Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 22:41:02 -0500
From: I_am_His_Beloved
Subject: The Serenity of Servitude

The  Serenity of Servitude (M/F, F/F, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Toys, Consensual)
by  I_am_His_Beloved  2008
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The  Serenity of Servitude Chapter 1 - Princess Perky in Turmoil - A woman
grappling  with her emerging  submissiveness

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Tears  obscured Nicole's vision as she drove down the single lane highway
that  Wednesday night. The usually perky and bubbly DJ and Karaoke hostess
was  uncharacteristically miserable. She had held it together from Sunday
until now  and once she no longer had to hold things together and be perky and
friendly for  customers, she could not stop the tears.
Thankfully she was not going to a  gig but to a friend's house, her closest
friend as a matter of fact: Megan.  Nicole lived in a small prairie town
and Megan lived in an even smaller town, a  short distance down this single
lane highway. In this area, a fifteen minute  jaunt down the highway was
practically next door. That is why it was nothing for  Nicole to be driving, in
tears, at night down the highway to visit a friend.
Even though Megan was younger (26 to her 29) than she was, she always
seemed  to be the more mature one of the two. Nicole regularly went to Megan with
 problems in her life. Somehow Megan had a way of helping Nicole to feel
better,  and see things clearer. Nicole had doubts whether even Megan could
help this  latest pain go away.
Until Sunday Nicole's life had been going well,  blissful even; all that
came crashing down Sunday. Nicole had never been they  type of woman to let
men in close. After a single serious relationship had gone  bad ten years ago,
she has had a number of superficial relationships, but none  that touched
her heart; that is until John. John was the one man she truly let  into her
heart and her world eventually revolved around him.
Nicole met John  at one of her Karaoke gigs a little over a year ago. After
a few conversations  and some light flirting (nothing unusual for Nicole)
she agreed to go back to  his house and talk. He was not the type of guy that
she usually went for, but  something about John drew her to him. He was
selfish, self-centered (qualities  Nicole herself shared), but he was also
charming, friendly and of course,  confident. While it wasn't until a few weeks
later that they started  "officially" dating, Nicole started to lose her
heart to John that night. Nicole  spent every spare moment with him,
neglecting her business and friends. Her  focus instead was on what she could do for
him, how to make him happy.
All  that ended Sunday when John sat Nicole down and quite plainly broke up
with her.  He told her that she was disorganized, childish, emotionally
irrational and  clingy. In short form, it had stopped being fun for him. She
spent the better  part of an hour trying to convince him not to give up on
her; she could change,  could be better... whatever he wanted. Nothing Nicole
said moved or affected  John in the slightest. John added that they both knew
this relationship was  never meant to last. Nicole wanted kids and John, at
45 had already raised his  kids and had no desire to have more. Despite the
heartbreak of having this man  break up with her, her pride too suffered a
blow as it was usually she who ended  things... on her terms and in her own
time. In her humility Nicole begged him to  stay with her, and adding insult
to injury, none of this worked.
While the  break-up hurt Nicole it was not the real reason she was in such
turmoil. John's  reasons stuck with her and resonated within her, she knew
he was right. All of  her friends knew she was a bit of a scatterbrain, who
was constantly running  late. Her house was a disaster of disorganization.
Part of the success of her DJ  and Karaoke business was attributed to her "
Perky Teenager" act. The trouble was  that she had been putting on that act in
front of people for so long that even  she was unsure who the "real" Nicole
was.
Even worse was the fact that it  was now as if her eyes were finally opened
and she was seeing her life from an  objective point of view. When Nicole
had started her DJ and Karaoke business ten  years ago she wanted to be rich
by the age of 30. She saw it as a stepping stone  to her dreams of owning a
string of investment properties. Now, ten years later  she had a modest
amount of savings in the bank and two plots of land with two  dilapidated
trailers on them which were a long way from being habitable.
Where had her life gone so wrong? How could she have been treading water
for  the past ten years, getting nowhere? She was not the woman she used to
be, nor  who she wanted to be. Her world was in chaos and turmoil because she
had no idea  how she got where she was or how to get her life back on track.
On the  surface Nicole's was not all that bad: she was not broke, she owned
her own  house and she was in good shape physically. She was not into
drugs, rarely drank  to excess, watched what she ate, worked out on a regular
basis and ran daily.  All of this had given her the runner's body that the men
in the bars liked to  drool over. Her long, brown hair, Hazel eyes and
impish face only added to her  charms, combined with her "perky teenager act"
men didn't stand a chance. The  only thing Nicole disliked about her body was
her smallish breasts that came  part-and-parcel with the "Runner's Physique.
"
The screeching from the seat  beside her brought Nicole out of her
distracted funk. Looking around her she  noticed that it was her cell phone going
off. Answering it was not what she  wanted to do but she stifled her tears and
picked up the phone.
"Hi," Nicole  said curtly into the phone.
"Where are you?" Megan asked, out of curiosity  rather than concern, being
late was a given with Nicole.
"I'm about 20  minutes away from your house," Nicole said with a good
measure of hurt entering  into her voice.
"What's wrong," Megan said in a knowing tone of voice ending  with a sigh.
"John and I had a serious talk on Sunday," Nicole said, and had  to pause
to once again get a hold of her emotions.
"How serious was it?"  Megan asks, curious to know to what degree she
would have to patch Nicole  together again.
"Very . . . we broke up," Nicole said with a bit of a whiny  tone to her
voice.
"Oh, Lord," Megan sighed, "Well, put a stopper on the  waterworks, my kids
are still up. Once they're settled you can fall apart,"  Megan finished in
a compassionate tone of voice.
"Thanks," Nicole said with  a relieved tone of voice.
"Okay, see you in a bit," Megan said and hung up  the phone.
As Megan was hanging up the phone, Nicole heard Megan yell at her  kids in
her "Mom" tone of voice. That sent a shiver though Nicole and she almost
dropped the phone; instead she tossed it down on the seat beside her where it
 bounced onto the floor.
As Nicole pictured her friend disciplining her kids  she wondered what it
was that made Megan so different than her? Why did it seem  that Megan had
everything together and she didn't? Megan was a mother of four  kids: 2 boys,
age 8 and 6, and 2 fraternal twin girls age 4. Megan had gotten  involved
with the wrong guy at age 16 but it took 10 years and 4 kids before she
finally left him for good. Megan wasn't a stay at home mom either. She was a
manager at a local clothing store, worked 40 hours or more a week, was a single
 mom, and still somehow managed to keep her house clean, organized with
time left  over for creative projects as well as be a good girlfriend to those
who needed  her.
Perhaps it was the fact that Megan got up early. To Nicole getting up
early was waking up before 1:00pm. She worked the bars and the nightlife suited
her just fine. All this worrying and wondering would have to wait, for
Nicole  was now pulling up in front of Megan's trailer. It wasn't fancy but it
was  affordable and in a spacious quiet trailer park made it the two reasons
that  Megan lived here.
It was an older trailer which the owners had tried to  spruce up a bit, yet
on a budget. It was not fancy, yet it was not a dump. Three  small bedrooms
and one bathroom made up the back half of the trailer, the front  half was
divided equally between a living room area and a kitchen area. In the
kitchen was a small kitchen table pushed into a corner of the kitchen close but
not right up against the pass-through to the living room. The living room
had a  loveseat, a comfy chair with two small end tables along one wall. Along
the  opposite wall tightly packed together was an assortment of chest of
drawers,  cabinets and an entertainment centre, as well scattered around on
top of them  all were a few DVD organizers. The wall between these two walls
contained a  large window.
If you get the picture that Megan's place was cluttered or  disorganized
you couldn't be further from the truth. Everything had its place  and
everything was in its place. Neat, tidy and organized was how Megan kept her  home,
yet she had enough flexibility to allow her kids to be kids, (as long as
they cleaned up afterwards).
As for Megan herself, she had reddish-brown  hair that was quite thick and
perpetually in a body wave, naturally, and  reaching just past her
shoulders. Giving birth to 4 kids had taken its toll on  her body, yet not nearly as
bad as some of her friends. Megan still had the  hourglass figure of her
youth; she simply had few extra pounds evenly  distributed on it. The delight
of having a few extra pounds evenly distributed  about her body, however, was
that it gave her a generously proportioned set of  breasts, easily a D cup.
Her green eyes sparkled and lit up her cherub face when  she smiled, behind
her stylish glasses. She had a body and personality that was  just made for
cuddling up with.
As Nicole walked into the front door she was  attacked by four kids
screaming "AUNTIE NICKI" and once again Nicole "switched  on" and she was the "
perky teenager" once again. For the forty-five minutes  before the kids were
put to bed, Nicole played with those kids as if she was one  of them; one of
the reasons Megan's kids loved her so much. Eventually the kids  were tucked
in, all insisting to be tucked in by Mom and "Auntie Nicki."
As  Nicole sat down on the couch she breathed a sigh of relief, the kids
were now  asleep and it was just her and Megan. Nicole could now "Switch off"
and relax  and be herself once again. Megan was one of the very few people
that got to see  the real Nicole. Nicole fell apart and the tears flowed
freely as she collapsed  forward into the waiting arms of her best friend. Over
the next long while  Nicole cried as she opened up and told Megan
everything she was feeling after  the loss of John.
Megan listened to Nicole cry and talk, as she had done so  many times
before. This time seemed different, this time Megan picked up on  something she
had not been able to see before. It was only recently that she had  come to
terms with it within herself, and once she had embraced what she knew  was
within the core of her being, she was much happier. Megan suspected that she
and Nicole had this, seldom talked about thing in common: they both were
Submissive. The difference was that Megan had embraced her Submissive side and
 had found the right Dominant: Mark.
Interestingly enough it was Nicole who  introduced Megan to the man who was
now her Master. Nicole had met Mark three  years prior at a local community
group that meets once a week. Mark had pursued  Nicole and was unsuccessful
but they had developed a close friendship but they  were not as close as
her and Megan. Nicole always figured that Mark was looking  for an opening to
date her and was relieved when Megan and Mark hit it off.
What Nicole didn't know was that Mark was a Dominant who had not come to
terms with his Dominant side. Mark had always seen it as a "dark side" a
side  which only served to "subjugate" and "abuse" women. Megan was a
Submissive who  had not yet come to terms with her Submissive side, never trusting
her now  ex-husband Jack enough to explore that side of her personality
which, upon  reflection was what enabled her to take the years of mental and
emotional abuse.  After a few conversations skirting the issue of Domination
and Submission, and  one particular evening where a lot of alcohol had been
consumed, the inevitable  happened. They both opened up to each other and
explored the aspect of  themselves that they had tried to push away and deny was
there. That set the two  of them down a path to embracing their true selves
as Master and Slave.
Megan now could see that Nicole was a Submissive who probably didn't know
that she was a Submissive. Megan had picked up on a few hints that Nicole
