologise, once more I'll proofread it more thoroughly next time.

Barely awoken, I checked my phone to see the time and felt the stinging from yesterday's punishment. The pain brought pleasant memories of her, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I jumped out of the bed, feeling enthusiastic to go to work and serve her. I looked at the time it was 5:30, so I did a quick workout, since there was around an hour before I had to go and work for this amazing woman. I did nothing major, since I didn't have that much time to spare. Some push-ups, some squats, and then a quick run outside. Afterwards, I took a shower. Eager for what was to come, I grabbed a croissant with cheese and ham and went out, and by 6:45 I was already there.

I saw her on the wooden chair outside with the table on the right side of her. She was reading a book, but I don't know what it was since the cover was missing. There was coffee and sugar on the table. She was wearing a long black dress covered with blue roses with a white outline around them and black sandals. Her finger and toenails were painted with white nail polish. I walked towards her and when I was a meter away; I got on my knees so I can greet her.

"Good morning, ma'am! Thank you for allowing me to work for you again in this beautiful day!" I said, sounding like a dog that hasn't seen his owner for over a month or more and was now reunited with her. I felt slightly ashamed, but more than that I wanted to please her. Having imagined such scenarios even before all this, I felt blessed to have the chance of working for this magnificent goddess of a woman. I may have done that quite a lot, because I thought it would be good if I had a response for every imaginable situation.

"Good morning, John! You're welcome!" her voice sounded so sweet and greeting I felt like I was going to melt like ice cream in the summer heat.

After a bit of a pause, she spoke:

"That was a good greeting. I even think you should greet me like that every morning. What do you think?"

She said looking at me. I felt like she had shackled me so that I could not escape and then drugged me with sodium thiopental, also known as truth serum so that I could not lie. Even though I would never dare lie to her. I was going to answer any question she would ask me. My cheeks were red, but knowing that she expected an answer, I forced my lips to open apart so I can respond.

"I think it's a great idea, ma'am." taking a deep breath, I said. "Please, ma'am may I greet you this way every morning?"

"Beg me harder!" she ordered softly with a brief smile on her face and then continued, "Show me you really want it."

I begged her desperately, feeling like my life depended on it. Saying every pleading sentence I had ever heard or thought of.

"Please, ma'am I beg you allow me to greet you like that from now on. I know I'm not worthy, but I'll try my best to do everything to fulfil your demands. Will you please grant me the honor of doing so?"

I was so hard by now. Not being allowed to masturbate last night and given the situation; I grew so hard that my member was now trying to rip through my pants. She hadn't even touched me, but I felt like I was about to burst.

She saw my erection that was pressed by my pants and I couldn't help but blush.

"I'm sorry!" I said, felling like I may have overstepped some boundary that wasn't clearly stated.

She said nothing. I thought I had disappointed her. There was a sad look on my face, which I did not notice until she spoke.

"Why the long face?" she asked.

I spoke almost immediately after her question.

"I just don't want to disappoint you, and I think I may have just done that. Please forgive me, ma'am." I said sounding like I was begging for my life, no for something more important than that. The need to make the person you like, feel loved. To show them you would do absolutely anything for them, as long as they felt fulfilled and happy. And that was all I wanted. To stay by her side and make her happy. But was that it? I knew I really liked her, but love isn't as easy to get by. So, at this point, I wasn't quite sure if that was that, because I knew genuine love required time. Still, I was determined to do my best in anything she may ask of me.

"Of course you don't, because if you do you will be punished deservingly. You understand that, right?" she said, awaiting my response.

"Yes, ma'am your word is absolute. I wouldn't dare disobey you." I said. And I truly meant it. We both knew that that was more like a promise. My promise to obey her. And I would do anything if it pleased her.

She smiled, and I felt like my heart skipped a beat.

"Do you want me to sort out your problem for you? But there is a catch. Do you agree or not? I will tell you what the catch is once you answer." and then she smiled with what I assumed was her evil grin. Like she would make me suffer for her own pleasure. Truth be told, it didn't matter to me. If I was to suffer, I would as long as it pleased her. Better that than going back to my dull life. I, also knew where this was going thanks to yesterday. I wondered why she didn't do it. But, then again I was in no position to question her.

