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In Her Service Book 1
In Her Service Book 1
In Her Service Book 1
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In Her Service Book 1

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The first of the series.
He was looking to serve, and got so much more........

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PublisherMaid Dee
Release dateDec 1, 2013
ISBN9781310618635
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    In Her Service Book 1 - Maid Dee

    In Her Service book 1

    David Baltus

    Copyright 2010 by David Baltus

    Smashwords Edition

    Cover photo credit:

    Lady Nina Birch @ TheEnglishMansion.com

    Chapter One

    They had written back and forth as well as met in person and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be useful and didn’t expect it to be all play. While her concerns were that she didn’t want to invest time only to have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit, for a while. She asked what he thought about contracts. He had seen a few examples and thought they were good for stating limits and outlining what was expected. He also had to admit that the idea of one excited him and kind of fit in with his thoughts of serving, even though he knew that such a thing wouldn’t be a legal document.

    Things clicked and He had offered his services early on, she was intrigued, and when the meeting ended she said that she would contact him in the next few days.

    He was thrilled to see the mail the next day. In it she said that she could work within his limits and schedule. She had also attached a contract for him to sign and bring with him next time they met. He became concerned, then excited as he read it. She had copied the limits he had stated in an earlier e-mail and the rest of it was just a few lines stating that basically he was hers and would serve her a minimum of 40 hours per month with tardiness, cancellations and incomplete months to be penalized at the Domme’s discretion. The contract was effective from the date signed until cancelled by either party. The Domme could cancel at any time whereas the sub had to give 60 days written notice. During which time he would continue to serve. The sub would also be required to complete any carryover hours prior to release.

    Now he finds himself walking up to her door, duffle bags in hand. It was 10:00 Thursday evening and he had arranged it so that he wouldn’t be expected back until Saturday night. A shudder of anxiety runs down his spine as he thinks about what she had said to him last. He didn’t have to show up today, and there would be no hard feelings, probably just regrets on his part. If he did show up, he was hers. The door opens before he reaches it and she is there, smiling. Greetings exchanged, she motions him in. She asks if he printed out and signed that service agreement/contract. He slips the envelope from one of his bags and hands it to her. Showing him to the shower first, she lets him know that she will bring in from his bags what he is to wear, and that she will give him the grand tour a bit later. Standing at the doorway as he undresses, she sees his hairless body, expressing her approval that her orders were followed. She reminds him that no hair is allowed from the head down, except for his arms. She exits and the warm water does little to wash the nervous chills from his body. He hears her slip back in shortly and she tells him that what he is to wear is set out and that he shouldn’t dwell on his make-up, just do a quick job of it. She grabs the clothes he arrived in before slipping back out.

    Drying off, he looks at what is laid out. She had also left the padlocking wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. He swallows hard, turns to the mirror, and begins his makeup. Never satisfied but knowing he was told to be quick; he finishes his face and turns to the clothes. Short black waist-cincher followed by a pair of fishnets, white petticoats and one of his basic maid’s uniforms. Slipping the blonde wig into place then tying off the apron of his uniform as he checks himself in the mirror. He sees that she has left the 5 ½ inch ankle strap pumps, knowing these were at the edge of what he could walk in. He sat for a moment to slip them on and buckle the straps.

    Seeing all that was left was the collar and cuffs, each with the padlock open and no key in sight, he took a deep breath as if to steel himself. Slipping each on, and closing the lock afterwards. He stands and checks himself one last time.

    Opening the door and looking out and around he announces he is ready. She calls for him and he follows the voice, a bit unsteady on the heels, realizing he is a bit out of practice. She is resting on the couch as he enters.

    She beckons him forward, then has him turn and walk back and forth a few times as she examines what she has to work with. Then she tells him to stop and turn, facing away from her.

    The next thing he feels is the wrist cuffs being attached together behind him. Then a length of rope passed between his elbows several times and his elbows pulled together as the rope is tied off. She walks around before him, leash in hand and announces that it is time for the tour.

    Speaking as she clips the leash to his collar, We’ll take a little tour and perhaps chat a bit. Now just so we’re clear, when you are being led on a leash you need to follow close enough to keep slack on the leash, but far enough to avoid bumping into me. Okay?

    Yes Ma’am, he says, his voice breaking a bit.

    She pauses a moment then asks, Haven’t changed your mind, have you?

    That nervous excitement running through him picks up a bit.

    He clears his throat and reply’s with a more forceful, No ma’am.

    Turning with the leash running over her shoulder she says, Good, because it’s too late now.