had  said during her explanation of what had happened. Megan understood what
was  bothering Nicole was that she was a Submissive who felt lost without her
 Dominant. Even though neither John nor Nicole saw their relationship in
that  light, it did not mean that Nicole had not come to rely on him as her
Dominant.  In short she felt lost without having him to serve.
The dilemma that Megan  faced was that should she point this out to Nicole,
or just let Nicole discover  it on her own. Megan now knew that Nicole
would never really find peace until  she had come to terms with this aspect of
her nature. Discovering one's  Submissive side is generally done in private,
upon much reflection. Megan  decided that since she had some knowledge and
guidance to give in the area of  Submission, she had an obligation to help
her friend out.
"Can I ask you  some questions?" Megan asked at long last.
"Sure," Nicole replied.
Nicole was relieved that Megan was about to say something, for the longest
while Megan had just sat there and listened to Nicole talk. Nicole was all
cried  out now, and calmly sipping on her tea. This was what Nicole had come
here for,  Megan's guidance. Nicole hoped that Megan would know just what
to do to make  everything alright.
"So, you said you did things for him, what kids of  things did you do?"
Megan asked Nicole calmly.
"All kinds of things, cleaned  his house, did his dishes, generally helped
him out," Nicole replied, not sure  what this had to do with anything.
"Would you say that you did more things  for him, he did more things for
you, or was it equal?" Megan asked and sipped  her tea, to cover her eagerness
to hear Nicole's answer.
"I did more things  for him, I suppose . . . but it was my choice. I never
felt used or anything, if  that's what you're getting at," Nicole answered
in a slightly defensive tone.
"But why did you do these things for him? How did doing these things for
him  make you feel?" Megan asked and again sipped her tea.
"I just wanted to, I  guess. I liked taking care of him; it was just a way
to show him my love."  Nicole replied with a puzzled look on her face.
Inside Nicole wondered what was  so wrong with wanting to take care of her man.
"So, taking care of John made  you feel good?" Megan asked with a raised
eyebrow.
"Yeah," Nicole shrugged  and the expression on her face demanded some sort
of explanation for this line  of questioning.
"Were there any times that John told you to do something, not  asked, but
TOLD you to do something?" Megan asked, leaning forward just a little  bit.
"Sure," Nicole said an uneasy tone.
"Did you do what he said?"  Megan asked with an intrigued tone of voice.
"Yeah," Nicole asked as she  shifted in her chair, slightly embarrassed at
the admission.
"How did that  make you feel? Were you mad?" Megan asked with a smirk on
her face that she  tried hard to hide.
Nicole did not answer Megan's question but in her mind  she flashed back to
the first time John had raised his voice to her. They had  been dating for
a few months by then. John had been working on a particularly  hard project
in his workshop. Nicole had been hanging around wanting to help,  and had
been offering her "two cents worth" of advice. John was getting  frustrated
with both the project and Nicole's "nattering" as he called it at the  time.
John had said he was hungry, Nicole suggested they take a break, go into
the house side and have lunch. John responded by suggesting that she make him
 lunch and bring it out to him. Nicole laughed and tugged John's arm,
expecting  him to come with her into the house. When Nicole tugged on his arm,
John glared  up at Nicole and told her, sternly to make him lunch, and bring
it out to him.  Nicole instantly let go of his arm and did just that. Looking
back on it, it is  odd that Nicole didn't get angry for John's curt
attitude. When John  complimented her on the lunch, Nicole was pleased to know she
had made him  happy, at least in a small way.
"How did it make you feel? How did doing  what John TOLD you to do, make
you feel?" Megan asked again after Nicole had  remained silent, looking like
she was almost pouting.
"Look! I just did what  he said in order to make him happy!" Nicole
angrily snapped back.
"Have you  ever tried Submission?" Megan asked plainly.
"What?" Nicole asked in shocked  reply, not entirely sure what Megan
meant, nor where such an odd topic would  come from if it was what Nicole was
thinking.
"Have you ever experimented  with being dominated? Did you and John ever
experiment with  Domination/Submission? Have you ever played Submissive to his
Dominant?" Megan  asked as calmly as she could on the outside even if she
was nervous on the  inside.
"WHAT? NO!" Nicole stammered in shock. "That's disgusting! I would  never
do anything degrading like that!" she finished and stared at Megan in
utter disbelief.
"Don't think of it like that. It's not what you think."  Megan replies
with a furrowed brow.
"What are you saying? How can you defend  some woman groveling to a man?"
Nicole replied in shock and disgust.
"Because I am a Slave to a wonderful Master and it is not disgusting and I
never feel degraded at all!" Megan said in as convincing a manner as she
could  muster.
"WHAT! Does Mark know?" Nicole shrieked in shock.
"Who do you  think is my Master?" Megan replied in a dumbfounded look on
her face.
"MARK?" Nicole said and then burst out laughing.
Nicole found immense  humor out of the thought of her friend, Mark, the "
computer geek" as she saw him  trying to act like a "Macho Man." Nicole didn'
t laugh long as Megan did what was  second nature to her when anyone
disrespected her Master. Megan slapped Nicole  in the face and instantly Nicole
fell silent.
"Never speak of Master that  way!" Megan snapped as she stared angrily
into the shocked face of a silent  Nicole.
Megan went on to explain the symbiotic nature of their relationship.  She
explained that they each gave something to the other and each received
something from the other. Mark gave: Domination and guidance to Megan and in
return Megan gave Submission and service to him. They took care of each other
in  different yet equally important ways, all the while filling a basic need
the  other had.
Megan tried to explain how the things she did for Mark on a daily  basis
was not all that different than the things Nicole had done for John. Megan
tried her best to explain how close this had brought the two of them and that
they now felt complete and could truly be themselves. Nicole looked on in
shock  and horror as Megan explained what Nicole saw as a twisted
relationship between  two people who she felt she didn't know anymore.
"Megan, you don't need any  of this shit! I had no idea that Mark was just
like Jack. If this is how he has  twisted and corrupted your mind then
leave him!" Nicole urged Megan, not able to  keep silent anymore.
"Don't blame this on him! And Mark is nothing like  Jack! Mark is a Good
Dom and Jack was a Bad Dom!" Megan replied forcefully.
"'Good Dom?' How the fuck could there be such a thing as a good version of
a  person who walks all over you?" Nicole challenged.
"All Jack wanted was to  take from me. That's the mark of a Bad Dom. All
Mark wants to do is to give to  me. That's the mark of a Good Dom." Megan
replied in frustration.
"Megan,  you are a strong and confident woman who should never be walked
all over by any  man!" Nicole urged passionately as she reached out and held
Megan's hand.
"My  strength and confidence comes from my Master. It is only through
embracing that  I am a Submissive that I have found peace. It is only through my
service to my  Master that I feel complete and have become the strong and
confident woman that  I am." Megan said with conviction.
In response Nicole stared blankly back at  Megan, not sure of what to say.
Nicole was mostly disgusted by everything that  Megan had told her. Yet
there was a part of her that understood what Megan was  saying, that was the
most troubling part. Nicole was confused and felt she was  no closer to getting
the resolution she sought when she had come over here.  Nicole had just
about had her fill of this bizarre conversation and felt like  she had to get
this talk back on track.
"I'm glad you two are happy," Nicole  started out in a condescending
manner but had to pause to shake her head. "But  what does this have to do with
me?"
"Because, Nicole, what really is  bothering you is that you are a
Submissive woman who has just lost her Dominant.  This is compounded by the fact that
you don't even realize that you are in fact  a Submissive woman." Megan
explained with confidence and compassion.
"Now I  know that you're full of shit! There is no way that I would have
the slightest  inclination to do any of that BULLSHIT!" Nicole scoffed in
disgust and stormed  out of the house.
"Oh yeah, defiantly a Submissive in denial," Megan said to  herself.
Megan pondered on the events of the evening. Perhaps she told Nicole  too
much too soon; it is a lot to absorb at once. Nicole can be a silly little
thing though, and if she does come around it will have to be handled
carefully.  One thing was for certain though, if Nicole continued to treat Megan the
way she  had she would not be welcome in Megan's life. With that resolve,
Megan finished  tidying up and went to bed.
Nicole was in no better a state than she had been  before she visited
Megan. For the rest of the week Nicole kept a low profile  with Megan and Mark,
not knowing how to relate with either of them at this  moment. Try as she
might, Nicole wasn't able to see a solution to the  life-questions that swirled
around in her head. Nagging at her was the  conversation she had had with
Megan and Megan's accusation that she, Nicole, the  ultimate "modern woman"
was a Submissive! The most aggravating thing was that a  small part of her
thought Megan might be right but Nicole ignored that part of  herself,
writing it off to chaos and confusion that her life was currently in.
When Nicole walked into the community meeting that next Monday night (late
as usual) she got quite a shock when she saw Mark standing there talking to
 another member of the group. The last people she wanted to see right now
was  either Megan or Mark. It was not odd to see Mark at a community meeting;
in fact  it would be odd not to see Mark at the community meetings.
Nicole stood  there in just inside the doorway and looked over her good
friend whom she felt  somehow betrayed by. Nicole tried to see if she could see
some telltale sign of  what she now knew to be true about him. He had
always been a good man: caring,  giving, compassionate and a good friend. He wasn'
t bad to look at, but he wasn't  overly handsome, either. Mark stood a
little short for a man at 5'6 but had the  broad shoulders and solid figure of a
stocky build. His hair was buzzed short  and the bald patch on the top of
his head had always been there, as long as she  had known him. Likewise his
glasses had always been a part of him.
It was  his glasses along with his keen mind and training in computers that
had garnered  him the label of "computer geek" from her. Nicole didn't
know how to relate to  him, as that label didn't seem to fit him. For one thing
Mark seemed more  confident, more sure of himself than she had known him to
be in the past.  Perhaps it was just her own perceptions of Mark were
changing and not Mark,  himself. This thought was the most distressing thought of
all for  Nicole.
Even though Nicole barely spoke two words to Mark all night, he never  left
her thoughts. For the remainder of the meeting Nicole watched Mark, trying
to figure out what made him tick. It was her thought, that if she could
discover  his secret, then she could help Megan see Mark for the controlling
jerk he was.  On some level she still wanted to be his friend, she didn't hate
him, just what  he was doing to Megan.
All of this attention focused on Mark made Nicole  acutely away of Mark's
needs that night. Those needs she took care of, almost on  a subconscious
level, her mind was distracted by thoughts of how twisted Mark  was. What she
did was never anything large or noticeable. When his throat  sounded dry, she
poured him a glass of water. When his pen ran out of ink, she  fetched him
another pen. It was these little things that she did without  thinking of,
or being asked. A small part of Nicole took pride and pleasure in  taking
care of Mark, even if in small ways.
Oddly enough even Nicole didn't  realize what she was doing or why. It wasn'
t until she was on her way home that  the though hit her that she was
actually "serving" Mark and liking it! The  thought hit her so hard and shocked
her so much that she almost swerved off the  road. Nicole panicked at the
mere thought that perhaps there was a chance that  Megan was right! Nicole
pushed that thought out of her mind and continued on  home.