"I agree, ma'am. Thank you so much for offering to help me with my embarrassing problem. You are far too generous." I watched her as she stood up and went to the nearby drawer, and from it she took out a metallic chastity cage and put it on the table.

"I am, aren't I." she said with a smile that was like a flame in the night.

I stared, both amazed at her way of easily handling something that most people would find embarrassing and also scared of what was about to happen. Could I trust her as much as I had? I barely knew her.

" I'll be back in 5 minutes. Got to make a phone call now, so I'll give you time to think about it. You can answer then." without another word she got into the house and I stood there mesmerised and thinking of what I should do.

Should I let her do it? Now that I saw the chastity cage, it made me think. But what if she just wanted to make fun of me? No, it wasn't that. If it was, she would have done that when I had begged her to let me work for her. My brain was a mush. I felt like I was hallucinating and like my thoughts were speaking in my ears:

Just give up! Let go of all the control. Free yourself from the shackles of the ordinary world. Isn't that what you want?

Was it? I smiled to myself. Of course it was. Why was I thinking so much? I should have agreed instantly. Maybe it was at this point where I understood that I'd do anything for her. But was it for the thrill, or was it for something more? I wanted to experience more things with her so that I can be sure which of the two options it was. Then it hit. Maybe I had fallen for her. I have to admit I felt rejuvenated just by simply being near her. Never have I felt this way before.

Hearing footsteps, I look instinctively and there she was in all her beauty. I shook from my trance just to be stunned by her beauty. All my doubts were erased immediately. She looked at me and spoke:

"Have you decided already?" and while it sounded a little uncaring, I still thought like I picked up some traces of excitement in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am!" the words came out almost instantly.

"Good!" she said with a smile on her face "Now put the sentence in clear to understand words." It was like she already knew the answer even before me.

"Please, ma'am please lock me in chastity." I really wanted to make her happy. Her happiness was above mine in every aspect. And she was kind enough to help me. What was there to think about.

She was staring at me and my face went red. After, a few seconds that to me seemed like hours she said:

"You are still rather hard. Here is a list of today's tasks, see to them and return once you're done."

I took the list like yesterday, though this time there were a few more tasks to do:

1. Sweep the floor outside.

2. Water the plants.

3. Clean the stables.

4. Take the wood when it arrives and chop it.

5. Take the delivery package when it comes.

I had my tasks for the day, so I got up, gave her a bow and got to work.

I swept the floor outside, taking the bigger rubbish by hand in a big plastic bag that I found outside by the porch. It was quite clean beforehand, but now it was even better. Then I took the water can and irrigated the plants carefully, making sure not to drown them but also not to pour too little water. With two things checked off my list, I went and took the broom and dustpan to clean the stables. This took some time since I also took a cloth and a bucket filled with water and floor cleaner that I had found next to the bucket itself, with which I cleaned the stable doors of all the cells. I wanted to do a good job to please her, so I took extra care with every task. Once I had finished, I went to wash the bucket and cloth when I heard her call me.

"John, where are you? Come here!"

I ran like my life depended on it, and within seconds I was kneeling in front of her inside the house.

"How are you coping with the tasks so far?" she said warmly.

"I just finished cleaning the stables, ma'am."

"Good! Now come here."

I went to her and knelt down.

"It's good to see you on your knees" she said softly "but, I need you to get up."

I did as instructed.

"Drop your pants!" there was an air of dominance around her.

I just stood there mesmerised, processing what she had said.

"One, two, three..."

Remembering yesterday's lesson, I knew that counting wasn't a good thing. I hurried and by eighteen my pants were on the floor.

"Close your eyes." she said.

I complied, and before I knew it. She grabbed my member and with a few swift moves; she put the chastity cage on me. I stared in awe.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. This is for both your problem and my amusement. Now get up!" she commanded.

