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Subject: {ASSM} Serena 5/10 {Arty} (MF slow rom cons D/S Mdom Fdom span lght)
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Serena
by Arty

5.	Anticipation

By the time we arrived home it was late evening. I got out
before Sylvie did and took Serena's coat from her. Sylvie
opened the door and I draped the coat around Serena's
shoulders before we walked to the front door. It was still
only mid-afternoon but I felt shattered. I took the keys
from the coat pocket and opened the door; Serena shed her
coat and stepped across the threshold.

"Darling, you look worn out. This has been very tiring for
you, hasn't it?"

"I don't know why though, all I did was sit and talk; until
someone gave me a blowjob, that is."

"I hope it was to your satisfaction, Sir?" A smile dimpled
her cheeks.

"The best I've ever had. I expect you to live up to that in
the future."

"Yes, Sir."

She led me to the bedroom, then she undressed me, not
allowing me to do anything for myself. Finally she pulled
back the bedclothes and made me lie prone on the bed.
Kneeling astride me, she started to massage my shoulders and
neck. At first I was distracted by the way her clit chain
tickled the crack of my bottom, but my tiredness and the
soothing nature of the massage soon sent me into a deep
sleep.

I woke the next day to feel myself engulfed in tender
warmth; Serena's tongue danced a symphony of arousal, whilst
her lips played a counterpoint of exquisite sensation. Her
fingers delicately manipulated my balls, occasionally making
a foray between my legs, to tickle the sensitive spot there.
I felt myself start the almost inevitable journey to
completion and she must have sensed this as she changed her
tune and slowed her ministrations. I groaned in frustration.
Then I felt my arousal start to rise again and once more she
delayed the inevitable. Eventually, I was babbling my need
to her and finally she didn't stop and allowed me to
complete my journey in a climax so strong it seemed that my
whole body was involved with every nerve ending on fire. I
felt consciousness slipping away.

I opened my eyes again to see her mischievous face inches
from mine.

"I trust that you enjoyed that?" 

"Enjoy? You drive me halfway insane and then make cum so
hard that I black out? I can't think of a word strong
enough."

She smiled in a cat-that-got-the-cream sort of way and slid
from the bed. "It's time we got up, we have to go back to
work today."

She did her washcloth thing again and then shooed me out of
the shower so she could finish off her own ablutions. I was
just starting to get dressed when she came in from the
bathroom, lay supine on the bed and pulled her knees to her
chest. 

"Darling could you check to see if I've done a good enough
job?"

There it was again, her matter of fact acceptance of his
rules. I ignored my jealous twinge and started to examine
her closely. After a while, I forgot that the reason I was
doing this was because she had been ordered to and just
enjoyed the chance to examine her without any pressure to
perform. Eventually though, even I had to admit that there
wasn't a single hair anywhere to be seen. I could tell from
the gathering wetness that she hadn't been unaffected. I
blew gently on her clitoris and swiped my tongue the length
of her sex, which caused her to groan, and then I got off
the bed and continued dressing.

"You're a total rat, you know that?"

"It was you that said we shouldn't be late for work."

"Five minutes wouldn't have mattered," she grumped. Then she
brightened and searched through her wardrobe. For the next
few minutes she teased me by holding a series of
inappropriate dresses to her body. Finally she pulled a
sensible, loosely fitting dress from the wardrobe and we
headed for the door. Stopping by the outer door, she
unclipped the chain from her clit ring and unhooked the
bells from her nipples. I realised that I'd been hearing
bells subconsciously and the sudden cessation was deafening.
While I was thinking about this she opened the door and
stepped out. Before I could protest at her nakedness, she
had shimmied into her dress and was standing there waiting
impatiently in that time-honoured pose that only women can
achieve and only when it has been they who have been
delaying things until that point.

"Come on! We're going to be late!"

It was times like these, I thought to myself, that I
realised there were advantages to being a Master. However I
kept this thought to myself as I grabbed our coats, stepped
through the door, and pulled it shut behind me.

I don't normally see much of Serena during working hours and
today was no exception; so I had to wait until our usual
lunchtime tryst in the park to see her again. After a few
minutes of reacquainting our lips and tongues, I realised
that we'd forgotten to bring anything for lunch. A short
discussion led us to a hotdog stand on the edge of the park.
Once we found a bench, she started eating her hotdog in a
most lascivious manner. Unfortunately, we ran out of time
and I had to return to work with an uncomfortable erection
and no chance to do anything about it. She turned to me and
surreptitiously squeezed me.

"You poor baby. Just keep thinking of me naked and on my
knees in front of you tonight. I'm sure I can help you out
then."

I groaned as her words fuelled a vision of the scene that
she described. She laughed delightedly and wiggled her way
back to the office that she shared with the others in her
department. I spent the next few hours trying to get some
useful work done. I almost forgot to book the holiday for
next week. I took my completed form into my boss and didn't
get the usual grumbles; it seemed that Jack had been as good
as his word.

I met Serena as we made our way to the car park. I was
surprised to find her wearing her coat; it wasn't that cold.
I commented on it.

"You'll see when we get home."

