Serving My Client 04

This chapter may be a little slow. For me, I like the relationship with the women more than the sex scenes. But I needed to set up the future sex with this bit.

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I received a phone call from Louise later that evening. She realized that after the session at Gillian's we had not done any after care. I told her I was ok but she was insistent that we should spend some time together. I agreed to meet her for lunch Tuesday and tossed and turned that night half hard and straining against the cage. I woke and passed the morning till it was time to go to lunch. I had been pretty casual the last couple of years since I hadn't been dating. Lots of flannel and denim. I decided that wasn't appropriate. I found a nice pair of slacks, shirt and jacket. I left the collar on. It wasn't too obvious under the collared shirt, but from the front you couldn't miss it. I drove to the restaurant she had chosen and was a little surprised. I was glad I had dressed well. It was a very nice place. I gave the Maitre D Louises name and he showed me to a table. Louise came in a few minutes later and I stood to greet her. She looked fabulous. Very confident and stylish and, to be honest, hot.

"Thank you for coming. I felt so bad about not doing any after care or check in. I can't believe we rushed out like that.

"I was ok. It was pretty overwhelming during the session, but the drive home gave me time to recover."

"I'm glad you are ok, but I am still upset about not thinking of it. I am really enjoying this exploration and want to do it right. At the retreat when I sat with you after fucking you in the swing I felt that was very healing both for you and me. I could tell how powerful the experience was for you. And it was life changing for me. That whole weekend was eye opening, but to experience that level of power and control changed everything for me. I want the next phase of my life to be very different from what came before. I want this arrangement between us to continue and I don't want to make mistakes."

I nodded and thought for a moment.

"I want to continue and I want to do this right. I don't know if we need to do more planning. Or have better time management skills. And I'm not sure what input I can or should give. You were clear that you want this to be your exploration."

"That's true. I do want to get what I want, but it isn't just about me," Louise replied. "I do want to use our time for my needs and desires but I also want it to be connected in some way. Gillian told me that there are professional submissives that I could spank or torment but I really don't want that. Even though we only had a professional relationship before the retreat, we did have a relationship. That makes this type of power exchange more appealing to me. I like what I've done to you. I want to do more to you."

Oh my god. I couldn't believe this was happening. I took a sip of ice water to give myself time to think. The waiter came by before I could speak. I looked at the menu and chose something light. After we ordered and the waiter finally left, Louise continued.

"Were you okay with the session at Gillian's? Was there anything you didn't like?"

"No. I liked all of it. I have to say that everything we did was something that I have always wanted to do. But I haven't done very much of it. So, it was awesome and exciting and at the same time overwhelming and very challenging. I don't want to say it was painful. It was, but it wasn't. That doesn't make much sense, but maybe I should say the sensation was intensely......intense."

I drifted off with no end to that sentence. I didn't know how to express what it felt like to be flogged or waxed.

Louise gave me a minute to continue.

"I would like to do that again," I said. "You said earlier that having had some sort of relationship before was important to you. I think that matters to me too. The sensation from the clothes pins had me close to using my safe word. But I didn't use it because I didn't want to disappoint you."

Louise smiled at that.

"That is exactly what I am looking for," she said. "That is why I don't want to hire professional submissives. I want to push you to your limits. I want to find out how far I can go. And how far you can go."

I must have looked a little scared. Louise held up a hand before I could speak.

"And that is why I felt we should meet today. Especially since I blew the aftercare yesterday."

I started to say that she didn't blow it, but she raised her hand again.

"I need to get my part right. Because this is important to me. You, actually, are important to me. And I want more. A lot more. And the only way I am going to get what I want is to do it the right way. And no matter what, I want you to continue being my massage therapist. I don't want to hurt you in a session and ruin that."

There was a moment of silence then Louise chuckled.

"Although, I DO want to hurt you in a session."

We both laughed and our food arrived. During the meal we talked about more normal things. Louise told me about her marriage. They had been high school sweethearts and had had a good life together. They never had kids and she was the typical corporate wife. She said she was good at it and enjoyed it, but her husband's death ended that also. They had a loving, if boring, sex life. They got married young and never experimented much. Starting weekly massage had been a big step for her and then she discovered Pamela's workshops. She went to a couple of her more tame weekend retreats that were more about food and relaxation. She took the plunge and went to the weekend where I served and the rest is history.

I told her about my long marriage and divorce and moving out here to take care of my elderly father. I talked about dating and not being satisfied. I always felt that I wanted more of the power exchange and never found a suitable play partner.

