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Service With A Smile

Erotica, thoughts on FL Relationships
4 months ago. Wednesday, October 29, 2025 at 11:51 AM

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.”

11 months ago. Thursday, April 3, 2025 at 5:31 PM

"Gentleman Seeking Goddess" he had titled his personal ad, with the hope that this and a few key words and phrases would attract a woman who was perhaps at least a little bit bossy and would recognize what he was alluding to in the ad.

Why hadn't he just jumped on FetLife or Collarspace and been more forthright and direct in his search for a Domme? He didn't know exactly and he wasn't sure, for certain, what it was he was looking for. He did know how the images and writings of women on some fem-dom web sites and blogs excited him, made his skin warm, his heart beat louder and his mouth water a little bit more than usual. Sometimes such input or images were not necessary to evoke these kinds of feelings. He had held the door for a woman just yesterday, while leaving the post office. When she met his eyes directly and raised her chin a bit as she thanked him, he felt a rush of something just as powerful. Serving wine or a glass of water to a female guest at a small gathering of friends sometimes excited him in the same ways. These sorts of interactions often brought out the strongest of physical sensations and excitements. They were usually the most interesting and arousing experiences to think about later.

Today he was going to visit the woman who had answered the ad he'd placed. They had met for coffee a couple of times after some on-line messaging and photo exchanges. To date they had mostly engaged in polite chat, background information, work stuff, small talk. There had not been any kind of allusion to kink or female led relationships. She was attractive, not slim but shapely and in shape, strong, intelligent, quick and smart as a whip. He liked her and was even a bit excited, feeling butterflies in the stomach at momentss when their eyes met. At their last coffee date they had discussed a few things, including the fact that she needed to get her firewood in for the coming winter but was having a time finding someone to help her finish the splitting and stacking. Now, Brad was no lumberjack but he had operated a splitting machine and could stack a pile of oak as well as anyone, or so he thought. He offered to help her and the offer was accepted, with an agreement to meet the following Saturday morning.

On arrival Brad was met as he approached the front door, Helen was already outside. As they exchanged polite hellos she offered him a large full iced water bottle she had already prepared and they proceeded to walk around to the rear of the house. Brad was surprised immediately at the enormity of the project. There were perhaps two cords worth of wooden rounds, not one of which was split. Several pallets were lined up against the brick and concrete retaining wall a short dstance from the back door.

"What do you think?", asked Helen and she went on, "I will be running some errands and visiting a friend. It will be nice to get this project completed this weekend and I expect that you are up to the task. If it is not finished today, I hope you'll find it convenient to help me again tomorrow and we can get this done and get it done soon".

Brad was a bit taken aback for just a moment, by the work load and by a seemingly new sort of authoratative tone in Helen's voice. This was going to be a lot of work. He had believed this was just going to be an easy morning of helpful, friendly effort at the most, followed by a nice lunch and another relaxed and friendly conversation with this woman whom he was becoming more and more interested in. She was smart and confident, competent. She had now just spoken very directly and in a no nonsense manner. He understood her. But, there was no hydraulic splitter here, only an 8 pound maul, a heavy axe and some iron wedges. He really didn't think he could do this in a day or even two.

However, her tone of voice and her direct, unyielding look as their eyes met made him feel very much like he wanted to do this for her. He now very much wanted to split wood all day and stack it. He was fantasizing already at the possibility that she would be pleased with him and his efforts, that somehow he could impress her and earn her approval. He very much wanted to do this for her now and do it well. His heart rate increased a little and he felt a bit flushed. Thank goodness he'd brought his gloves and a small chainsaw. If he shortened some of these rounds it would be easier going, he thought. Worse case scenario, he'd rent a splitter himself and haul it back out here tomorrow if need be. He was already eyeing the pallets to see how this load was going to stack.

As if she'd read his mind she smiled thinly but warmly and raised her head almost imperceptably but expectantly.

"Of course, Helen. I will get this done, no problem. Thank you for inviting me here. It's a very nice place you have."

"All right then, very good" she replied. She remained direct, firm and businesslike. This was not at all the same as the smiling, lighthearted coffee house chat. No. This was a different kind of conversation. "I will be back later this afternoon. Stay hydrated."