I had an inkling of the reason, but did nothing to make
certain. As I put the key in the lock she was unbuttoning
her coat. I looked back and I could see a line of naked
flesh that grew wider as each button was undone. I opened
the door and pushed it wide for her. She grinned at me and
slipped off her coat and stepped naked into the house. I
followed her in and waited as she knelt and attached the
chain to the ring above her clitoris and the two small bells
to her nipple rings. She knelt like that for a short while
and then stood up and shimmied her breasts in my direction;
the bells tinkled merrily.

"Like what you see?"

"Mmmm."

"Do you want to eat first or shall we take care of your
lunch time 'problem'?"

"Eat first; then some problem solving, and then you need to
tell me what I can expect next weekend."

"That sounds like a plan. I'll start dinner and you get
undressed and then come and join me."

"Undressed?"

She turned to me and looked serious. "After next weekend and
for as long as I'm your Mistress, I'm not going to allow you
to wear clothes in my presence when we're alone, so you
might as well get used to it." I shivered slightly at the
promise in her eyes and turned to do her bidding.

When I returned she had some pork chops under the grill and
a couple of potatoes baking in the microwave. I made my way
to the freezer and extracted frozen peas and sweet corn. I
dumped the corn in a saucepan and switched on the kettle.
Before I put the frozen peas back in the freezer, I ran the
packet down Serena's back. She shrieked! By the time she
recovered I had put the frozen vegetables away.

"It's not a good idea to piss off the girl that's going to
be your Mistress for a week or two, now is it?" She smiled
to take some of the menace from her words; and then she
kissed me demandingly to complete the job. Then she
whispered in my ear, "Don't worry I won't need excuses to
punish you next week."

With that she pushed me away and we finished cooking and
eating in companionable silence. Once we had cleared away,
we adjourned to the sitting room. Serena pushed me onto the
settee and knelt between my legs; she looked up at me and
licked her lips.

"Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"

"I'm not sure, perhaps you can help me remember?"

I felt her answer as she slowly inhaled my length. The
delicate suction and the feel of her tongue dancing gently
around the head of my penis caused me to gasp and pant as if
I were running a marathon. Soon I was helpless to do
anything except flop around as she kept me exquisitely
balanced on that knife-edge between arousal and orgasm. I
heard some alien moaning and slowly I realised that the
sounds were issuing from my mouth. Eventually even Serena's
skills were unable to prevent me from falling over the edge
and plunging into one of the strongest orgasms that I had
yet experienced. I screamed my release; I was vaguely aware
of a soft swallowing sensation and I opened my eyes to see
Serena's lips and nose buried in my pubic hair - she was
deep-throating me! This was something she'd never done
before.

I must have blacked out as the next thing I know, Serena is
sitting between my legs with her head on my knee smiling up
at me.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Did I faint or something?"

"Or something. I don't think you've ever cum so much, I had
trouble keeping up!"

I slipped from the settee and cuddled her. "Thank you
darling, that was," I struggled to find a superlative, "just
stupendous." I kissed her deeply to show her how stupendous
I felt it was. I felt her moan into my mouth as I captured
her tongue and suckled on it gently. Then she seemed to
steel herself and she pushed me away.

"Look if you start doing that we'll end up far too tired for
anything except to go to sleep. We have to talk."

I pouted.

"Oh stop it. You know I can't resist you when you pout like
that." I pouted some more, but I must have overdone it
because all she did was laugh. Her laughter was infectious
and I was unable to hold my hangdog expression in the face
of her mirth. I held her in my arms as our laughter slowed
and she snuggled in to me and sighed.

"Now that I have your attention, we have to talk." I
shrugged my acquiescence. "Next week is going to be hard for
you. I'm going to take you to places inside yourself that
you never knew existed and make you feel things that you
never knew that you could feel. You're going to feel exposed
and helpless and you will hate me."

"I could never hate you."

"You will; not for long, but you will." I was shocked to see
tears streaming down her face. "You will be amazed at the
depth of your hatred, but it will pass. I promise you it
will pass. Never doubt for an instant that I love you." She
hugged me fiercely and shuddered. "I can tell you things,
but in the end it will make no difference. You will need to
experience them and then you will truly understand. My
mother says that it's one of those life-changing experiences
that one can never really describe, like parenthood. She
says that unless you are a parent you can't understand a
description of parenthood and once you are a parent you
don't need to have it described."

"Catch-22."

"Yes."

"I'll be your Yossarian then." Serena giggled.

"Let's go to bed, remembering my training has made me a bit
horny." When we got to bed I discovered that 'a bit horny'
was like saying that Everest was 'a bit tall'.

All the rest of that week I would strip as soon as I came
home. Serena would train me in some of the postures that I
would be expected to maintain at some point in my training
next week. She introduced me to her 'meditation' periods
when she would kneel in her default posture in front of the
full-length mirror on the wardrobe door. A further
low-voltage spotlight illuminated her when she did so and I
wondered at the attention to detail that Jack had devoted to
this house and to Serena herself. I asked her what she
thought about during her 'meditation'.

"I used to dream about serving my Master more fully." She
blushed, "but now all I think about is you." Her blush
deepened and spread and she continued in a husky whisper.
"Once or twice I have cum without touching myself, just from
thinking about you." She encouraged me to 'meditate' in the
same fashion as she did. "You might as well get into the
habit of it now, as it will be a requirement until we are
finished with your Slave training."

All too soon it was Friday evening and it was time for me to
take my first steps into Wonderland.

-Continued-

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