Slave Cynthia: Live to Serve
By Ergo
Copyright Ergo Perve 2011
Published by The Perve
Smashwords Edition
All events depicted in this work of literature are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is coincidental. The text owes its existence to my corrupt and twisted imagination.
Live to Serve
It was a wet and humid night when she first entered my life. I was working as a waitress in an inner city cafe, but unlike most of my co workers I wasn't just filling in time. I enjoyed being a waitress - the long hours, the surly customers, the abuse, everything.
This particular wet and humid night had been a little slow, so the cafe was empty when she walked in. Actually, that's a little inaccurate. She didn't walk in, she strode in as if she owned the place. Tall and lean with long auburn hair, she had bright blue eyes, a fine face with razor sharp cheekbones, and an imperious air. Her tight fitting black dress plunged low at the top to highlight her large breasts and was obscenely short. I couldn't help staring at her long, beautiful legs.
I was working the floor that evening so it was my job to seat any newly arrived customers.
'Hello,' I said as she drew near, 'can I show you to a table?'
She walked past me as if I didn't exist and sat at a table in the back of the room. Smiling my politest smile, I swallowed my pride and started to walk back towards the bar.
'Where do you think you're going,' she said to my back.
'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I thought you would want some time to peruse the menu.'
'You are wrong,' she replied, her eyes wandering up and down my body. 'Bring me an espresso coffee.'
'Right away,' I said, feeling foolish and a little embarrassed. She didn't notice my embarrassment, however, and had already turned away to fiddle with her mobile telephone. I walked as quickly as I could back to the bar and, because it was a slow night, had to make the coffee myself. I took extra care because I didn't want this rather frightening woman to be displeased with me.
From the coffee machine, I watched her surreptitiously as the coffee steamed and gurgled. She wasn't quite as tall as I first thought, but what she lacked in height she more than made up for with a natural authority. It was those sharp blue eyes. They bored into your very soul, stripping away illusions and exposing the realities beneath.
From her face, my eyes fell onto her bare shoulders and large breasts. I found myself feeling a little disappointed that she wasn't standing and I couldn't see her legs, but her arms were long and slender, ending in beautiful, thin hands. Her fingers were slender and perfectly manicured.
I made sure my wandering eyes did not distract me from my task, however, and when the machine had done its work, I scuttled over and placed the coffee on her table. My plan was to run and hide away at the bar where I could look at her in secret, but she had other ideas.
'Stop,' she commanded and I froze, partly from fear but mostly because my cunt was getting wet.
'Turn around.'
I turned as if on casters.
'What is your name, child,' she said. She couldn't have been more than five years older than I, but that didn't matter. My age was immaterial while I was standing before those piercing blue eyes, which stripped away my pretensions and left me naked and vulnerable. It made absolutely no difference to our interactions that I was a woman of twenty-five. When she spoke to me, I felt as if I were an immature miscreant that she needed to deal with, and deal with harshly.
'Cynthia,' I mumbled, 'with a c.'
'Well, Cynthia,' she said, 'it is customary to bring a glass of water to the table with an espresso coffee. Could you bring me one please?'
I curtsied and then flushed red with embarrassment. 'Yes miss,' I said.
'That's mistress,' she said. 'Now hurry and get me one.'
'Yes mistress,' I said and hurried off to get the water. I could feel her eyes on me the whole time, and my hands trembled as I poured iced water into a glass.
'Thank you very much,' she said when I returned.
'You're most welcome. Are you ready to order?'
She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. 'Not bad, did you make this?'
'Yes I did, thank you,' I replied and blushed at her compliment. 'I like to serve my customers.'
She raised an eyebrow at my rather cheeky remark. 'I bet you do. Fetch me a piece of paper and a pen.'
'I fumbled in my apron and handed her my notepad and pen without even thinking. Already, I felt compelled to do as she commanded and I didn't even know her name!
'I've just had a phone call from a friend and must leave, but I would like to see you again in more intimate surrounds. Is that to your liking?'
I nodded dumbly, my cunt moistening at the thought.
She scribbled a note, tore off the page and folded it in half. Standing, she leaned forward.
'Open your mouth,' she whispered into my ear. I did as she commanded. She put the note in my mouth, forcing it to the back with her long fingers. 'Don't be late.'
She stood back and looked me over. 'I look forward to your service, Cynthia with a c,' she said, and strode out of the cafe.
Relieved that no one had seen our exchange, I took the note out of my mouth and almost ran to the bathroom. Locking myself into a cubicle, I dropped my panties and rubbed at my throbbing clitoris, cumming almost immediately. Legs splayed and skirt lifted, I unfolded the note. There was only an address and a time.
(ii)
The address she gave me was for a large house on the outskirts of town. I adjusted the hang of my skirt and knocked at the door. There was a lump in my throat as I heard footsteps on the other side, and then the door opened and she stood before me. She was wearing a black leather skirt that ended mid thigh, a loose, low cut top that clung to her beautiful breasts, and hair was held in a tight bun.
Standing in the doorway, she reached out, took my shoulders and turned me around.
