In Her service pt1 by azsub1

They had written back and forth as well as met in person 
and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed 
his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he 
wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be 
useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her 
concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to 
have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, but at 
least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit, 
for a while. She asked what he thought about contracts. He 
had seen a few examples and thought they were good for 
stating limits and outlining what was expected. He also had 
to admit that the idea of one excited him and kind of fit 
in with his thoughts of serving, even though he knew that 
such a thing wouldn't be a legal document.

Things clicked and He had offered his services early on, 
She was intrigued, and when the meeting ended she said that 
she would contact him in the next few days.

He was thrilled to see the mail the next day. In it she 
said that she could work within his limits and schedule. 
She had also attached a contract for him to sign and bring 
with him next time they met. He became concerned, then 
excited as he read it. She had copied the limits he had 
stated in an earlier e-mail and the rest of it was just a 
few lines stating that basically he was hers and would 
serve her a minimum of 40 hours per month with tardiness, 
cancellations and incomplete months to be penalized at the 
Domme's discretion. The contract was effective from the 
date signed until cancelled by either party. The Domme 
could cancel at any time whereas the sub had to give 60 
days written notice. During which time he would continue to 
serve. The sub would also be required to complete any 
carryover hours prior to release.

Now he finds himself walking up to Her door, dufflebags in 
hand. It was 10:00 Thursday evening and he had arranged it 
so that he wouldn't be expected back until Saturday night. 
A shudder of anxiety runs down his spine as he thinks about 
what She had said to him last. He didn't have to show up 
today, and there would be no hard feelings, probably just 
regrets on his part. If he did show up, he was her's.

The door opens before he reaches it and She is there, 
smiling. Greetings exchanged, she motions him in. She asks 
if he printed out and signed that service 
agreement/contract. He slips the envelope from one of his 
bags and hands it to her. Showing him to the shower first, 
she lets him know that she will bring in from his bags what 
he is to wear, and that she will give him the grand tour a 
bit later. Standing at the doorway as he undresses, she 
sees his hairless body, expressing her approval that her 
orders were followed. Reminding him that no hair is allowed 
from the head down, except for his arms. She exits and the 
warm water does little to wash the nervous chills from his 
body. He hears her slip back in shortly and she tells him 
that what he is to wear is set out and that he shouldn't 
dwell on his make-up, just do a quick job of it. She grabs 
the clothes he arrived in before slipping back out

Drying off, he looks at what is laid out. She had also left 
the padlocking wrist, ankle cuffs and collar. He swallows 
hard, turns to the mirror, and begins his makeup. Never 
satisfied but knowing he was told to be quick, he finishes 
his face and turns to the clothes. Short black waist-
cincher followed by a pair of fishnets. White petticoats 
and one of his basic maid's uniforms. Slipping the blonde 
wig into place then tying off the apron of his uniform as 
he checks himself in the mirror. Seeing she had left the 5 
1/2 inch ankle strap pumps. (Knowing these were at the edge 
of what he could walk in.) He sat for a moment to slip them 
on and buckle the straps.

Seeing all that was left was the collar and cuffs, each 
with the padlock open and no key in sight, he took a deep 
breath as if to steel himself. Slipping each on, and 
closing the lock afterwards. He stands and checks himself 
one last time.

Opening the door and looking out and around he announces he 
is ready. She calls for him and he follows the voice, a bit 
unsteady on the heels, realizing he is a bit out of 
practice. She is resting on the couch as he enters.

She beckons him forward, then has him turn and walk back 
and forth a few times as she examines what she has to work 
with. Then she tells him to stop and turn, facing away from 
her.
 
The next thing he feels is the wrist cuffs being attached 
together behind him. Then a length of rope passed between 
his elbows several times and his elbows pulled together as 
the rope is tied off. She walks around before him, leash in 
hand and announces that it is time for the tour.

Speaking as She clips the leash to his collar. "We'll take 
a little tour and perhaps chat a bit. Now just so we're 
clear, when you are being led on a leash you need to follow 
close enough to keep slack on the leash, but far enough to 
avoid bumping into me. Okay?"

"Yes Ma'am." he says, his voice breaking a bit.

She pauses a moment then asks, "Haven't changed your mind, 
have you?"

That nervous excitement running through him picks up a bit. 
He clears his throat and reply's with a more forceful.