    She strides forward and he has barely enough time to react. Struggling to get up to speed on the heels, the leash still gets pulled taught... She chides him for this, but assures him that he will get better. This happens a few more times as she gives him a quick tour of the place. Ending at the kitchen table she grabs the daily planner that rests there.

    Most of what you need to know, and what is expected from you will be picked up as we go along, she says.

    She opens the book and turns it towards him, I will be using this as a kind of scheduler/notebook/record and you are welcome to look it over anytime. As you can see under tomorrows date the first and notation is a time, the word coffee, and a note on how I take it. That of course is when you will be waking me, with coffee already made. You will also find a menu for any meals you will be preparing. Any questions about how to prepare any of it, please ask.

    Pointing to a small 3 x 5 notebook and pen, she says, This is your notebook, mainly for taking notes when I ask you to. When you can, make sure to note—leash following distance: 4 times. You can use it also, if need be. Most of what you will need to do and learn will be picked up as we go. Tomorrow for example, after you wake me up, I’ll probably have you draw me a bath. While I bathe would be a good time for you to change the bed sheets and start the ones you removed in the wash. I’ll let you know when I expect breakfast to be served and by that time you will probably need to start preparing it. You can grab whatever you want to eat before then, right after you wake if you want. Then after breakfast you will need to clear the table, wash the dishes, drain the bathwater, rinse the tub and make sure the bathroom and bedroom are in order. No need to worry about remembering all that now, as I’ll guide you through it then. By the way, where is your pedicure equipment? I didn’t see any of it in the bags you brought in, did you forget it?

    Oh, no, Ma’am. I have my stool and all the supplies in my car. I even brought the paraffin wax unit, I’m sorry I just couldn’t carry it all in one trip. Should I go bring it in?

    She steps towards the kitchen as she lets him know that she will run out to get it tomorrow. After all, she has his keys. She leads him into the center of the kitchen and stops.

    Now, the kitchen is going to be your first project. You won’t have to be constantly busy, depending upon your attitude of course. However if there is time when you’re not sure what you should be doing, this is it.

    Opening the bottom cupboard she points out that there are new rolls of shelf paper that need to be put up. Sweeping her hand she mentions the refrigerator and oven can be cleaned, inside and behind. The microwave, the walls, etcetera... That he should just think of it as a spring cleaning.

    Grabbing the leash she leads him back to the living room, explaining that he won’t need to worry about any of that yet tonight. But that right now there is a few things that they need to discuss and be perfectly clear about. Things he needs to know about the situation. Unclipping the leash she tells him to relax a minute. She grabs a sturdy oak chair from the corner and sets it a few feet from the couch, facing it. His arms still bound behind him. She helps him into the chair and guides his arms over the back of it. Then she exits the room. He rests in the chair thankful to relieve the pressure on his calves.

    She returns and he straightens in the chair a bit. She runs a length of rope between the wrist cuffs, guides it under the chair and ties it off. While doing this she sees that he has one shoe dangling as much as the ankle strap will allow and is rotating his foot in it. She informs him in a casual manner that what he is doing is unacceptable. It could be considered being out of uniform and besides, it looks unladylike. She asks if there is a problem with the heels. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with the shoes, it’s just that they are at the edge of what he can walk on. She tells him that he can grab a different pair later.

    Looping another short length of rope to each of the ankle cuffs, she has him slip his knees over the corners of the chair and place his feet as far back as he can, where she secures them to the rear legs of the chair. One more length of rope is wrapped around one leg just above the knee, looped under the chair, around the other knee then pulled tight. One last piece encircles his waist and chair back.

    Stepping back to admire her work, she smiles commenting, You look good like that, but I think we may need to get a posture collar for you.

    He smiles and thanks her through the butterflies in his stomach.

    She steps behind him and moments later he feels her slip the wig off his head and a large ball gag fill his vision. He opens his mouth wide as she pushes the ball in place. She steps around to his side and tightens the chin and head straps and then she slips the wig back on.

    There, now this is just so I’m not interrupted while I explain a few things about your situation. We’ll handle any questions later. She circles back around him and sits on the couch directly in front of him. Now before I forget and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow morning... you have my wake time in the book; however you need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to be fully dressed in one of your satin uniforms and looking your best. Understand?

    He nods.

    She leans back with a slight sigh, as if steeling herself. Now then, since you’re here, that means that you have agreed to serve. As I said, you will pick up what is required of you as we go along. There are a few important points you need to understand. First and foremost is that I want to reassure you that I will honor your limits. I give you my word on that. That being said, you will honor your commitment, and I will make sure of that also.