'Nice,' she said, when I was facing away from her. 'Okay, turn back,' she said when she had finished her inspection. When I was once again facing her, she stood back, opened my jacket and looked me up and down. She started on my barely concealed breasts, and her eyes then wandered down over my hips and thighs, before making the journey back up. When her eyes met mine, she smiled sweetly and struck out with her left hand, slapping me twice, her long, slender fingers leaving red marks on my cheek. I gasped, but kept standing.
Nodding as if I had passed a test, she pointed to the ground. I got down on my hands and knees and, crawling, followed her into the house.
Inside, she led me into a large room where she sat down on a settee, and then pointed to the rug at her feet where I was to go.
'In here, you are my slut, do you understand?'
'Yes,' I said, still on all fours.
'She leaned forward and slapped me again. 'Sluts don't speak without permission.'
I nodded.
'Stand,' she commanded and I stood.
She leaned back on the settee and brought her right foot up until the toe of her stiletto boots pressed up against my cunt. I groaned. She ran her foot down along my leg and then stood up. 'Lift your skirt,' she said and I did as she asked.
With her right hand, she rubbed at my cunt, and with her left hand, she pushed under my panties and stuck a long shapely finger up my ass. 'You have to behave if you want lubricant when I fuck your ass,' she said.
I groaned.
She withdrew her finger and slapped me again. Grabbing my hair, she dragged me over to the settee and arranged me over her knee. She pulled off my panties and shoved them roughly into my mouth.
'I want one of your fingers in your ass at all times while you are being punished. Do you understand?' 'I nodded and reached behind with my left hand and pushed the middle finger into my asshole as far as it would go.
The she started to beat me.
She started on my buttocks. First, two slaps on the left, and then two slaps on the right, then back to the left again. Every so often, she would slap the top of my thighs, and I would yelp despite the panties in my mouth. This seemed to annoy her and the next two or three blows would always be harder.
She beat me almost as much as a slut such as I deserved, raining blows on my ass and legs until they glowed an angry red. The juices in my cunt flowed, and the finger in my ass chaffed with every blow, make my asshole sting and burn.
I don't know exactly how long she beat me, but eventually she rolled me roughly off her lap and onto the floor at her feet. Standing up, she kicked and stepped on my breasts before reaching down and dragging off my top, exposing my bruised tits.
'Sluts like you don't deserve such nice tits,' she said, and yanked at my nipples with her long thin fingers. She stepped on me again as she walked over to the mantle and returned with a packet of cigarettes. Lifting her skirt to expose the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen, she sat down on the settee and spread her legs.
Reaching forward, she pulled the panties from my mouth and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her beautiful pussy.
'Make your mistress cum, slut,' she said as she sat on the settee and lit a cigarette.
Finger still in my ass, I hungrily licked at her beautiful pussy, opening the lips with my right hand and caressing the clitoris with my tongue. I sucked and licked as my mistress smoked a cigarette, dropping hot ash on my back to remind me of my place.
When she finished smoking, she extinguished the butt on my back, but I kept licking and sucking like the good slut I was.
My tongue prodded and probed, and my mistress groaned with pleasure, eventually rewarding me with a mouthful of her juices. Sighing, she lifted my head by the hair and, turning around, presenting her asshole for my attention. Once again, I licked hungrily, running my tongue along the rim and licking and sucking like a good slut should.
'You've done well, Cynthia with a c,' my mistress said eventually. She stood up and pointed to the ground at her feet. I got on my hands and knees before her and licked at her feet like an obedient dog.
'I didn't say anything about taking the finger out of your ass,' she said, and spanked my already red raw ass several times. Taking my hair, she lifted me to my knees and slapped my face, and then took to beating my tits, making sure they each received a share of the abuse.
'I want obedience, is that understood?' she said. I nodded. She pointed at the floor again and I got on my hands and knees and pushed the middle finger of my left hand into my asshole as far as it would go.
'That's better,' she said. 'You can remove your finger now.'
I did as she commanded.
'I like to keep my sluts in a cupboard until needed,' she said, as I followed her on all fours into a large kitchen.
From one of the drawers in the pantry she took a black box that had two wires extending out from it and attached it to my navel with adhesive tape. She then connected the wires to my nipple with clamps. 'I will summon you in the morning,' she said, and pressed a button on a plastic device she withdrew from a pocket in her skirt. Electric thrills sparked on my nipples and added to the pain of the clamps. 'You will come up to the bedroom and suck my pussy before preparing breakfast, is that clear?'
I nodded.
'Good slut. I may summon you through the night, so don't take your alarm off.' She walked over to a large cupboard and opened the door. She pointed at the floor in the cupboard and I took my place.
'One last thing,' she said, and took a large butt plug out of the drawer that had contained the alarm. 'There will be no lubricant tonight,' she said as she approached the cupboard. 'Face the wall and spread your ass cheeks.'
I did as I was told and didn't squeal as she pushed the plug hard into my asshole. She then gave me several more well deserved spanks on each of my buttocks, and then dragged me around by the hair.
'Kiss your mistress's asshole goodnight,' she said. I licked and sucked as I was told and was rewarded with another slap. 'Kiss, not suck,' she said, and pressed the button on the alarm. Electric thrills ran through my nipples, but I did not gasp. Puckering up, I kissed her beautiful asshole.
'That's better,' she said and closed the door to the cupboard.
I sat in the dark with a dripping cunt and a dull ache in my body, awaiting her call like the obedient slut I was. After all, I live to serve.
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