"No ma'am."

Turning with the leash running over her shoulder She says, 
"Good, because it's too late now."

She strides forward and he has barely enough time to react. 
Struggling to get up to speed on the heels, the leash still 
gets pulled taught... She chides him for this, but assures 
him that he will get better. This happens a few more times 
as She gives him a quick tour of the place. Ending at the 
kitchen table she grabs the daily planner that rests there.

"Most of what you need to know, and what is expected from 
you will be picked up as we go along." She opens the book 
and turns it towards him. "I will be using this as a kind 
of scheduler/notebook/record and you are welcome to look it 
over anytime. As you can see under tomorrows date the first 
and notation is a time, the word coffee, and a note on how 
I take it. That of course is when you will be waking me, 
with coffee already made. You will also find a menu for any 
meals you will be preparing. Any questions about how to 
prepare any of it, please ask."

Pointing to a small 3 x 5 notebook and pen.

"This is your notebook, mainly for taking notes when I ask 
you to. When you can, make sure to note --leash following 
distance: 4 times. You can use it also, if need be. Most of 
what you will need to do and learn will be picked up as we 
go. Tomorrow for example, after you wake me up, I'll 
probably have you draw me a bath. While I bathe would be a 
good time for you to change the bed sheets and start the 
ones you removed in the wash. I'll let you know when I 
expect breakfast to be served and by that time you will 
probably need to start preparing it. You can grab whatever 
you want to eat before then, right after you wake if you 
want. Then after breakfast you will need to clear the 
table, wash the dishes, drain the bathwater, rinse the tub 
and make sure the bathroom and bedroom are in order. No 
need to worry about remembering all that now, as I'll guide 
you through it then. By the way, where is your pedicure 
equipment? I didn't see any of it in the bags you brought 
in, did you forget it?

"Oh, no Ma'am. I have my stool, and all the supplies in my 
car. I even brought the paraffin wax unit, I'm sorry I just 
couldn't carry it all in one trip. Should I go bring it 
in?"

She steps towards the kitchen as she lets him know that she 
will run out to get it tomorrow, after all, she has his 
keys. She leads him into the center of the kitchen and 
stops.

"Now the kitchen is going to be your first project. You 
won't have to be constantly busy, depending upon your 
attitude of course. However if there is time when you're 
not sure what you should be doing, this is it."

Opening the bottom cupboard she points out that there is 
new rolls of shelf paper that needs to be put up. Sweeping 
her hand she mentions the refrigerator and oven can be 
cleaned, inside and behind. The microwave, the walls, 
etcetera... That he should just think of it as a spring 
cleaning.

Grabbing the leash she leads him back to the living room, 
explaining that he won't need to worry about any of that 
yet tonight. But that right now there is a few things that 
they need to discuss and be perfectly clear about. Things 
he needs to know about the situation. Unclipping the leash 
she tells him to relax a minute. She grabs a sturdy oak 
chair from the corner and sets it a few feet from the 
couch, facing it. His arms still bound behind him, She 
helps him into the chair and guides his arms over the back 
of it. Then She exits the room. He rests in the chair 
thankful to relieve the pressure on his calves.

She returns and he straightens in the chair a bit. She runs 
a length of rope between the wrist cuffs, guides it under 
the chair and ties it off. While doing this she sees that 
he has one shoe dangling as much as the ankle strap will 
allow and is rotating his foot in it. She informs him in a 
casual manner that what he is doing is unacceptable. It 
could be considered being out of uniform and besides, it 
looks unladylike. She asks if there is a problem with the 
heels. He explains that there's nothing wrong with the 
shoes, it's just that they are at the edge of what he can 
walk on. She tells him that he can grab a different pair 
later.

Looping another short length of rope to each of the ankle 
cuffs, she has him slip his knees over the corners of the 
chair and place his feet as far back as he can, where she 
secures them to the rear legs of the chair. One more length 
of rope is wrapped around one leg just above the knee, 
looped under the chair, around the other knee then pulled 
tight. One last piece encircles his waist and chair back.

Stepping back to admire her work, she smiles commenting, 
"You look good like that, but I think we may need to get a 
posture collar for you."

He smiles and thanks her through the butterflies in his 
stomach.