    I’m going to make room for your clothes here,’ she continues, so you don’t have to keep dragging them back and forth. That will also ensure that you return. How would you get them back if you didn’t? I couldn’t imagine walking away from that lovely stuff you have."

    Now, just in case that isn’t enough, I’ve spoken to a friend of mine about our little arrangement. He has said that he would be happy to go pick you up for me. Of course you would have to pay him back for his troubles. Just In case you put up a fuss and the police or a concerned citizen gets involved, I put together an envelope with copies of our correspondence, copies of your personal ad, and I’m going to have you write a little note explaining that this is just part of a kinky game. I don’t want to hear any argument that this is violating your limit about discretion as it would be you drawing the attention and it would only be used for this purpose.

    I may be bluffing about this, I may not. You may never know because you are not going to break contact with me. If you do I will give you one warning, after that we just start this all over except you’ll have to give 180 days notice and of course you’ll be severely punished. Like you never have before. If you think that I won’t, or you think that you may like it, then please try me.

    His breath quickens as his mind struggles to take it all in. That feeling of erotic fear washes over him. He wonders if he has gone too far but tries not to show it. She leans forward and grabs the chin strap of the gag so that they are about a foot apart.

    I won’t violate your limits, but you and I both know that leaves a lot of options, besides, I’m doing this for you. You wanted to be helpless, said you craved it. Well, that’s just what you got. But don’t worry. How rough this is depends entirely on you. Accept your position, give it your best effort and things will work out fine.

    She leans slightly forward and grabs the edge of his skirt and petticoat and pushes/tucks it back exposing him. Reaching down to the floor next to her, she brings a paper bag up to her lap. His eyes widen as she pulls two packages of clothespins from the bag.

    Brand new, we need to break these in, she says with a smile. Besides, this will give what I say a bit more emphasis. Plus I get to have a little fun while we get a feel for each other.

    Pulling the bust line down and exposing his chest, she begins to place a row of clothespins across each breast as she continues.

    This being close enough to the end of the month, we will formally start your service on the first of next month. If you decide it isn’t for you, you need to let me know, in writing, prior to the first of any given month.

    He winces in pain as she finishes with seven across one breast and starts on the other.

    We will have to decide how you are going to serve the required minimum of 40 hours each month. We’ll find a schedule that works. For starters we’ll try 11:30p.m. Every Wednesday until 6:00 am every Thursday. I thought that I would change my schedule a bit on Wednesdays so I can be here and awake for the time. Beyond that we will schedule one or two weekend meetings a month. You can just set it up as if you’re working Saturday. That way you can report after work as early as you can arrange and serve until 6:00 pm on Saturday. That should cover your minimum each month.

    You said that you were ‘free’ the weekend of June 9th, she says, so I want you to schedule a vacation day for Friday the 8th. And expect to serve from Thursday midnight thru Monday morning. I may even have you take Thursday off too.

    She finishes with the other seven then pushes them down as she raises the bust on the dress and tucks them in.

    He twists what little he can in the chair and moans into the gag. She mimics him with a smile and grabs a row of pins beneath the material and pulls at them. His eyes widen and he yelps then moans louder into the gag.

    She coos back at him and slips one hand between her legs, I just love that look on your face, and that sound is music to my ears.

    You will let me know of any other times you are available. Any time you can work earlier, or get a holiday to yourself. If you are still in my service at the end of the year I will expect you to arrange to be away at least one full week of the two you get off. Now then if you happen to not make the 40 hours, that’s not a problem. It will just be carried over to the next month, just at twice the amount. Of course any carryover would have to be made up before our agreement could end.

    She raises her hand from between her legs to his nose, See what those lovely noises you make do to me?

    Grabbing a handful of clips and running a hand up one of his thighs.

    A chill runs down his spine as she says, Let’s make some more of that music. I just want to show you that I have no qualms about hurting you, as well as see how you react.

    He pleads with his eyes as she grabs a handful of clips and slips one hand beneath his balls, cupping them.

    This is so much easier without hair.

    She begins placing the clips on the loose skin of his scrotum, all the time smiling at his reaction. Stopping at six her hand drops to his inner thighs. Pinching the delicate flesh and attaching a pin, he squeals into the gag and twists in the chair.

    Putting a hand to his cheek she says soothingly, Ooh, I know these hurt. Not to worry though, I could fit a dozen on each at least. But I’ll only do a few this time.

    He writhes in the chair pulling at his bonds, testing them as she places the last of three pins on each of his thighs. He sees her hand slide between her thighs again as she looks directly at him. He can see it on her face that she is masturbating and it strikes a chord in

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