The Serenity of Servitude Chapter  2
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Megan  welcomed Mark home after the meeting, and they chatted about their
respective  days while Megan finished up the dishes. Mark was in a frustrated
mood after the  meeting, and explained to Megan why he was so irritated.
"It's that damn  Nicole," Mark began with a grumble.
"What she do this time?" Megan asked as  she rolled her eyes.
"She's always running late and never has her act  together. She seems to
float through, thinking that everyone will pick up the  slack for her,
because she acts like a cutie-pie. The most frustrating thing is  that it works!"
Mark grumbled and walked down the hall towards the bathroom,  leaving Megan
to ponder his words.
Nicole may have been successful in  pushing that thought away that night
but time and again over the next week her  thoughts drifted to the
conversation that she had had with Megan and the strange  way she had behaved at the
community meeting. Nicole even thought about her life  and career: she was a
hostess. She played music, talked to people, and did what  it took to make
them happy and she took great pride in joy in doing so.
It  was during a typical bar gig that Nicole watched the interaction
between an  overbearing man and a mousy little woman and saw that both of them
were happy.  Nicole realized that it didn't matter what others thought, all
that mattered was  that people loved each other and made each other happy.
Since Nicole was happy  taking care of people at her gigs, perhaps she could be
happy taking care of a  man, like Megan had described.
Still, it was not something she could accept,  just yet, but the she had to
admit that the idea did appeal to some increasingly  vocal part of her that
wouldn't be silenced. She still had more questions than  answers, and
needed help sorting it all out. Begrudgingly she realized that she  would have to
go back to Megan and apologize. While this was not something she  was
looking forward to, the help and guidance that she needed was worth the
sacrifice of her pride.
A shrill sound jarred Megan out of the novel she was  reading, and with a
sigh she left the book to check the Caller ID. Noting  Nicole's number she
answered it warily." If you're calling to lecture and  complain about who I
am, I'm not in the mood." Megan spoke tersely into the  phone.
As Megan and Nicole had always shared a special closeness in their  years
of friendship; the coldness in Megan's voice startled her. Realizing the
hurt she had caused her friend Nicole spoke carefully." I was wondering if I
can  come out and talk to you."
"It's getting late, but I can talk for a little  while. It's 9:00 now. If
you're not here by 9:30 don't bother coming out." Megan  said in a
commanding tone, thus setting a guideline she was sure Nicole could  not meet.
"I won't be late." Nicole replied, feeling contrite with the  distance
between herself and her closest friend.
"Fine. See you shortly  then." With that abrupt comment Megan hung up on
Nicole.
Looking around her  living room in a moment of panic, Nicole realized she
had to hurry as it was a  15 minute drive to get to Megan's house in the next
town. Quickly gathering up  her jacket, phone and keys, Nicole hopped in
her truck and headed out of town. A  semi truck hauling some large piece of
equipment was slowly moving up the  highway, backing up traffic. Nicole joined
the long line of cars, hoping for an  opportunity to pass as she watched
the numbers on the dashboard mark the passage  of time.
With each passing minute getting closer to the deadline Megan had  imposed
Nicole felt her agitation growing. Thought of her friends displeasure
swirled in her mind, with increasing worry about being late. Realization hit her
like a brick when it dawned on her that it wasn't so much being late that
worried her as she was late ALL the time... it was being late after Megan
had  TOLD her not to be. Fast on the heels of this revelation came the thought
that  this was just one more piece of evidence that Megan was right.
Finally able  to pass the lumbering semi, Nicole pushes the limits of her
truck and arrived at  Megan's house at 9:31. Timidly she knocked on the door.
Megan opens the door  with a steely gaze. "You're late." The displeasure
in her voice was evident.  Megan has known Nicole for 10 long years and like
John had grown tired of  Nicole's selfish ways.
Nicole stood trembling on the porch as her long time  friend looked at her.
"Please may I come in. I really want to talk to you about  what you
mentioned last time I was out. I'm sorry I was late, there was a big  truck moving
something on the highway and it held up the traffic. I really tried  to be
here on time and..." Nicole's words dwindled off when she realized she was
rambling and that it was not having any effect on Megan.
They stood in  silence for a moment before Megan spoke. "What does it mean
to be on  time?"
"It shows respect." Nicole meekly answered.
"And if punctuality  shows respect what does lateness show?" Megan asked
with an edge to her  voice.
"Disrespect... but that wasn't what I meant to do. I didn't mean to
disrespect you, I was just..." Again her words trailed away when she saw the
look on her friends face.
"If you can't respect me enough to be on time then  there is nothing I can
teach you. And since you disapprove of Mark and I then  there is no reason
for you to be here after the allowed time to visit." Megan  spoke coldly to
the once treasured friend who had now lost the little respect  Megan once
had for her.
"I am sorry. And I don't exactly disapprove... I just  don't understand.
But I am willing to try to understand, and I would like to  discuss it with
you. Please." On the last word came a contrite tremble to  Nicole's voice.
Hearing the hint of submissiveness in Nicole's voice Megan  smiled, and let
her friend into the house. The groundwork had been laid, now it  was time to
see where it led.
Nicole removed her coat and kicked off her  shoes at the door. Intending to
leave them where they lay until she saw the look  on Megan's face. Putting
her shoes on the rack, and hanging up her coat she  followed Megan into the
Living room where they each sat down to talk.
"I have  to work in the morning and I have to get the kids off to school.
So let's make  this brief. I don't have the luxury of sleeping till noon."
Megan conveyed with  her tone she was not in the mood for any of Nicole's
antics.
"I've been  thinking." Nicole started nervously.
"About?" Megan asked in the same cold  tone.
"About the things you said... About being a Submissive." Nicole's words
belied the embarrassment she felt.
"Have you now," Megan replied  dryly.
"Yes... And I'm afraid you might be right." Nicole's voice trembled
slightly.
"Might? Is that all or do you feel anything else?" Megan asked  kindly,
fully understanding the turmoil that comes before embracing something  you've
denied for so long.
"I'm also afraid... And I'm worried." Nicole  replied, relieved her
friend was speaking to her in a more pleasant tone of  voice.
"Why?" Megan's tone encouraged Nicole to continue.
"My life is a  mess. I haven't made any progress in growing my business,
nor in developing my  rental properties. The trailers are still a wreck and I'
ve had them for years  now. I just lost John and I love him so much. There'
s this huge distance between  us now, Between Mark and I also. I just don't
know what to think anymore about  either of you." Nicole began trying to
explain the maelstrom of thoughts  swirling inside her mind.
"Be careful how you speak of Mark and I. I won't  tolerate the same
behavior as the last time you were here." Megan spoke  curtly.
