Serving a Beautiful Young Domme - Part 1

Chloe lives in my apartment building. She's stunningly beautiful, though it's Los Angeles so she's hardly alone in that. Still, the fact that there are lots of beautiful women here doesn't deter from Chloe's beauty.

It's also worth pointing out that she knows she's beautiful and she's more than happy to make use of the fact that her beauty has an effect on men. Nothing egregious. Small stuff, really, like asking someone to carry a slightly heavy box from our building's front desk to her apartment. It's a task she could accomplish, but why bother straining herself if she could simply ask a man to do it.

Unsurprisingly, Chloe is an aspiring actress, though she's yet to achieve any level of success. That's the downside of Los Angeles being chock full of stunningly beautiful women. You don't stand out anywhere near as much when you show up here. You need to be more than beautiful.

I'm a screenwriter of the struggling variety. I'm in my mid thirties - probably a decade older than Chloe - and I've had a little bit of success. I wrote a Lifetime movie once. I made a lot less money than you'd think on it, though. I make ends meet working as a waiter at a pretty decent restaurant, which means I get pretty decent tips. I'm pretty much a Los Angeles cliché, though I refuse to write in coffee shops. That's a cliché I just can't abide. I write at home, alone, which might be sad in an entirely different way. Still, it's my brand of sad and I'm good with that.

Oh, and since Chloe lives two doors down from me, I'm often the guy that ends up doing those little favors for her. I know this might sound crazy - or maybe not - but it actually feels good to do those favors for her. Like I said, it's usually as simple as helping her with her groceries or carrying a heavy package for her, and when I do it, she smiles in the most irresistible way you've ever seen and says 'thank you' and it feels so good.

Yeah, okay, that's kind of pathetic. It really is. Chloe is out of my league, though. I'm not saying I'm a bad looking guy, because I'm not. I'm just saying that Chloe is in her twenties, is luminously beautiful, and as a result of that beauty has her pick of some of the best looking men in the world (it's not just beautiful women that show up in Los Angeles looking to make it big, after all). Believe me, I've seen some of the guys she dates (of fucks, I suppose) and they are much, much more attractive than I am.

This particular tale - some might call it a pathetic tale, some might call it enthralling - begins on a Saturday morning with a knock on my door. I answered it to find Chloe standing on the other side in a pair of tight jeans and a cropped t-shirt. Her stomach is perfectly flat and absurdly sexy and I looked, but for only a moment before meeting her gaze.

"Can you help me with something, Milo?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, as I literally always did when Chloe asked me for a favor.

For a few moments she bounced with happiness and it seemed obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. No, I wasn't staring at her breasts, but they're fairly sizable and it was impossible not to notice that they were bouncing freely under her t-shirt.

Then Chloe took my hand and pulled me out of my room and down the hallway to her apartment. It probably goes without saying that it was thrilling - and I do mean thrilling - to be touched by this stunningly beautiful young woman.

That thrilling sensation stayed with me right up until I saw four large cardboard boxes from Ikea sitting just inside her door. I knew what she wanted before Chloe vocalized her request.

Before asking, Chloe gripped my hand a little tighter and moved close enough to me that our arms were touching. She was close enough that I could smell her perfume or shampoo. I wasn't sure which. It smelled heavenly, though. Yes, it's a little bit pathetic to be so caught up in desiring someone so far out of my league, but sometimes that's what happens when you're a man.

Oh, I should probably point out that I was a single man at this time. I'd had girlfriends and I'd been in love a few times in my decade in L.A., but nothing had stuck, in part because it's pretty hard to find a woman who wants to settle down with a guy who's still a struggling screenwriter (insert any other profession in that spot) and it still making ends meet working at a restaurant.

Now, back to the story. After getting close, Chloe made the request I knew she was going to make. "I know it's a lot to ask, Milo, but would you be willing to help me put together this stuff? I'm just so, so terrible at it. The last time I did it on my own I actually had to go buy another cabinet because I screwed up the first one so badly."

She'd bought a dresser, a small cabinet with a glass door that was seemingly designed for bathroom use, a coffee table, and a desk. The desk struck me as an odd purchase as I wasn't aware that Chloe did anything that would require sitting at a desk.

For the first time since she'd moved in, I found myself resistant to the idea of helping Chloe. "Oh, I don't know," I said. "It's just...this is hours and hours of work, Chloe. It's all pretty simple, but it's a lot of work."

She squeezed my hand in a manner that felt so fucking good and said, "I know, Milo. That’s why, if you help me, I'll let you give me a foot massage when we're done."

That was the sentence that changed my life. That was the sentence that awoke something in me.

If you're reading this and thinking that Chloe is an insane person to think that giving her a foot massage would somehow be a reward for spending hours doing free labor for her…well I don't blame if you that's the first thought that came to mind. That's a perfectly normal thought, because of course it's actually kind of insane to think that giving someone a foot massage would be a reward.

