Hello, everyone!
I plan to write a complete story that will unfold gradually through snapshots of everyday life in a Female Lead relationship under a strict chastity regime.
Please be understanding, as English is not my native language.
Any feedback, suggestions, ideas, comments, remarks, or constructive criticism is appreciated. Every character in this story is an adult.
Thank you, in advance!
On this warm Wednesday afternoon, Anthea walks in, wearing a stylish yet relaxed outfit befitting the heat: a light, flowing, sky-blue sundress bunched up at the waist by a thin belt that brings out her slender figure. Every so often, the dress gently moves with the steps she takes, falling just to her thighs and showing the faintest hint of a tan she had already begun to build. Her feet are covered in elegant pale brown leather sandals with a simple, classy strap design that leaves her perfectly pedicured red-colored toenails exposed. She is bedecked in understated gold earrings and a thin gold bracelet-add-ons that give classiness to this casual elegance. Her hair is long brown, collected loosely behind her back, enabling strands of hair to cascade over her shoulders.
I greet her with the enthusiasm that she has come to expect from me as Anthea enters the room. Down to my knees, the ritual greeting continues, low to the ground, kissing her feet and straps of sandals in reverence. "Lady, welcome to your home, it's such a joy to see you again," I say reverently as I look at her.
She allows me to stay there for a moment, imposing her presence, before speaking.
"Well, look at you, all bright-eyed and eager as always," she says with a small, teasing smile. She chuckles softly. "It's almost funny, how much brightening up you do when I'm around; like a puppy that sits around the entire day just to see me."
I hasten my response, "My Lady, it is my week's highlight to see you."
"Oh do you now?" she says, the hint of amusement, her tone betraying that. "Funny how much you have changed. I don't remember you being so eager when we were together. Quite the opposite."
I lift my head and look back up at her.
"Lady, I was stupid back then," I confess. "I didn't appreciate who you were, how great you were, how much I should have brought myself to value you. I was blind to your character, to your strength, to your worth." The words fall from the depths of honesty, my voice almost shaking with the burden of my regret.
Anthea pasts me, steps into the couch and she leans against the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "And what's different now, boy?" she asks, her eyes slanting, cutting, yet with curiosity. "What do you see now that you were blind to before?"
I take a deep breath, marshaling my thoughts. "In times past, you were my girlfriend, just Anthea. But now you are more than that. You are my Owner, my Keyholder, and to me a living Deity." My eyes never leave hers while speaking-the intensity of my devotion shining through.
To which she laughs, a soft melodious sound, her head shaking. "A living Deity? You're talking rubbish again." There is humor in her tone, yet that type of disbelief. "I am just an ordinary woman, boy."
I shake my head, letting her words fall from my mind as if they never existed. "No, Lady. To me you are not ordinary, for that is the reason I serve you; because to me you are extraordinary. You are so much more than just a woman. You own me, guide me, mold me."
Anthea only raises a brow and doesn't further argue with me, a smile playing around her lips. "You do have a way with words when you want to," she says with a playful voice, though there's a hint of warmth underneath.
"Lady, You set an excellent example to other Women to follow, and I am privileged to be your chattel."
Anthea leans her head to the side, taken aback with my vehemence. "Ah, so if that is your conviction," she says with a grin. "Who am I to disagree?" And laughing, "Ok I admit that you convinced me ha-ha." She flicks her hand dismissively, but in her eyes, there shows a glimmer of satisfaction. "Well, let's hope that enthusiasm carries over while I'm gone".
I pause a moment, my mood shifting slightly as I say, "I'm happy for your holidays, Lady. You need the rest, and you deserve to enjoy yourself. But. I'll be sad not to see you." There's a touch of longing in my voice, the realization of her absence starting to settle in.
She looks further into me for a moment longer, her eyes softening just a little. "Don't get all mushy on me, boy," she teases, though there's no bite in the words. "It is only two weeks. You will survive. And besides," she goes on again, leaning to take the cup of coffee I had prepared for her, "you will be busy carrying out my orders while I'm away."
I light her cigarette, holding the lighter firm as she leans in, inhaling the first breath. Smoke wraps lazily around her as she exhales, relaxed into her seat.
"I 'll make sure everything is perfect, Lady," I whisper.
Sighing out a slow stream of smoke, she nods before cheerfully and teasingly saying.
Well, where is my hard-earned money for my holidays, boy? I cannot go there without it, ha-ha!"
I quickly get up and pull out the envelope that I had prepared; with a bit of shaking hands, I hand it over to her.
"Lady, this is the 3,000 Euros I promised you for your holidays," I say softly, my head low in respect.
Anthea takes the envelope between her fingers, brushing against mine in the process of opening it. She counts the money briefly and then slides it back into the envelope, looking at me with a smile half-amused, half-pleased. "Well, well. You really did save up, didn't you?" she says, folding the envelope and setting it beside her. "Because of that, I shall be enjoying a rather luxurious vacation." Her eyes sparkle with gratitude. "Very generous act on your part, boy. I truly do appreciate it."
"Thank you, Lady. It's the least I could do, my Lady. It is my honor to provide for your trip. I am glad you will enjoy the holiday of your dreams, at last. You deserve nothing less." I say, bowing my head anew, grateful she accepts my offering.
"Of course I do." She blows another cloud of smoke, full of confidence in her voice. "I am excited about it, yes," she says, her smile broadening. "All of my life, I struggled and could never afford something like this. Now, thanks to you, it's happening: Majorca and Ibiza, the Balearic Islands. I can hardly believe all this. Five days in Majorca, four in Ibiza-and that sun, that sea, all those things I wanted so badly." She stops, lost in her dream, then turns back to me once more. "This is something I always wished for, and now, because of you, it's finally going to happen."
"That sounds wonderful, Lady," I answer, truly happy for her, but there is a pang to it, a sweet bitterness, knowing well how much Iwill miss her when away. "I will miss you sorely, but it is easier to bear, knowing you are enjoying your dream holiday."
Anthea turns to me then, her face softening slightly. "Don't be too sad, boy. I'll contact you from time to time. Maybe I'll even send a few pictures-if you behave." She says in a more serious tone, "Of course, that depends on whether you follow my instructions while I'm away. You'll have your own responsibilities, your schedule, your training. If you're a good boy, you'll hear from me." She leans in slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wouldn't you like that?" "Yes, Lady, I would be so grateful. I'll do everything to the letter, I swear." I reply, my voice full of hope and determination.
"We shall see," she says, chuckling with amusement at my fervency. "You will have to deserve it, boy. I am not just giving out rewards for nothing. You are going to be here, on my schedule-working, training, thinking of how to improve my life. No slacking off, no distractions. Understood?"
"Yes, Lady. I understand."
"Good." She takes another drag of her cigarette, the smoke billowing, and then leans a little forward. "And remember, as I am having my sun, cocktail, and dream come true, you'll be here, thinking of me, waiting for a word from me. Let that drive you, boy."
"I will, my Lady," I reply, already fully dedicated. "I will see everything is ready for when you return."
"I expect nothing less." She snubs out her cigarette, her face a mask of finality.