I got up and pulled my pants up, trying to hide my now caged shaft.

"Don't bother." she said without a care and went to the nearby drawer. What was she looking for now?

Then I saw her taking a pair of black cotton over knee socks. She walked in front of me and said:

"Don't move your head around." and then she walked behind me. I really wanted to look, but I didn't want to see what other punishment she would have in store for me. Or maybe it was because I really enjoyed obeying her, so I just stood there like frozen.

She put one sock over my eyes and tied it behind my back. I heard her walking again. She was in front of me.

"Strip all your clothes off!" when she saw me staying there, not moving because of my embarrassment. She then spoke in a harsher tone. "Now!"

My body moved by itself, I thought it was slowly adjusting to her voice. Acknowledging every word she may speak as an ultimate command.

I stripped and folded all my clothes and then put them on the floor next to me. My embarrassment sky rocketed. It felt like I was going to pass out.

"Now open wide." she said with an even softer voice than I thought not possible until I heard her. My member tried to grow, but it didn't have any room for that.

I opened my mouth, and she shoved the other sock in it almost instantly, making me gag a little.

"How far was I with the counting?" she asked me.

I tried to say it through the sock, but my words were incomprehensible.

"Oh, yes! Three. You will stay here for three hours. Nod if you understand."

I nodded so hard that my head was going to fall off.

"Good! Let's see what time it is. Oh 11 A.M lovely. The truck carrying the wood will arrive at 3 o'clock and the delivery at 5. I will leave you a bow of water on the floor. Feel free to drink if you're thirsty. Just don't pee inside house." she said laughing.

Seeing as how my mouth was full, I again just nodded. While panting, full of desire.

"Good boy! You are such an eager doggy, aren't you? Oh, wait, you can't respond. If you want to drink water, when you spit the sock you will then have to find it and take it in your mouth again or you will be punished if I see it on the floor. I'll go take a brief nap now. You can do the same, just don't wake me up with your snoring or well... You know what will await you."

I nodded yet again with eagerness and acknowledgement. Without another word, she went into the next room and fell onto the bed.

A few moments later, I heard her soft, relaxed breath. I just stood there and listened. It was like the voice of angels. It filled me with energy, desire, affection and every other positive emotion. Listening to her, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, the light pained my eyes, and I realised she had removed the sock that was once over them she had also removed the one in my mouth and untied me. I then saw her sitting on the bed. It was 2 P.M. The small light from the window was shining on her. She looked like an angel descending from the heavens to take me. She had changed her clothes wearing a white shirt with jeans and black ankle socks.

"How did you sleep, ma'am?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"I slept well. Thank you for asking and you?" she said with an amused and happy voice.

"I slept like a rock. In fact, I have never slept so well before. Being in your presence revivifies me. " I said smiling.

"Oh, how sweet. Let me go make us some coffee."

"Please, ma'am let me do it. " I asked, eager to serve.

"I appreciate your desire to help, but I feel like doing it. And whose word holds more weight here?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yours, ma'am." I said and bowed my head to her.

"Then go outside and wait at the table." she ordered.

I wasn't that ashamed of being naked. Well, not as I was a few hours ago, so I just complied.

"Of course ma'am. Thank you." I said, bowing again with a smile on my face.

"Good boy, John."

A few minutes later she had made the coffee and came with a jar of sugar and milk in a cardboard box.

"You can put your clothes on. And next time I want you to strip in a sexy manner if you are lucky enough for a next time."

"Yes, ma'am! Your wish is my command." I said, filled with joy.

Once I was all dressed up and by her side again, she gestured me to sit on the other chair at the table. But I asked if it would not be better for me to kneel on the floor at her feet. She smiled and spoke:

"If I say sit at table, you sit at table, no questions asked. If I wanted you to sit on the floor, I would either gesture it or tell you. Is that understood?" she said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am! I beg your pardon I didn't mean to be rude." I said, crestfallen.

"Of course you didn't. Because if you did. I would have castrated you." she said and smiled teasingly.