Louise asked me about my sexual past. She listened intently as I described some of the play I had done over the years.

"What about those submissive buttons you mentioned. What pushes your buttons in this?"

"The loss of control. Not the loss. That's the wrong word. Giving up control. Or accepting someone else's control. That's what I am looking for. Someone I can give myself to. To be used but also to be valued and appreciated."

We were interrupted again by the waiter. We declined dessert and just had coffee.

"And you never found that?" she asked.

"Not really. I found people that would maybe play for an hour or two. I wanted the lifestyle. That's why I volunteered to serve at Pamela's workshop. It would be a full weekend of submission."

Louise smiled.

"I could see being served that way as a lifestyle. Sounds lovely."

I think we both wanted to say more in that moment but neither did. I know I wanted to tell her I would serve her full time, but I was afraid of screwing up what was going on. The moment passed and then Louise changed the subject.

"Do you do massage in people's homes? I love my weekly massage, but I always hate having to drive home after. I just want to enjoy being totally relaxed and not have to get dressed and drive anywhere."

"I have done that in the past, but I got tired of schlepping my table up stairs or around kids toys."

"I'd buy a table to have in my house if you'd come work on me there. Would you find me a table? And sheets and anything you would need to massage me at my home?" she asked.

"Of course. That's easy."

Louise took out her wallet and placed a credit card on the check. While the waiter brought it back, she took the receipt and wrote on the back of it and then handed it and the credit card to me.

"Find me a massage table and supplies. I wrote my address for you. If it is delivered by Friday, will you do this week's massage at my house?"

"Yes. I can handle that."

Louise stood and we walked out to our cars. Louise gave me a quick hug and said goodbye. As I drove home I reflected on what had been a lovely lunch. It was nice to spend time with a woman again.

I did some on line shopping for massage tables when I got home. They are large and bulky and shipping is exorbitant. It was a lot cheaper and easier for me to drive to the supply house and pick one up. I texted this to Louise and she asked me to handle it. I picked everything up and on Friday I drove to the address she gave me. My navigation system took me down a cul de sac and up to a gated driveway. There was a gate code written with the receipt and I punched it in and the gate opened and I drove in. And drove. It was a long driveway and finally I got to a big house. Whatever her husband had done in business, he did it well. It was a gorgeous brick estate. I drove up to the front parking area and the front door opened as I got out of my truck. Louise stood in the door smiling as I unloaded the massage table and the supplies. I followed her in and she led me down a hall to an small room.

"You can set the table up in here. You can put the sheets and things in the closet. I'll be in the living room."

I set everything up, turned on the table heater and went to find the living room. Louise was sitting in a chair sipping a glass of water. I stood before her.

"Everything is ready if you are," I said.

She looked me up and down and stayed seated.

"I wasn't sure if I should undress or not in your house," I said. "Should I?"

"Always," she replied.

I undressed while she watched. I folded my clothes neatly and lay them on a table. Louse stood and I followed her to her new massage room. I undressed her, gave her a two hour sensual massage and again she brought herself to orgasm while I watched. After her orgasm, she sent me up to her room to get her a robe. I put the robe on her and we went back to the living room. Louise sat in her chair. I thought about where to sit and decided to kneel in front of her. Louise drank some water and just looked at me.

"Do you like kneeling before me?" she asked.

"I do."

Louise smiled.

"Does this push your button?"

I nodded.

Louise held out her empty glass. I took it to the kitchen and filled it with water, ice and a slice of lemon. As I handed it to her, she told me to get her cell phone from the counter. I brought it to her and started to kneel, but she motioned for me to stop.

"Do you know Child's pose. In Yoga."

"Yes."

She pointed to the floor and I got into child's pose.

"A little closer to me. A little to the left."

When I was in the right place she stretched out her legs and rested her feet on my back. She made a phone call and talked to a friend for quite a while. I stayed there as her footstool. My knees began to ache, but it felt wonderful to be have her use me that way. She ended her phone call and took her feet off my back.

"Stand up," she commanded.

I did and she drank her water and just looked.

"Have you masturbated?"

"No."

"Have you wanted to?"

"Oh my god, yes."

"Why haven't you?"

"You asked me not to unless you were watching. I didn't have the courage to ask."

"I like that. I want to watch you. But not today. Get dressed."

I dressed and Louise walked me to the door.

"I'll see you Monday, right?"

"Of course."