She steps behind him and moments later he feels her slip 
the wig off his head and a large ball gag fill his vision. 
Opening his mouth wide as she pushes the ball in place. She 
steps around to his side and tightens the chin and head 
straps, then slips the wig back on.

"There, now this is just so I'm not interrupted while I 
explain a few things about your situation. We'll handle any 
questions later." She circles back around him and sits on 
the couch directly in front of him. "Now before I forget 
and before we get into the heavier stuff, about tomorrow 
morning... you have my wake time in the book, however you 
need to give yourself enough time to get ready. So when you 
get up is up to you, but when you wake me I expect you to 
be fully dressed in one of your satin uniforms and looking 
your best. Understand?"

He nods.

She leans back with a slight sigh, as if steeling herself. 
"Now then, since your here, that means that you have agreed 
to serve. As I said, you will pick up what is required of 
you as we go along. There are a few important points you 
need to understand. First and foremost is that I want to 
reassure you that I will honor your limits. I give you my 
word on that. That being said, you will honor your 
commitment, and I will make sure of that also.

"I'm going to make room for your clothes here, so you don't 
have to keep dragging them back and forth. That will also 
ensure that you return. How would you get them back if you 
didn't? I couldn't imagine walking away from that lovely 
stuff you have.

"Now, just in case that isn't enough, I've spoken to a 
friend of mine about our little arrangement. He has said 
that he would be happy to go pick you up for me. Of course 
you would have to pay him back for his troubles. Just In 
case you put up a fuss and the police or a concerned 
citizen gets involved, I put together an envelope with 
copies of our correspondence, copies of your personal ad, 
and I'm going to have you write a little note explaining 
that this is just part of a kinky game. I don't want to 
hear any argument that this is violating your limit about 
discretion as it would be you drawing the attention and it 
would only be used for this purpose.

"I may be bluffing about this, I may not. You may never 
know because you are not going to break contact with me. If 
you do I will give you one warning, after that we just 
start this all over except you'll have to give 180 days 
notice and of course you'll be severely punished. Like you 
never have before. If you think that I won't, or you think 
that you may like it, then please try me."
 
His breath quickens as his mind struggles to take it all 
in. That feeling of erotic fear washes over him. He wonders 
if he has gone too far but tries not to show it. She leans 
forward and grabs the chin strap of the gag so that they 
are about a foot apart.

"I won't violate your limits, but you and I both know that 
leaves a lot of options, besides, I'm doing this for you. 
You wanted to be helpless, said you craved it. Well, that's 
just what you got. But don't worry. How rough this is 
depends entirely on you. Accept your position, give it your 
best effort and things will work out fine."

She leans slightly forward and grabs the edge of his skirt 
and petticoat and pushes/tucks it back exposing him. 
Reaching down to the floor next to her, she brings a paper 
bag up to her lap. His eyes widen as she pulls 2 packages 
of clothespins from the bag.

"Brand new, we need to break these in." She says with a 
smile. "Besides, this will give what I say a bit more 
emphasis. Plus I get to have a little fun while we get a 
feel for each other."

Pulling the bustline down and exposing his chest, she 
begins to place a row of clothespins across each breast as 
she continues.

"This being close enough to the end of the month, we will 
formally start your service on the first of next month. If 
you decide it isn't for you, you need to let me know, in 
writing, prior to the first of any given month."

He winces in pain as she finishes with 7 across one breast 
and starts on the other.

"We will have to decide how you are going to serve the 
required minimum of 40 hours each month. We'll find a 
schedule that works. For starters we'll try 11:30p.m. Every 
Wednesday until 6:00 am every Thursday. I thought that I 
would change my schedule a bit on Wednesdays so I can be 
here and awake for the time. Beyond that we will schedule 
one or two weekend meetings a month. You can just set it up 
as if your working Saturday. That way you can report after 
work as early as you can arrange and serve until 6:oo pm on 
Saturday. That should cover your minimum each month.

"You said that you were 'free' the weekend of June 9th so I 
want you to schedule a vacation day for Friday the 8th. And 
expect to serve from Thursday midnight thru Monday morning. 
I may even have you take Thursday off too."

She finishes with the other 7 then pushes them down as she 
raises the bust on the dress and tucks them in.

He twists what little he can in the chair and moans into 
the gag. She mimics him with a smile and grabs a row of 
pins beneath the material and pulls at them. His eyes widen 
and he yelps then moans louder into the gag.