I had a frightened look on my face. But if she really wanted to, I would have probably agreed. She saw it and laughed.

"Relax, I'm not into that."

I released the breath I held and then she said:

"Good to know, ma'am."

"Now then let's drink our coffee in peace before the truck comes and you get more work to do!"

We sat there and talked about general stuff. She asked me what hobbies I had. I told her I made and edited videos for fun. While she said that, she enjoys writing. What our favorite colours were. I said that mine was black. She laughed. And said that hers was brown and then added. "So, you like the most dominant colour. The colour able to take on and devour all others. And yet you're a sub. Ironic, isn't it?"

"I haven't thought of it, but now that you mentioned it. It indeed is." I laughed

Then she said in a slightly more serious tone, which I thought was meant to invoke my honesty.

"When did you know you were a sub?"

I answered without a delay or thought, since I believed that by now we were past that point.

"Pretty early, ma'am probably in high school. I had started with the usual porn when I was a teenager, and then I started checking out different genres. I got to BDSM and saw how the men were dominating the woman. And afterwards, I thought, what about the other way around? Then I saw the femdom part, and I was mesmerised. A slim, fragile beauty was dominating a big, powerful man, and he wasn't even trying to escape. It was like "Beauty and the Beast" though sexualised. He could easily run away if he so desired. But he trusted her. He trusted her enough to let her hurt him, paint him with red stripes all over his body. And I thought there wasn't anything hotter in the world. What about you, ma'am? When did you know you were a Goddess?"

"A Goddess?" she repeated, then smiled and continued. "Nicely said." there was a bit of a pause. "I had a person I cared for he broke my heart and I never wanted to feel like that again, so I became a... "Goddess" as you phrased it." and let out a laugh.

"I know my opinion is not needed, but if you ask me. He wasn't worth it, especially if he was as stupid as to leave a woman of your caliber." I said with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, you are probably right." she said thoughtfully.

She looked sad. Her face pained me. I didn't want to see her like that. She reached out and ran her hand through my hair. And then said:

"Don't get any funny ideas just because we chatted a bit. And don't even think of getting clingy."

"Of course not, ma'am. Well, not unless you tell me to."

"Good!" she said and smiled.

Before we knew it, it was 3 o'clock, and we heard the delivery truck stop outside.

"Time to get to work, John. Chop, chop." she said and clapping her hands and smiling.

I answered the automated by now, "Yes, ma'am." and got up to get to work.

I went outside and met the driver of the truck he was just getting off it. He opened the back for me and then took some papers from the glove compartment and handed them to me, saying:

"Everything has already been paid for, but I need you to sign this. It's a conformation for the delivery stating that the material was delivered in the specified schedule." he then handed the paper to me.

I didn't even notice that ma'am was behind me. She took the paper and signed it, then thanked the driver while handing it back to him.

"I'll help you unload, kid." the driver said.

"You really don't have to." I said.

"Come on. It will be like an exercise for me. I've been in this truck for hours now."

"It's rude to decline someone's help, especially when they offer it themselves." I heard ma'am from behind me.

"Then, thank you, mister." I said, and we shook hands.

"It's Rob." he said.

"Thank you Rob, I'm John. It's a pleasure."

"Likewise, kiddo." He stretched and added. "Let's get to work."

We started unloading the truck and moved the wood to where it would not get in the way. After an hour or two of unloading, we were done. I thanked him. And then I heard ma'am coming from behind me again.

"I appreciate how you helped my staff. Would you like to stay for coffee?" she asked the driver kindly, but he declined, saying that he is on a tight schedule. The driver then waved for me to follow him. We went to the truck, and he said:

"Here kid, I see you're working hard." and he handed me an axe, a very sharp axe it was a 60 cm (23 inch) Husqvarna S1600 23" Composite Splitting Axe.

"I can't accept it." I said feeling like it was too much.

"It's a gift, not many kids at your age work, physical labour nowadays. But, there is always a need for that, so this is my gift to you. I would appreciate it if you took it." He said pushing the axe into my arms.