Realizing how precarious her friendship with Megan was at the moment
Nicole spoke quickly. "Oh no... that's not what I meant. Simply that all I
thought I knew seems to be changing and I'm not sure how to handle it... even my
 perceptions of myself." Nicole finished meekly.
"Really... how so?" Megan  asked curiously, with a knowing smile.
"I've noticed a tendency to serve in  my life. I do what I can to make
people happy at work, through my job. I was  happiest when I was doing
something for John to make him happy. I like to do  things for people... most of the
time, if it doesn't conflict with what I want.  It is things like that that
make me think you could be right... but on the other  hand I've had to
admit that John was right about a few things. I am selfish, and  childish. I
want things my way, and I'm bossy. Those are dominant traits. I just  don't
know who I am anymore. How can I have traits of both if I'm a Submissive?"
Nicole finished with a confused look on her face.
"Now that you mention John,  I have another question for you. What drew you
to him in the first place? What  are some of his qualities as a person?"
Megan asked trying to help her friend  understand what she was inside.
Nicole reflected on the past for a moment in  silence before answering "
Well he's handsome, charming, smart, funny, confident,  self employed and
relatively well off." Nicole replied wondering where this was  going.
"Confident?" Megan asked in a teasing voice.
"Yes, he has something  about him that makes it seem like he has it all
under control," Nicole replied  even more confused.
"You forgot to mention that he is also selfish, and  sarcastic, and
arrogant... but never mind that for now. His confidence drew you  to him among
other things, right? That is because he is a Dominant. Your  submissive side was
searching for a Dom, whether you consciously realize it or  not. It is a
part of you, deep inside at the core. I've always had it but only  realized it
recently. For some Domination and Submission is just a game they  sometimes
play. But for others it is more than just bedroom games. The ones that
play at it have not come to terms with their true selves just yet. They may
never fully grasp it. For some they are too scared, or shy, or just plain in
denial. However, until they embrace it there will always be this yearning
inside  for something they are afraid to even name, let alone reach out for."
Megan  spoke gently to her friend.
"That makes sense... sort of." Nicole uneasily  replies while blushing
furiously.
"You asked how you can be a Sub while  having dominant traits. Well I ask
you, would you have characterized me as a  Sub? On one hand I have been "
trained" by my parents, teachers, and my ex to be  obedient; to do as I'm told
and that their will overrules mine. I like to do  things for others, even at
my own expense. I have always desired to please  others. It is these
aspects of me that were the beginning of my Submissiveness.  On the other hand I
am a Mom which is a dominant position if there ever was one.  Plus I'm the
Manager of my store. I organize and keep order in both my home and  my work.
In those aspects yes I am dominant. However there is a difference  between
acting and being. I can act dominant when it's necessary but that  doesn't
change the fact that I am a Sub." Megan finished with a satisfied smile,
noting the look of understanding beginning to creep across Nicole's  face.
"But how do you know that I am a Sub when I have so many Dominant  traits?
I can see how you see yourself that way, but I can't wrap my head around
that view for myself. I have too much self respect to grovel for anyone."
Nicole  replied defiantly, trying to deny that Megan's words rang true.
"Well, you  said yourself that you loved serving John, even when he was
less than nice about  asking for things. You also said that in your work, which
you love, you spend a  great deal of time and energy making people happy.
You like to please people.  Plus you admitted that I am right. You are a
Submissive, period." Megan spoke  decisively
"When did I admit it!? I said you `might' be right!" Nicole  sputtered
indignantly.
"You were only one minute late today. When was the  last time you were
within a half an hour of being on time, let alone one minute  late? And why was
that? It was because I TOLD you to be here by 9:30. Plus look  at your
behavior at the door. Look how you conducted yourself." Megan replied
confidently.
Megan sat back with a smug smile. Nicole's brow furrowed with
concentration as many thoughts and emotions swarmed across her mind. Could it  be... was
Megan right... no matter how she tried to deny it, something deep  inside
her was calling out, recognizing the truth. Leaving Nicole to argue with
herself (knowing full well how futile it was to deny the truth) Megan went out
for a smoke. When she was done Megan returned to the living room to find
Nicole  still pondering over this new found sense of peace.
With a calm voice she  turned to Megan and asked "How did you know for
you... that you were a  Sub?"
"It's not as simple as knowing, nor is it something you should just  jump
into. For so long I was looking... looking for something I didn't even know
I was searching for. I only realized that I had been searching for
something  once I found it. And what I found changed my life. It was something so
subtle  and yet so important, IT is a part of me inside, at the core, who I
REALLY am.  And now, finally, I know what I was missing, why I was unhappy...
because now,  that I have accepted it...admitted it... embraced it... I am
happy, I feel  complete. It has been a journey of taking baby steps. The
first boyfriend I  really loved was a Dominant in bed. We explored light
bondage, and I found I  enjoyed it. The feeling being dominated gave me was very
erotic but it also  brought a sense of something more, a peace that I was
coming close to but had  not reached yet." Megan paused to gauge her friend's
reactions... noting Nicole  was listening intently she continued.
"After I took each step, I found myself  wanting to do more... I hadn't
found the something missing yet. Each time I  pushed back the boundary of what
I was comfortable with, in regards to  submission, the further I wanted to
push that boundary. With Jack I couldn't  trust him enough to explore those
feelings. However with Mark the trust is  there. Together we pushed the
boundaries in small steps beyond the bedroom and  now I've found the `something'
 that I was missing... I'm at peace." Megan said  in a knowing and sage
manner.
"So you think the confusion I'm feeling is  because I'm denying that side
of me? How will it change me?" Nicole asked  fearfully.
"You will change only for the better my dear, only for the better.  The
confusion will leave. You will regain a sense of purpose. It is very
empowering." Megan says with a smile.
"Empowering?" Nicole pounces on the  last word... sure that this will make
her friend admit that it's all a lie. This  is her last hope before
accepting the inevitable.
"Yes. It's empowering. I  know that seems like an oxymoron... how can a
Slave be empowered by service? I  know that doesn't seem to make much sense
but its true. I have always searched  for approval, my submissiveness needs
that. I never felt that I was good enough  to be loved. Now I know I am, but
more than that, I know My Master will stand  with me and face anything. With
him there is nothing I cannot do. This is the  security and faith I have
found with him," Megan tries to explain.
Megan  further illustrated this point by reciting both the "Master's Creed"
 and the  "Slave's Creed."