She coos back at him and slips one hand between her legs. 
"I just love that look on your face, and that sound is 
music to my ears.

"You will let me know of any other times you are available. 
Any time you can work earlier, or get a holiday to 
yourself. If you are still in my service at the end of the 
year I will expect you to arrange to be away at least one 
full week of the two you get off. Now then if you happen to 
not make the 40 hours, that's not a problem. It will just 
be carried over to the next month, just at twice the 
amount. Of course any carryover would have to be made up 
before our agreement could end."
 
She raises her hand from between her legs to his nose. "See 
what those lovely noises you make do to me?"

Grabbing a handful of clips and running a hand up one of 
his thighs.

A chill runs down his spine as she says, "lLt's make some 
more of that music. I just want to show you that I have no 
qualms about hurting you, as well as see how you react." 

He pleads with his eyes as she grabs a handful of clips and 
slips one hand beneath his balls, cupping them.

"This is so much easier without hair."

She begins placing the clips on the loose skin of his 
scrotum, all the time smiling at his reaction. Stopping at 
6 her hand drops to his inner thighs. Pinching the delicate 
flesh and attaching a pin, he squeals into the gag and 
twists in the chair.

Putting a hand to his cheek she says soothingly "Ooh, I 
know these hurt. Not to worry though, I could fit a dozen 
on each at least. But I'll only do a few this time."

He writhes in the chair pulling at his bonds, testing them 
as she places the last of 3 pins on each of his thighs. He 
sees her hand slide between her thighs again as she looks 
directly at him. He can see it on her face that she is 
masturbating and it strikes a chord in him to realize that 
she enjoys his pain. His thighs, sac and chest are 
screaming and it shows on his face.

She asks, "Would you like them to come off?"

He nods yes, as he mouths please through the gag. She just 
smiles as she picks up a crop in her free hand and runs it 
across the clips.

"Okay I can get those off." and raises the crop.

He squeals into the gag before the crop lands, then screams 
into it pulling at the ropes as the crop strikes his thigh 
dislodging one of the clips. He pleads into the gag, as the 
crop is brought down again. He screws his eyes shut from 
the pain and shakes his head side to side. She starts to 
flick at the remaining clips and he opens his eyes, 
pleading with them. He sees her looking directly at him, 
face flushed and smiling as she rocks faster on her hand.

Setting down the crop she grasps another of the thigh clips 
and pulls it off without opening it. He yelps and begins 
pleading louder as he starts to tremble. She responds by 
pulling the rest off the same way, giving him just enough 
time to recover from each. As she removes the last one 
beneath his waist she draws a deep breath and lets it out 
with a moan and a shutter as she orgasms.

A moment later she regains composure and begins to speak. 
"You may learn as you go, but there are a few steadfast 
rules that are major no no's. You will be completely honest 
with me, which especially includes when you are available 
and a lie by omission is still a lie. Any lie you are 
caught in will come back to you tenfold. The other one is 
you will always speak, treat and interact with me with the 
utmost respect. That includes your words, tone and 
mannerisms. You can express yourself, but I had better not 
ever hear an angry tone to your voice. If you should ever 
attempt to lay a hand on me, all bets are off and you will 
wish you never met me. Am I clear?"

He nods and words a "yes ma'am" through the gag.

"Good." she replies and reaches out to the pins on his 
chest and begins removing them one by one. He squirms in 
pain, biting down on the gag as the blood returns to where 
the clamps were.

He breathes a sigh of relief as the last one is removed. 
She stands and his eyes follow as she steps out of the 
room. His breath slowly returns to normal. He closes his 
eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. He hears Her 
behind him then feels her hands on the collar. For a moment 
he thinks she is undoing his collar, until he hears that 
she is pulling a length of rope through the "D" rings at 
the left, back and then right. He gasps, mainly by suprise, 
as he is pulled upright by the collar. She slips a finger 
beneath the collar, then pulls the rope even tighter and 
ties it off under the chair. Seeing the rubber cattail whip 
in her hand, he starts shaking his head and pleading into 
the gag. This catches her eye and she rests a hand on his 
cheek.

"I know this is hard, but it really is best for both of us. 
You see this will define the difference between corrective 
discipline and punishment, and to show you that punishment 
should be avoided. You know, some subs misbehave on purpose 
to get attention, this will prevent any of that."

