Brad had gotten the wood all split and stacked that weekend back in the fall. It took him 3 long days and he had indeed rented that hydraulic splitter. He had also taken Monday off of work to get it all completed well and done; he was determined to do so. He had felt a little anxious and disappointed that he hadn’t gotten it finished for her by Sunday evening as she had hoped.
Helen was though, pleased with the outcome and thanked him in a business like tone on that Monday afternoon while he packed his tools and loaded them into his pickup. She maintained steady eye contact, wearing a thin but warm smile. He was departing her place quite tired, sore, yet with a sense of accomplishment and more than a little excitement thinking about the experience of working so hard to impress and to please this impressive, intelligent woman. He thought she might have noticed the erection pressing on his jeans as she took his hand in hers and said goodbye. Perhaps that was the reason for her holding his hand and his eyes for a long moment with that smile. His heart pounded loudly in his chest and he was sure he was blushing. Yet he maintained the eye contact with some hope that she might ask for some other favor, or service.
Now, a few months later, Brad kneeled naked on her living room floor thinking back on that weekend and how it marked the beginning of a process that had led him to here. They had since shared a few restaurant meals together and he’d been asked several more times since that cool autumn weekend to come out and visit for a lunch or a conversation with a coffee on the patio. With each visit there was always a task or a favor she asked of him and each time he was more than eager to accommodate her and find a way to complete what she had asked for, and a bit more. He strived to do these jobs well and beyond her expectations; he hoped so anyway.
On the last visit, after he'd repaired a small section of fence and the hinges on an attached gate, she had asked him to make some sandwiches for lunch and to serve them. She had also instructed him on exactly how she liked a glass of water, brought to her with half ice and a slice of lemon topping it off. She held his eyes with that smile again, as she now so often did, and voiced these instructions in a firm almost authoritative tone and then added, “That is the way I will always be served a drink of water when I ask for one”, as Brad was about to turn towards the kitchen.
He froze for a second and searched his mind for what to say, how to react, how to interpret this.
“Yes Helen, of course”, was all he had.
“Good boy” she spoke, in a slow steady tone while still looking directly into his eyes.
Was she joking? Hinting? Was he being too obtuse by not acknowledging what he imagined she was getting at? He thought hard for any possible reply and came up with nothing. The moment passed; he continued on into the kitchen.
That was a week ago and now here he was on her floor naked and kneeling at her feet.
He’d mowed her lawns and cleaned the roof gutters earlier in the day. Offering his effort just because she mentioned that these chores needed doing before the next rain. As he finished up and put away the mower and tools, she gave him a complete tour of the barn and garage outbuildings, showing him where she kept and stored all of the equipment, tools and supplies for gardening and maintaining the property.
They had originally planned a light dinner for this visit. While locking the barn Helen suggested that he shower after the meal, that he might want to freshen up after working outside.
"Stay awhile. We can relax for the evening and visit some more," Helen said.
"Sure; that sounds great. Thank you."
After dinner and after Brad had taken it upon himself to clear the dishes from the table, he headed for the bath and cleaned up. As he exited the shower he found that all of his clothing was missing from the counter. He had carefully and certainly left it right there. Looking about for his things, momentarily stricken with a sensation of panic, Helen then called from the living room. “You will not be needing those and they all do need laundering. Please, come join me as you are.”
Brad hesitated but did just that, now suddenly curious and just brave enough, although he was also feeling shy and vulnerable in his bareness, walking tentatively toward Helen's voice. She sat with legs crossed in her favorite tall backed chair, fully clothed just the same as she had been earlier at dinner: blue jeans, barefoot, and a dark green V neck sweater that was well fitted and flattering to her shape and size.
“In this kind of an interaction together you will come to me and kneel, sitting on your heels, hands on thighs, palms up and your head bowed until I say otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Suure”, said Brad in a kind of jocular voice, a facade to mask his shy apprehension. He knelt on the floor at her feet and assumed the correct posture.
“That will be ‘Yes Ma’am’ here, for now, and ‘Yes Helen’ in all public situations. You may now look up at me and listen carefully. Hands behind your back. I am going to cuff you for a time. I don't like to do this often. A good and useful man needs his hands. However, I believe this will reinforce and help define our relative positions here while we have this talk. It will be helpful to get us better acquainted with each other, and then I have some gifts for you”. She stood, walked around him, bent over and put on the handcuffs. She then returned to her chair and began opening a small package, removing a set of rubber or vinyl rings of various sizes.
“I am going to take some measurements and see about your fit with these rings. You will be given another quite special gift in a few weeks. We will get the correct sizing figured out, now and here, tonight, so that I can make an order for you tomorrow.”
The next thing she removed from the package was a chastity device, an inexpensive plastic one and its keys. “This should suit us temporarily until your own better fitted stainless steel device arrives. I am going to put this one on you here tonight with my own hands. If you agree to that we can continue. Do you agree to that Brad?”
Brad hesitated only a second or two until he looked back into her eyes, beautiful, with an intentional focus on his physical reactions to her words. “Yes Ma‘am”
“Wonderful. We will talk tonight at length. We will discuss, as we are positioned here now in this setting in our own respective positions, you there on your knees and wearing my gift to you. We are going to discuss quite openly and honestly how we will relate to each other going forward... we'll have no more playful innuendo.
“I have rules, expectations and protocols that you will be required to follow. I am a demanding and accomplished woman. I am proud of that. I expect to be served well, I will be respected, and obeyed without question... worshipped, This will all be particularly true HERE in MY HOME.
“I like you very much Brad. I also believe that you are well suited to the kind of lifestyle and relationship that suits ME. Do you agree with me? Are you comfortable with what you have heard and seen so far? I have much more to say tonight about what I expect and what duties you will be expected to perform as regards the care, cleanliness and maintenance of MY home, and your willingness to serve ME in any way that I require. I will also want to hear about what you are thinking as we discuss. You will not interrupt ME but you may speak and ask questions appropriately”
“Yes Ma’am” he replied with his heart pounding, sweat starting to bead on his temples while experiencing a little bit of shakiness, quaking a little from his jaw and on down through his torso and into his legs. He re-called that first visit here, back in fall, and considered how much he respected and admired this woman then, and now. He began to feel some confidence, comfortable and sure that the way forward was a path he wanted to take and embrace with all his heart and focused efforts. He relaxed his mind by breathing steadily. He let go of something rigid inside himself that he hadn’t known existed. Brad took another very deep breath and straightened his posture, a more erect and attentive attitude, intentionally focused on Helen with his full presence. The trembling ceased. He was calmed.
“Excellent”. Helen said as she looked down on Brad's now full erection. She smiled again as she took a handful of ice from the glass of water she had asked him to bring to her before his shower. “I am going to use these rings to get you fitted now and then we'll get the device installed. Let’s begin.”