The "Master's Creed" is a Master's promise to his Slave.

*** The Master's Creed ***
=======================================
I  am your Master, and you are my Slave.


Because,

I Dominate, you Submit.
I Command, you Obey.
I Lead, you  Follow.


Though,

I will be Unwavering in my Protection.
I will be Careful with my  Strength.
I will be Wise with my Guidance.
I will be Fair with my  Discipline.
I will be True with my Nurturing.
I will be Unceasing with my  Love.

Yet at times,

My Actions may seem Strange.
My Motives may seem Unclear.
My Orders  may seem Frightening

But,

Trust in me to know what's best.
Trust in me to look out for  you.
Trust in me to never betray you.
Just trust in me and Obey

Because,

I am your Master, and you are my Slave.


The "Slave's Creed" is her promise to her Master.


*** The Slave's Creed  ***
=======================================
You are my Master, and I am  your Slave.

I exist only to serve you.
I desire only to please you.
Use my body  for your pleasure.
Do with me what you will.

But please . . .

Protect me with you strength.
Guide me with your discipline.
Nurture  me with your love.

And I will . . .

Follow you faithfully, and obey you without question.

Because . . .

You are my Master, and I am your Slave.


As understanding finally crosses Nicole's face Megan continues. "You  see,
it is a special bond, in which we take care of each other."
"Hmm, so  you're saying this is something I can try out and see if I like
it?" Nicole  replied with an uneasy manner.
"You are at a crossroads right now. You feel  lost without John, because
you miss your Dom. You can choose to explore your  submissive side, or you can
refuse to. Ultimately the choice is up to you."  Megan says poignantly and
looks at Nicole, waiting for a response.
"But how  would I go about finding a `good' Dom in the first place? I know
you have Mark  and that's great for you... but this isn't exactly
something you take out a  personal ad for you know!" Nicole quips.
"You wouldn't find one like Mark  anywhere that's for sure!" Megan
replies proudly.
Nicole snorts "That's good  for you, but what about me?"
Megan calmly replies "I know someone who would  be a great Dom to you. He
would treat you wonderfully. And then you would  finally have the Peace you
seek through Submission."
"Really? Who?" Nicole  asks curiously.
"Well..." bracing for another outburst Megan replies "since  I realize how
rare and special my Master is, I have agreed to let him take on  other
women as Slaves, in order to give them the Calming Serenity of Servitude  to him.
"
Nicole blinks her eyes at her friend, her jaw slack with disbelief.  After
a few moments of silence Nicole speaks slowly "You mean you're willing to
share him... and this is OKAY with you...What the hell are you  thinking?!"
With amusement at her friends shock Megan replies "I just know  how
wonderful he is and how much he can help others. Why should I deny another  woman
like you the same happiness I have. Men like Mark are few and far between,
and there are far too many unhappy women out there. If you look hard enough
you  may find a `good' Dom but most are like my ex... and John... selfish
and  uncaring, wanting only to take and unwilling to give. I am lucky to have
Mark as  my Master and I want to help others find the same joy I have...
that is if  they're worthy."
The last words of this speech fall on deaf ears, as yet  again Nicole has
breached her comfort level with this new information. Terrified  she rushes
out of the door desperate for time to process this new information  and try
to get back into her comfort zone.
Try as she might sleep eluded  Nicole that evening as she warred with
herself over this new insight. She  recalled how `normal' Mark and Megan's
relationship seemed to be. Sure, Megan  cleaned Marks house, and got him things
when he asked, sometimes before he even  made the request... but she had done
the same things for John. And she knew that  the other more intimate
aspects of their life together were wonderful. Even  without any details there was
no mistaking the satiated look in Megan's eyes now  and again. Megan seemed
happy, not depressed and downtrodden like she was when  she was still
married to Jack. Is it possible that just because Megan was Mark's  Slave, it didn
't mean that she was being abused? Could Nicole's preconceptions  of
Domination and Submission be nothing more than stereotypical overreactions?
Nicole shook her head as though trying to clear away those thoughts. Even if
Nicole was ok with the idea of being a Slave... being dominated like Megan
is...  How could she share a man... more to the point they were talking about
Mark for  Pete's sakes!
Finally, around 3 am, the emotional drain of the war inside her  won out
and the sweet oblivion of sleep descended over her. But her sleep was  not to
be peaceful. Her slumber was haunted by images of her life, from  childhood
right up to present day. She recalled moments when she had been  deferential
to those in authority and praised for her obedience by those  asserting
their power over her. She smiled in her sleep, remembering the pride  and
pleasure the kind words of praise had given her when spoken to her by  teachers,
friends, siblings, even her parents and managers. But then the dreams  took
a darker, more erotic turn...
In her dream she found herself on a ship,  hands bound in front of her in
leather cuffs, scantily clad with a heavy iron  collar around her neck.
Attached to the large ring on the collar was a sturdy  chain. Nicole's eyes
follow the chain to the other end and realize it is held by  a masked man dressed
in sailor garb. His pants flap in the light breeze and his  bare chest
glistens in the sunlight. He crosses the deck reeling in the chain as  he
approaches her. The other men on the ship defer to him as he passes by them,  his
boots rapping out his steps with authority.
He stops before Nicole and  his presence is so powerful, it is humbling,
and Nicole sinks to her knees in  its wake. Then she notices someone kneeling
beside her and with a shock  recognizes Megan. The masked man speaks softly
but with great power underlying  every word. "That's right my pretty one,
kneel before your Master." A great wave  of desire sweeps through her with
those words. So strong is her lust in response  to his domination that it is
plain for all to see shining in her eyes. Beside  her Megan chuckles softly
and murmurs in her ear. "See... I told you... this is  what you are. This is
what you want... THIS is what you need. You ARE a  Slave."
Nicole moans in her sleep as the desire sweeps through her in the  dream.
The masked man runs his fingers through her long hair, wrapping them in  the
auburn locks, then pulling slightly to tilt her face up to look at him. At
the feeling of being MADE to look up Nicole moaned in pleasure. "What do you
 want Slave?" A delightful shiver runs through her with the word "Slave".
Nicole's voice quivers with need as she replies "I want only to serve
you... to  pleasure you... in whatever way you ask of me." He then pulled her
closer to his  stomach and she took the hint, kissing his abdomen, savoring
the salty taste of  his skin. As she kissed lower she felt the bulge of his
cock pushing at her. She  reached out to touch him, the need to please this
man who exuded total control  over her in a way that was almost overwhelming.
The sharp pain on her cheek  as he backhanded her came as a shock to her.
She almost lost her balance and  toppled over but the taut chain attached to
her collar still held by his hand  kept her from falling. Megan was laughing
softly at her. Nicole didn't  understand what she had done wrong. "Why did
you hit me? I sought only to  pleasure you!" Nicole asked in a confused
voice. "You were not granted  permission to have the delight of pleasuring me."
 His commanding voice brought  another flood of juices to her already wet
pussy.
"Beloved" the one word was  more of a command than a name, but
nevertheless Megan responded to it  immediately. "Yes Master?" she asked happily. "Why
don't you show this novice  how it is done?" He said in a jovial tone. "
Master... May I worship you...  please?" The need in Megan's voice
illustrated her growing desires. The Master  chuckled softly and with great pride said
"That's right, my Beloved Slave...  yes. You may worship me as a reward
for your devotion." He then pulled Megan in  closer by her collar and she set
about to continue where Nicole unwillingly left  off. Her lips ticked his
skin as she skimmed over his hot flesh, teasing him  with a preview of what
was to come. Megan's tongue encountered the cold steel of  his belt buckle and
set about to open it with her tongue.
With this display  only inches from her face, Nicole was ever increasingly
turned on. Nicole  watched as Megan's talented tongue worked the belt free
of its clasp and began  to open the buttons of the Masked Master's trousers.
Realizing that Megan's  hands were cuffed in back Nicole was impressed with
her friend's dexterity and  determination. With deft motions Megan soon had
his pants open and began  savoring the treat she found inside. Nicole
watched with growing frustration.  She too wanted to please this wonderfully
dominant man standing oh so close.  Finally need overcame pride and she pleaded
with the Master "Please Master... I  need to taste you." He didn't appear to
hear her. She tried again a little  louder... "Master please let me take
you into my mouth I want to taste you so  much."
"Such insolence..." the Master replied shaking his head. "That kind of
behavior will earn you a whipping if you don't be careful. I give few
warnings,  so heed this one. There won't be another. Now be quiet." At the thought
of being  whipped by this virile dominant male drove her desire almost to a
fever pitch.  Realizing that what she wanted or needed didn't matter... she
would derive great  pleasure simply from knowing she had pleased him. Nicole
struggled to remember  what words her friend had used "Master... May I
worship you... please?" She  braced for another hit, as she had not remained
quiet as told, but instead  sighed with relief as he pulled out of Megan's
mouth and turned towards her.  Megan's saliva coated him like the dew on grass
in the morning but Nicole didn't  hesitate one moment. She slowly took his
length into her mouth, marveling over  the feel of him like steel covered
velvet.
His hips began to move slowly in  time with her mouth, as she swirled her
tongue around his sensitive head. She  had never felt as peaceful as at this
moment, kneeling before her Master  pleasuring him with her mouth. She felt
peaceful yet incredibly horny. He  caressed her face gently before pulling
her hair to bring his cock deeper into  her mouth. Just as the telltale
pulsing began in his sac signaling the impending  orgasm, he demanded she look up
at him. "Look into my eyes as I cum my Slave."  It was a tone of voice she
could not deny and titled her face up to him. He  removed his mask and she
saw his face for the first time as wave after wave of  semen crashed across
her tongue she recognized the face of her Master.
With a  scream Nicole woke up to find she had 2 fingers inside herself, her
hand soaked  in her juices and so horny she couldn't stand it. Before she
could stop and  think desire took over and she quickly brought herself to
another earthshaking  orgasm. As the orgasmic glow faded and her hormones
returned to normal, with it  came rational thought. And the memory of the
incredibly vivid dream... And the  identity of the man she had willingly knelt
before in servitude. Tears of  confusion blurred her vision, and though blurry,
the clock was still readable.  She had slept only 3 hours.
After she had run out of tears she resigned  herself to the fact that no
more sleep was to be had that night. Unsure if she  really wanted to return to
sleep again in case the dream continued she got up,  got dressed and set
out for a nice long run. As night faded and the sun greeted  the world, all
was bathed in a beautiful glow, but Nicole was trying to outrun  her thoughts
and feelings and noticed none of the beauty of the new  day.
Eventually, Nicole could run no longer and so she returned to her house,
sweaty, tired but still refusing to sleep. After a quick shower and some
coffee  to refresh herself she decides to keep busy, in hopes of staving off the
damn  dream from invading her waking thoughts. Nicole worked at a slow, yet
steady  pace as she sifted through the mountain of filing and other
business related  paperwork she had been neglecting. The usually perky and pleasant
Nicole was  quite grouchy and prickly that day and so it was a good thing
she was alone, as  there was no one, other than her cat to take her
frustrations out on.
That  evening Nicole didn't have any gigs scheduled, and perhaps that was a
good  thing, as she was too tired grumpy and confused to be her regular
bubbly self.  But it was a bad thing too, for it meant that there was nothing
to take her mind  off of the dream. Afraid to go to sleep for fear her dreams
will take her back  to that ship, Nicole stays awake as long as she can,
but eventually sleep  claimed her, as she slumped over on her couch, watching
late-night television.
Nicole's fears were realized when her dreams did return her to that ship,
that night and every night. Awaking after just a few hours of sleep, as the
dawn  was greeting the new day. Upon waking, her calm and rational self
would reflect  on the previous night's dream, and the things she did in that
dream, and would  be horrified, unable to accept it. The soaked sheets each
morning however, told  her that not all of her hated the repeating dream. It
was as if Nicole were  living two lives, DJ and Karaoke hostess by day and
ship-board Slave by night.  Each time she slept she returned to the ship, each
time she was dominated in her  dreams, the less shocking it became to her
through the comfort of the dream  world. By the end of a week, images from her
dreams started to play in the back  of her mind during her waking hours as
well.
Nicole awoke from the dream yet  again one morning a little over a week
later, just as an orgasm hit her. When  Nicole calmed down and realized to her
horror that she had actually cum in her  sleep from that damn dream, she
knew the dreams had to go. Throwing on some  clothes, she grabbed her keys and
stormed out of her house.
Nicole knew what  she had to do to get rid of the dreams; she had to
confront the source of these  dreams: Megan. She didn't know how her friend had
done it, but Nicole was  convinced that somehow Meagan was doing this to her.
Nicole pulled out of her  driveway and sped down the road she gripped the
wheel tightly and gritted her  teeth. All of the anguish and frustration that
a week's worth of unwelcome and  disturbing dreams now had a target to
fixate on, and that woman would pay,  friend or no.