She sees him eyeing the thin rubber cat with worried eyes.

"Oh, I know. This is quite the nasty piece of equipment. 
I'll take it easy on you, just remember there's no shame in 
crying."

She covers his sore sex with the edge of his skirt and 
tucks it under him, giving him some protection.

"Just in case I miss," She says with a wink as she undoes 
the garter straps on the inside of his thighs and pulls the 
fishnets down a couple inches.

He is rendered mute by his racing mind as he watches her 
bring the whip over her opposite shoulder and brings it 
down onto his inner thigh without hesitation. He screams 
openly into the gag and his whole body tenses and his 
vision goes white with pain. He's felt whips like this 
before, but never nearly that hard. Before he can regain 
any sense of composure, his opposite thigh seems to burst 
into flames. By instinct He pulls violently at the bonds 
and within seconds another blow lands and he screams at the 
top of his lungs. He starts to buck, trying to tip or move 
the chair, he manages to hold his head still long enough to 
see her. She is cooing, as if flirting as she brings the 
whip around again. Again he screams, except this time she 
pauses and his screams trails off into a sob that runs 
through the length of his body. He feels her hand on his 
cheek again. She studies his face a moment and nods as if 
telling him it will be okay. He looks down at his thighs 
and sees them striped with red welts that are just starting 
to rise. Still sobbing he has difficulty assembling a 
thought. He looks back up only to catch the follow through 
of another cruel swing.

His body shakes and his eyes screw shut as he screams 
"Please!" into the gag. Another blow lands before he can 
draw his next breath, followed by two more in quick 
succession and again his vision goes white with pain. 
Pulling in a lungful of air, all he can manage is a 
guttural moan. Shaking his head as he begs, "Please, 
anything, no more."

Sobbing he feels the tears on his cheeks as he sees that 
she is no longer filling his vision. Realizing that he's 
still pulling at his bonds, he relaxes a bit which brings a 
new wave of sobs. Then she is there. Cupping his chin, she 
lifts a tear from his cheek with her tongue and lets out a 
low throaty "Yesss..."

He looks down at his red striped thighs and hers gaze 
follows. He can almost feel the heat coming off them on his 
face. He tips his head back and sighs.

She holds her hand just off the surface of his thigh, 
feeling the heat. Then runs her fingers over them. He 
tenses with a start and begs "No, no!" not from pain, but 
from fear that she was going to start again.

She brings her mouth to his ear, her breath heavy. "Don't 
worry, I'm done. I'm going to let you recover for a minute. 
Then when I untie you I want you on your knees so that you 
can thank me properly for this lesson. Just think, if this 
had been a situation where you had broken contact and made 
me go and get you. I'd put about 20 clothespins on those 
welted thighs, then I'd probably let you sit and stew for 
an hour or so."

She grabs a handful of his hair and brings his ear closer.

"Then, as I pulled them off I'd have you beg me to take the 
cane to you, and I mean sincerely beg. And you would. But 
we don't have to worry about that, do we?"

She unties him and he slips off the chair and to his knees 
moments later she sits on the edge of the couch in front of 
him.

"Come to me." she says pointing to her feet.

His head down he instinctively asks, "May I" as he tips his 
head to her feet. A nod later and he is planting gentle 
kisses on her feet. She leans back and sighs.

"Well, I think this is going to work out just fine. Don't 
you?"

He clears his throat and replies "Yes, Mistress. If I may 
call you that?"

She rocks forward. "Oh, I guess we didn't go over that. You 
can address me as Ma'am, Madam or Mistress, whichever you 
feel the most comfortable with. You, I think, I'll call 
Dee. The same as you signed your letters."

She leans farther forward.

"Raise that skirt and lean back, I want to get a look at 
those marks." She runs her fingers over the welts and he 
flinches. "Oh my, there are some nice ones here. You know 
that you can avoid the worst of it as long as you apply 
yourself. Even though you looked so good sobbing like 
that." She says with a smile. "Well, I am so wound up, I 
know what I need, and it will be good practice for you. Why 
don't you hit the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit. 
Meet me in the bedroom when you're done."