The Serenity of Servitude Chapter 3 - Megan's  Initiate
============================================================================

The  sun shines in the window on this early Friday morning as Mark releases
Megan's  cuffs from the bed frame. He can't help but grin with
satisfaction as he dresses  for work. Megan has the day off and her kids are at their
dad's today so she has  no immediate obligations. Contentment radiates from
her as she stretches and  snuggles back under the covers, planning to sleep
another hour or so.
"Thank  you Master. What a wonderful way to wake up." Megan said with a
smile. Mark  returned to her side for one last kiss from his Slave before
heading off to  work.
"Sleep well, Beloved. I will see you later. Have a good day." he spoke
gently as Megan's eyes were already beginning to close.
Mark backed out of  the drive way and headed off to the city to work. As he
turned onto the highway,  a familiar black truck passed him heading into
the little town both he and Megan  lived in.
"Couldn't be Nicole, its way too early for her to be out and  about," Mark
muttered to himself as he shook his head while completing the turn  onto
the highway. Figuring it was just a similar vehicle, not the one belonging  to
their friend.
A loud banging startled Megan out of her doze. With some  effort she
focused her mind enough to realize it was the door. Shrugging into  her housecoat
and tying the belt on the way Megan went to see who was here.  Megan holds
her housecoat tightly closed as she cracks the door open, which was  still
being pounded on. Megan was surprised to see Nicole standing there a  little
after 7 in the morning. Blinking away the remnants of the sleep that she
almost had, Megan tried to wake up.
"I figured you were here after there was  no answer on your door. Now let
me in! You have some explaining to do you...  you.... WITCH!" Nicole hissed
angrily as she pushed Megan gently out of the way  and walked into Mark's
house. Slightly reeling from the vehemence of Nicole's  words Megan stepped
back and after Nicole was inside, shut the door, and then  went in search of
some caffeine. The slight push had loosened Megan's hold on  her housecoat and
while it was not exposing anything private, it was gaping  slightly. Nicole
watched silently, mouth open, while Megan got a cup of  coffee.
Nicole was staring at her friend in complete shock. When Megan had  reached
out for the coffeepot her sleeve slid up and exposed a black leather
bracelet... complete with silver buckle and ring. And now that the front of the
housecoat wasn't gathered so closely Nicole could see a matching collar
around  her friend's neck. Nicole slumped into a nearby chair, trying to process
this  normal sight of Megan drinking her coffee looking totally at ease
while wearing  a collar and cuffs.
"Ok. Try again now that I'm a little more coherent. Why  are you here this
early? Did you stay up all night again? And did you call me a  witch?"
Megan asked groggily.
"No..." Nicole stammered, "I slept already... I  woke up at 6:00 AM and..."
"6:00 AM..... YOU.... you got up at 6:00 AM... are  you feeling okay?"
Megan said with a surprised laugh.
"Yes, I got up early!  Not that I wanted to! It's been like this all
week... and it's all YOUR fault!"  Nicole snarled petulantly, still staring at
Megan's collar.
"My fault.... how  do you figure that one? What is going on here? Why are
you looking at me like  that anyways?" Megan asks curiously.
"What is that around your neck and  wrists?" Nicole asks reluctantly.
"What does it look like? It's my collar and  cuffs. I always wear them
when I'm home, without outside company." Megan answers  in a matter of fact
voice.
Nicole shakes her head, muttering to herself, "I  knew I shouldn't have
asked," and then continues in a louder voice. "And it IS  your fault I can't
sleep. I've barely slept 4 hours a night all week. I try to  stay up as long
as I can to avoid that damn dream, but it always comes anyways  and then I
wake up around dawn and I am too afraid it'll come back to try to  sleep
more. I'm exhausted and miserable and I can't take it anymore. YOU started
the dream.... YOU figure out how to get rid of it. I need peace!" Nicole is
almost hysterical by this point. The lack of sleep and increasing desires
sparked by the dream has pushed her to the edge of her limits.
"What dream? I  honestly have no idea what you're talking about Nicky...
please... calm down and  explain what's going on." Megan speaks in a
soothing tone.
Megan starts out  with a puzzled and concerned expression, but as Nicole's
account of the dream  that is plaguing her sleep continues, amusement slowly
spreads across Megan's  face. Nicole is blushing harder and harder as she
recounts the dream and how it  made her feel... but upon reaching the point
where the Master removes his mask  Nicole hesitates. Megan has a good idea
who it was in Nicole's dream but wants  Nicole to admit it.
"Oh come on, don't leave me hanging... who was it?"  Megan demands in an
excited voice which matches the shimmer in her eyes.
"Mark," was all Nicole said.
Nicole's one word answer conveyed all the  shame, frustration and
embarrassment that had welled up inside her. Fully  expecting to be thrown out for
fantasizing about her friend's man Nicole was  surprised by Megan's reply.
"Well what happened next?" Megan asked  curiously.
Nicole looked up at her friend and in a shocked voice whispered  "It doesn'
t bother you that I had a kinky dream about your boyfriend?"
"No,  why should it? I understand how wonderful my Master is, that's why I'
m willing  to help some other poor miserable woman find peace through
service just like I  have... so go on... what happened next?" Megan asks eagerly.
Nicole shakes her  head in confusion, but continues her tale.
"Not much, I wake up with a  scream, but feeling very horny, sometimes I
masturbate after... last night I  actually came in my sleep... This has got to
stop. Whatever you did to implant  these thoughts in my head... fix it! It'
s starting to become a daydream too! I  can't go on like this. I'm barely
sleeping and so agitated during the day.  Please Megan... Help me.... I need
peace!" Nicole pleads.
"Nothing I can do  to help... It was Nothing I did to cause it either. It'
s you Nicole. Your  submissive side is trying to tell you something. It
wants you to recognize it.  Your subconscious will keep plaguing you with
thoughts like this until you give  in to it. Just like a craving for chips won't
go away until you taste some."  Megan gently tries to comfort Nicole.
With a loud sob Nicole bursts into  tears and Megan holds her as she cries.
"How can I go back to the way I was? I  don't like feeling like this all
the time. How can I make this all go away? I'm  miserable. I feel like.... I
don't even know," Nicole finishes with a  sigh.
"You feel like something is missing... something that will bring you
comfort and peace?" Megan asks with a smile. Nicole looks up with tear filled
eyes and solemnly nods. "The something you're missing is Submission. I
know...  I've been there too. But the only way to make it better is to submit, you
will  have greater peace than you have ever known before. Before you can
submit  though, you need a Master. I know Mark would be willing to help you
out on that  one," Megan finishes with a grin.
"Ok, I'll try it. I'll try anything to stop  feeling like this,"
resigned, Nicole speaks in an uncertain tone.
"Well I  will help you any way I can, but you are not yet ready to enter
into his  service." Megan stops speaking at Nicole's alarmed and puzzled
expression.
"Part of the agreement Master and I have reached is that I must  first
approve of any potential Slaves of my Master. This ensures he is not
inconvenienced by the beginning stages of training, and that by the time He  meets
them, they are worthy. You have a lot to learn before you could deserve  the
privilege of entering into the service of Master."
Nicole is shocked and  slightly insulted by this little speech, but then
John's words came back to  haunt her. Words like: selfish, childish, lazy...
Those are not qualities for a  Slave, and Nicole (although reluctantly),
wants to try to be one. She turns to  Megan with hopeful eyes and asks "What do
I have to do?"
"I am willing to  take you on as an `Initiate.' This stage will help you
understand what it means  to be a Slave, as well as learn the behavior
expected of you. Then it will be up  to you to prove you can properly function as
a Slave before you are granted the  pleasure of serving my Master." Megan
replied with a smile.
Her apprehension  evident in her eyes and posture, and Nicole's voice is
also shaky. "I want to  learn. I would like to be your initiate. Please Megan,
Help me find  Peace."
With those words, Megan hugged Nicole and then stood up. Nicole  watched
her friend stand, and somehow just by that simple act, Megan seemed to  exude
more energy, she seemed more formidable now. Nicole ponders this change of
perception, and wonders if it not she who has changed, as now she sees Megan
as  something more than a friend. Megan's next words convince her that it
is her  perceptions that changed as indeed Megan is now more.
"From now on, whenever  we are alone, you will address me with the proper
respect. Mistress' is the only  acceptable title. I will address you as `
Initiate.' If we are in the company of  others, then use our regular names.
However, just because we use our regular  names doesn't mean that the positions
are no longer valid. This is something a  Slave must learn, and remember. I
don't wear my collar outside the house, but I  conduct myself as if I was
still wearing it. The collar is only a symbol, a  tool. It represents the
bond inside, between Master and Slave, and it is to be  respected at all times."
 Megan's authoritative words ring true in Nicole's  mind." Furthermore, do
NOT mention this to Mark. When and if you prove yourself  worthy, I will
bring you before him then, but otherwise there is no need for  anyone else to
know. Is that understood?"
"Yes." Nicole replies quietly.
"Yes what?" Megan asks in an irritated voice.
"Yes Mistress," Nicole  replies with a blush that is only partially caused
by embarrassment.
"Part of  being a Slave is taking care of your Master, his house, and his
belongings. This  is not an obligation... simply your privilege. So, in your
training you will  begin there. Go clean the kitchen." With those abrupt
words, Megan turns away  from a very confused Nicole and turns on a movie,