He walks gingerly to the bathroom. Once there he takes a 
close look at his thighs. Shaking his head in wonder he 
thinks that has to be at least in the top 3 of the worst 
he's taken. Looking in the mirror he sees his face is a 
mess. He quickly does what he can to straighten up then 
steps out and walks to the bedroom.

She has stripped the covers off and is working with several 
lengths of rope. He stands there, unsure of what to do. 
Moments later She walks up to him.

"Okay this is how you enter a room. In the case of a closed 
door you will knock and wait for permission to enter. When 
entering you will wait a moment for eye contact. If none is 
made then a short appropriate greeting to announce your 
presence is made. Such as -excuse me Ma'am.-- if you 
weren't expected or --at your service Ma'am-- if you were. 
Once eye contact is made with you, you will tip a small 
curtsey then stand at attention unless told otherwise, 
maintaining eye contact if possible."

She motions to him. "Place your feet together as close as 
you can without them touching each other, and square to 
your shoulders. Stand as tall and straight as you can, 
facing forward, and place your hands behind or in front of 
you hand in hand, then holding that as motionless as you 
can." She taps one foot telling him to line it up. "Now 
that is standing at attention."

She walks back to the bed and thinks a moment. "In the 
closet there is a wood dowel about 3 feet long with ropes 
on either end. Bring that here."

He retrieves it and she has him attach the ends to 2 
eyebolts in the ceiling so that it now hangs about 3 feet 
off the bed.

"Slip that dress and petticoat off and lay on the bed. Face 
up with hands over your head."

She opens one of the padlocks on the cuffs and loops it 
through the other, locking them together. She then loops a 
length of rope between his wrists, pulls them towards the 
headboard and ties it off. Bringing 2 lengths of rope up 
from the opposite side, he is told to stretch as far as he 
can. She pulls and ties them off then smiles at her 
handiwork. He is bound spread eagle except his hands are 
together. He shifts around and sees that he can barely 
move. He wonders what the wood bar if for, but chooses not 
to ask.

She slips the wig from his head and slips a harness over 
his head. It seems to be much like a gag harness, without 
the gag. She grabs 4 lengths of rope that end in spring 
clips. These she attaches to 4 "D" rings on the head 
harness. He feels his head tugged as she ties off each rope 
beneath the bed. When she is done he can move his head no 
more than a fraction of an inch. She stops to admire her 
work.

She lays a handful of clips, a crop, and a glass of water 
on the nightstand.

Grabbing the television remote she turns it on and hops up 
onto the bed. Swinging one leg over him she straddles him, 
facing his feet. Slipping her arms through the ropes 
holding the dowel and resting it beneath her armpits she 
scoots back and lowers herself just over his face.

Now he knows what the dowel was for. He sees her sex 
lowered to him, but stopping no more than an inch away.
 
"Bring that tongue of yours out and start with a smooth, 
rhythmic lapping."

He gently probes her wet sex for a moment, then is told to 
trace her lips. He probes deeper and curls his tongue, 
tipping his head back as he withdraws, then probes again. 
He repeats this motion and She begins to rock slightly with 
him moaning her approval. She tilts her pelvis forward 
presenting her clitoris, which he circles with his tongue. 
She lowers herself, instructing him to open wide. The tip 
of his nose rests between her lips and he is told to suck 
gently. Closing his mouth slightly he begins to suck, 
rocking his head slightly. His tongue circles her clit as 
he feels her out. Tongue flat he laps at her, sliding over 
her clit and slipping into her sex, probing deep then 
returning. All the while gently sucking.

She is rocking with him and he feels her begin to tense a 
bit as she pushes down on him a bit more. Laying the tip of 
his tongue flat against her clit he presses as he rocks it 
back and forth. He can feel her press down on him and he 
reacts by sucking harder and rocking his head a bit more. 
He can feel her body tense and tremble a bit and he hears 
her bark.

"Suck it bitch. Yeeees goddamit."

She grinds her hips into his face and he can feel the 
spasms of her orgasm. He sucks hard pressing his tongue and 
rocking his head side to side quickly. Then backs off as 
the spasms subside, sucking gently again, then lapping the 
entire length of her sex as she lifts herself off of him 
slightly. She trembles a bit as she catches her breath then 
raises up to stretch, looking at him over her shoulder.

She sets down lightly on his chest and says, "Yes, I think 
we are going to get along just fine."

To be continued...