settling into the corner of  the couch.
Nicole realizes she's been dismissed, and so with only one choice,  gets up
and begins cleaning Mark's kitchen. As Megan keeps her Master's home
fairly clean in the first place there is not much to do, but enough to keep
Nicole busy during half the movie. When the dishes are all washed, dried and
put  away, and the rest of the kitchen has been tidied up, Nicole returns to
the  living room and moves to sit on the couch next to Megan. With the movie
still  playing in the background, Megan turns to Nicole with a disapproving
gaze.
"You need to remember you are my Initiate, and I am your Mistress. You  may
only sit beside me when invited. When you have finished an assigned task,
you are to kneel before the one you're serving. Now Kneel." With stern
words  Megan points to the floor at her feet.
Nicole nods quietly, and drops to her  knees. "May I watch the movie with
you Mistress?" Nicole asks with cheeks  aflame.
"You have done a good job in the kitchen. Yes, you may stay there,  and
watch the rest of the movie with me". Megan's kind words made Nicole's blush
deepen. A multitude of feelings were running through Nicole. The newness of
it  all was quite concerning. However much she felt alarmed, she also felt
excited.  Nicole was also aroused like she had never been before. This
confused her as  Megan had been entirely proper, and there had been no sexual
component to the  morning's events. Nicole also felt comforted by serving Megan.
As she knelt  there on the floor beside Megan's chair Nicole felt wave
after wave of  contentment wash over her.
Two weeks ago Nicole would have been outraged at  the suggestion she would
kneel before someone, as she felt no woman should be  subjugated like that.
But now, Nicole realized that submission does not mean  humiliation and that
domination does not mean disrespect. As she tried to make  sense of the
maelstrom of emotions in her heart, the one thing that shined  through all the
confusion was happiness; Nicole was content and happy to be  serving her
Mistress.
As the movie continued, Megan idly ran her fingers  through Nicole's hair,
across the back of her neck and over her shoulders. The  skin exposed around
Nicole's tank top tingled in response to Megan's unconscious  caressing.
The innocent caresses felt somehow intimate, and compounded by the  pleasant
ache in Nicole's knees were quite arousing. That Megan seemed  indifferent
to Nicole's increasing desire only made matters worse for  Nicole.
With startling clarity, Nicole realized that THIS was part of what  Megan
was talking about, that indefinable something that servitude brought. The
joy and serenity Nicole was feeling by submitting to Megan was unlike anything
 Nicole had ever felt. It didn't matter that her knees were beginning to
get  sore, or weather she wanted to be touched or not; Megan could do whatever
she  wanted and Nicole would accept it happily. This was not a conscious
decision,  more of a subtle realization of a choice already made; a choice
that resonated  with righteousness inside Nicole with the first acknowledgement
of Megan as  `Mistress'.
Megan's words startled Nicole out of her revelries of self  reflection. "
You have done well today Initiate. I can see changes in you, your  manner,
your tone, even in your eyes that show how you are learning. The most
important lesson for an initiate to learn is Obedience. But this goes hand in  hand
with Respect. Respect for the one you serve. You have been extremely
disrespectful in the past and this will NOT continue. What is one way you have
shown others disrespect?"
Nicole bowed her head and shamefully replied "There  have been many ways.
In the two weeks since John dumped me I have done a lot of  thinking about my
behavior. He was right about a lot of things. I expected to  get my way in
everything, and was very selfish; I felt that I was so adorable  that people
should let me get away with it... and they usually did."
Megan's  tone was cold and hard as marble. "This is true. Even Mark and I
as some of your  closest friends felt your indifference to other's feelings.
This attitude was  extremely disrespectful. How can you show your respect
for others?"
"I am not  sure Mistress." Nicole quietly replied.
"The next community meeting is on  Monday. It starts at 7:00pm but you will
be early." At the word `early' a flash  of panic hit Nicole's eyes. Megan
ignored it and continued in the same rock hard  tone "You WILL arrive at
6:30. You will bring with you some form of baking, but  homemade, not store
bought. Get the coffee started. As each member arrives greet  them with fresh
coffee and a serving of the baked goods. If anyone asks why you  are doing
this, simply tell them you wanted to help out."
"But I can't!!"  Nicole stammered indignantly. "I'm never on time! I can'
t..."
The sharp  report of skin hitting skin cut Nicole's words off before she
could finish her  sentence. The outline of Megan's hand was quickly rising in
red on Nicole's  cheek. Nicole was astounded to realize that it was not
indignation at being  slapped that was rising in her, but pride that her
Mistress had disciplined her,  and shame that it had been necessary.
Megan's green eyes flashed with an icy  fire as she spoke in a tone that
was more threatening in its control than if she  had shouted at her insolent
initiate.
"You WILL be early. I don't care how  you manage it. You have the weekend
to plan and bake. But know this. I will be  very displeased if I hear you
have not followed your instructions. Being prompt  is not a difficult skill.
You simply must set aside your own desires for someone  else's. This is a
basic element of servitude."
Nicole shivered as the  controlled tone changed slightly, giving away the
anger underneath it.  "Furthermore... you must NEVER talk back to or disobey
the one you serve again!  That is unacceptable, and you will be punished
severely for it."
Nicole had  no doubt that it was a very real threat implied by those words,
and while part  of her shivered in fear, the rest of her anticipated the
opportunity for Megan  to prove the veracity of her words. Nicole also felt
the natural stirring of a  Slave; the desire to please the one they serve so
no such discipline is  necessary.
"Your service here, and this learning process is voluntary,  Initiate."
Megan spoke in an indifferent tone "However, if you choose to  continue and IF
you gain the necessary progress to earn the privilege of  becoming a
collared Slave... that bond is much harder to walk away from. What is  your choice?
"
Panicked at the thought of losing this wondrous feeling she had  just
gained, and realizing that the serenity if servitude was what she had been
missing for so long Nicole was eager to assure her Mistress that she had no
intention of walking away from this opportunity to improve.
"I am not sure  how I will manage it, but I WILL manage it Mistress."
Nicole assured Megan with  a nervous smile. Seeking to placate her Mistress she
continued.
"What can I  do for you now Mistress?"
With a smile Megan instructed Nicole through the  steps of making lunch for
the two of them, setting lunch on the table, and  asking permission to join
Mistress at the table before sitting down, and then  cleaning the kitchen
after the meal was finished. Together they also got Mark's  supper started in
a crock pot. Megan was quite pleased at the way this Initiate  was shaping
up.
"May I make you some coffee Mistress? I woke you early this  morning and
you look tired." Nicole spoke with a yawn, showing her own  exhaustion as well.
Megan's voice gave away none of the pleasure in Nicole's  progress that
showed in her eyes. "Yes. Coffee would be lovely."
Nicole's  eyes understood what her ears didn't hear. She could see the
pleasure in her  Mistress' eyes, even if the sound of the words didn't convey
it. Nicole felt a  warmth inside that came of the knowledge she had pleased
her Mistress. She loved  this feeling, this serenity... it was like a drug,
and already addicted, Nicole  wanted more.
After presenting her Mistress with a fresh cup of coffee, Nicole  knelt
down awaiting instruction. As she sipped the coffee, Megan reached out and
placed her hand on Megan's cheek, fingers tracing the sensitive skin that still
 bore faint red marks from the hard slap delivered there earlier. Nicole's
eyes  were closed as she reveled in the sensations she was feeling. As Megan
continued  caressing her Initiate, in a non sexual but still extremely
intimate way she  noted the quickening of Nicole's breath, and the tensing of
her  muscles.
Could it be this little one harbored other tendencies as well that  she had
also denied? `How interesting...' Megan thought to herself. Her nimble
fingers began to take a longer stroke on Nicole's skin, each time ending
slightly lower than the previous had been. Megan's touches lingered on Nicole's
 collarbone, and then lower still until her fingers traced the edge of
Nicole's  top, which barely concealed her small, yet firm breasts.
Nicole held her  breath in anticipation, and was not sure if she was
relieved or disappointed  when Megan ended her caressing and spoke softly "That
will be all for the day  Initiate. You have come far, and are progressing
nicely." Nicole beamed under  this praise, while Megan continued, "However,
remember the lessons you have  learned today about respect, and obedience.
These are not lessons to be  forgotten."
Nicole nodded her head gravely, and rose from the floor to get  ready to
head back to her house, and looking forward to a much needed nap. Just  before
she leaves the house Megan calls out in a tone that tells Nicole she is
not to be disobeyed.
"Initiate." The one word is more a command than a name.  "You mentioned
you had barely slept over the last two weeks."
"Yes Mistress."  Nicole replies contritely, but with confusion.
"How have you spent your time  since you couldn't sleep?" Megan demands to
know.
"I began trying to tidy my  incredibly messy house. I figured since I couldn
't sleep I may as well get  something useful done." Nicole replied
matter-of-factly.
Megan gave her  Initiate the next order with a smile. She fully intended to
help Nicole become a  better person whether she wanted to or not. "Well
that is good to hear that you  have gotten a head start on it. I will be at
your house Sunday night at 8:00pm.  I will be inspecting your house. You cannot
keep to a schedule if you cannot  find anything. I expect to find things
tidy and organized, your filing is to be  done, and there is to be no clutter."

Nicole nodded and replied "Yes  Mistress." With true panic showing in her
eyes at the sheer amount of work left  to be done, and realizing there would
be no nap for her that day she headed back  to her pigsty to comply with
her Mistress' order.
With a chuckle at Nicole's  plight, and quite pleased with the progress she
had seen in Nicole that day,  Megan smiled to herself as she looked around
her Master's house. He would be  home shortly from work. Since Nicole had
taken care of the dishes, there was not  much else to do to ensure her Master'
s home was ready for his arrival.
Megan  glanced at the clock, and after giving supper a stir in the crock
pot, changed  out of her basic collar and cuffs and into the recently finished
harness she and  her Master had made themselves. Made from cotton strapping
(a softer version of  what you would find on a nylon backpack strap) and
metal rings, the full body  harness framed Megan's breasts, and abdomen. Added
to those, the Collar, the 3  straps on each arm, and 4 on each leg, offered
32 fully adjustable tether points  for whatever position her Master decided
to tie her up into. The most recent  addition to the harness was snap on
fabric covering her ample breasts and two  snap on pieces of fabric, one in
front the other behind, discretely covering  Megan, yet keeping her accessible
to her Master at all times.
As usually  Megan was properly attired, kneeling on the pedestal Mark had
made for exactly  that purpose when he arrived home from work. He was not
entirely in the door  when she rose from her spot, crossed the room and knelt
at his feet.
"Please  Master, May I worship you?" Her voice quivered with the need she
had kept in  check all day.
"Of course you may, Beloved." He granted her wish with  curiosity at the
intensity of her desire. Mark began fishing for information as  to why she is
so eager for him. His words barely spoken before she had him in  her mouth.
"You must have had a good day to be this aroused, Beloved Slave.'  His
tone though teasing asked for more information.
"Yes Master." Megan  paused in her oral attentions just long enough to
answer him before returning to  the task at hand. Mark's knees began to tremble
from the intensity of her  assault. Megan usually greeted him at the end of
the day with a blowjob, but  while she enjoyed pleasuring him, she was not
usually this enthusiastic.  Something was going on that had turned her on
more than usual, and Mark was  determined to find out what.
Pulling Megan's hair and bringing her up to face  him. "Why are you so
aroused Slave? What is going on?" Mark's tone demands an  answer.
"Nothing is going on; it's just a surprise, Master." Megan is
uncomfortable evading her Master's question, as obedience to him is ingrained in  her.
However it is the agreed upon procedure that he not be informed of any
Initiate, until she gains Novice standing and is brought before him.
His  displeasure evident in his tone, Mark repeats his question." What is
going  on?"
Fully aware that until Nicole is ready she will not bring her before her
Master, and reluctant to spoil the surprise; yet uncomfortable denying a
direct  order Megan humbly replies, "I won't tell you... not yet....it's not
the right  time... Please Master; it is a surprise for you"
Anger flashes in his eyes as  Mark pulls her by the ring on Megan's collar
over to the pedestal. "You defy me  Slave? I asked you a question, and I
will have my answer."
Megan knelt down  on the pedestal, as Mark opened the lock on the chest
beside it. The clanking of  the chains sent shivers down Megan's spine, all the
way to her pussy. The cold  steel brushing against her skin as he clipped
the rings on her harness to the  eyelets at the base of the pedestal only
increased her arousal. Once Mark had  secured his Slave, kneeling and leaning
forward, at enough points she couldn't  move at sat back and let his eyes
roam her body.
With her head down she  couldn't see the items he took out of the chest,
and the anticipation made her  arousal even greater. Megan heard the whistle
of leather cutting air moments  before the crop touched her skin, the force
of it a sweet pain, making her moan  quietly. As the blows slowly rained down
on her skin, in various areas of her  body her arousal grew. A cold
pressure on her backside told her Mark had pulled  out one of the various sized
butt plugs.
Megan sucked in her breath as her  Master quickly inserted it to the hilt,
and then moaned again at the sensations  it caused inside her. Mark smiled
down at his Beloved Slave, knowing full well  that just like the crop, the
plug served to steadily increase her desire;  however it alone was not enough
to bring her the release she needed more with  each passing moment.
Mark now began slowly but forcibly whipping his Slave  with the crop again,
this time focusing on her ass, occasionally smacking the  end of the plug
making her shudder and moan with desire. As he moved around her,  coming
close enough she could reach his cock in her rigidly tied position, she
gratefully sucked him into her mouth, her moans adding a wonderful vibration to
her talented suckling.
"Will you tell me your secret now Slave?" Mark  playfully asked knowing
how badly she desired release. "I will not allow you to  cum until I am
satisfied with your answers." Mark punctuated the threat with a  series of fast
blows right on the end of the plug teasing her further.
With  an audible pop she broke the suction on his cock and sheepishly
replied, "It was  simply not time to tell you yet, but I have begun training an
Initiate. I wanted  to surprise you with it once she was ready." Megan's
words to her Master were  swift, and excited, and every bit of her need was
evident in the tone of those  words.
Mark swelled further, and his desire rose to new heights. So this was  why
his Beloved was so aroused this evening. Unable to hold back any longer He
slid his hard cock all the way into his Beloved Slave's pussy, feeling the
hot  silky skin enfold him and hold him tightly. Megan sighed as her Masters
cock  filled her; coupled with the plug in her ass she felt so full and
horny she  almost couldn't stand it.
"Now I understand, my Beloved Slave. An Initiate...  this is Wonderful
news. I am pleased... very pleased... For this news you  deserve to cum." Megan
could hear the pride and desire in her Master's voice,  which alone was
almost enough to trigger her orgasm, but not quite.
Then a  new sensation began as Mark began slowly stroking his cock in and
out of his  Slave's pussy. She preferred it hard and fast, as it reminded her
that she was  his with that forceful type of fucking, and this slow teasing
pushed her almost  to the limit of endurance. Unable to move but still able
to speak she began to  plead for her release.
"Master..." Megan gasped out between moans." Please...  Master... I need
it... I need to cum... Please Master.... May I cum?" The  extreme desire made
her voice quaver on each word.
"Not yet Slave..." Mark  growled into her ear, enjoying the sensations of
her quivering pussy contracting  around his cock as he teased her. She
whimpered with need and her Master decided  that she deserved to cum. He slowly
withdrew the plug on his next out-stroke,  pushing it back in with his
in-stroke, matching its speed with his own.
Megan  was now beyond words, and simply moaned with the pleasure of this
double fuck  her Master was giving her. Feeling her body contracting harder
around his cock  he picked up the pace, until he was slamming into her, his
very way of handling  her reminding her with each stroke that she was His.
Feeling his own orgasm  steadily approaching he reached one hand out and
wrapped his fingers around her  luxuriously thick hair, tipping her head as far
back as the chains would  allow.
"Now... Slave... Cum." Moaning with his desire, his words found her  ear,
and then struck an arrow right to her core. His words combined with the
sensations her Master had created triggered her orgasm to begin, long and hard.
 The contractions from her orgasm caused his own explosion, and he pushed
both  himself and the plug in as deep as they could go as he pulsed inside
her,  triggering another explosive orgasm for her.
Sated, she slumped over the  pedestal, stunned by the force of pleasure her
Master had just wrung forth from  her body. He unclipped enough of the
chains that she could free herself, and  then left her to clean up the pedestal
and toys while he went to shower and then  have supper. With weak legs she
set the area to rights again, and then headed  for the shower herself to
clean up.
After her shower, they both ate supper,  then Megan prepared for the next
morning before requesting permission to join  him in his bed. It was a mere
formality in the special relationship these two  shared, but it conveyed
their respective places. Mark welcomed his Slave into  his bed as was usual on
the nights she didn't have her children.
"You have  pleased me greatly tonight Beloved Slave. As wonderful as the
prospect of an  initiate is, she could never surpass you." Mark whispered in
her ear.
"Thank  you Master. I love you." Megan replied sleepily as they drifted
off to  sleep.

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