Even the wording of it. She'll let me give a foot massage. Like rubbing her feet was something I craved so desperately.

It wasn't. Or at least I'd never thought about it as something I desired. I'm not a foot fetish guy, though more power to you if you are.

But - and here's the crazy thing - I felt something when she said it. And by something, I mean that I felt excitement. Like, something akin to sexual excitement. Not quite that because it wasn't like a sprung a boner, but it was that same sensation you get when a girl you really like is leaning in to kiss you. That anticipatory kind of excitement, like you're on the verge of doing a thing that's going to give you a boner and then lead to all kinds of satisfaction.

This is why I said that sentence changed my life. It literally unlocked something.

So, I agreed to help with her furniture. Unsurprisingly, it ended up with me putting her furniture together while Chloe hung out on her couch with her phone in her hand. She'd help if I needed a second hand to hold something in place, but otherwise she just chilled all afternoon while I worked like a dog putting together Ikea furniture.

When I was finished, I moved each piece into place. I did that several times, actually, as Chloe wasn't quite sure where she wanted everything. That was a good half hour of time that went right down the drain.

Then, when everything was where she wanted it, I cleared out all the cardboard and trash - carrying it to the chutes at the end of the hallway - and returned to her apartment.

Chloe had changed into a pair of pink leggings with sheer cutouts on her thighs and calves. She wore the same t-shirt, though the leggings made the combo far sexier. Again I looked without staring and again she took my hand and led me into her apartment.

"I'm really, really appreciative of what you did today, Milo," she said. "In fact, I'm so appreciative that I've decided I'm going to let you rub my feet and my legs, hence the leggings. They're like a second skin so it's quite easy to give a massage with them on."

Her act of generosity was to let me give a longer massage. Insane, right? Except I felt that same excitement. I mean, what the fuck? That's quite literally what I was thinking as Chloe led me to her couch and made a little show out of sitting on it and lifting her legs so they rested along the soft cushion.

She gestured to the opposite end of the couch and I sat. She rested her feet on my thighs and said, "You can use one of the throw pillows if you want to prop my feet up. Otherwise, feel free to take your time. I want you to enjoy the opportunity to massage my feet and legs."

Now, maybe you're thinking that I'm just some pathetic loser who would do anything to be near a beautiful woman. That's not the case. It really isn't. I'm pretty good looking. The women I date are good looking. There was just something about Chloe, about the way she acted like it was genuinely a reward for me to rub her feet. It was like she somehow made it a reality, like she was a fucking warlock or something.

Because it felt good to rub her. Not the physical act of it, mind you. It was more like the mental act of actually getting on board with the notion that it was a reward to massage her.

I had that excited feeling - the one you feel right before you make out with a woman - the whole time I rubbed her. Now, it probably helped that she would moan a little when I rubbed her in a way that felt especially good and it definitely helped that at certain points I was rubbing the fronts of her thighs and getting awfully close to her crotch.

I actually lost track of time. She didn't have a clock in her living area and I was so wrapped up in rubbing her that I didn't bother looking at my phone until someone sent a text. The screen lit up and I noticed I'd be rubbing her for nearly half an hour without noticing.

I didn't stop, though. Instead, I asked a question. "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?"

"Oh, right, sorry. How did you know I'd actually find it rewarding to rub your feet?"

She smiled. "I just had a feeling. I don't know why, but I've always been able to sense when a guy is the way you are."

"The way I am?"

She wiggled her toes and I ran my fingers up her calves, over her knees, and up her thighs, eliciting a gentle moan. Now, maybe she was making that noise on purpose or maybe it was real, but it felt really good either way.

"Some men," she began before pausing to smile, "find it rewarding to engage in acts of service. They like being helpful. They find genuine pleasure in it, and I don't mean sexual. They find it fulfilling to serve in ways small and large. I could see it in you from the first time I asked you to help me with something. Your eyes lit up, and I knew it wasn't just because I'm young and beautiful."

In that moment, Chloe struck me as a great deal smarter, more mature, and more sophisticated than I'd given her credit for. I wouldn't have believed what she'd said, except I was sitting there having a great time rubbing her feet, which was really something that only boyfriends did and they really only did it because there was often the promise of sex attached to it.

"You can keep rubbing me if you'd like," she said. "I don't have anything else to do today."

So I kept rubbing her. Another half an hour. An hour total. And believe it or not, it was a reward. It's strange to think of that way, but it was absolutely worth having spent all that time putting together her furniture because I got to massage her.

Afterwards, Chloe accompanied me to her door and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before I walked out.

"I look forward to you serving me again," she said softly.

"Me too," I replied, though I couldn't look her in the eye as I said it.

Then I went back to my apartment and promptly masturbated. That part is pretty pathetic. There's no getting around that. I didn't even watch porn. I just stripped, closed my eyes, and jerked off in my bed. A minute later I'd cum.

Here's the crazy thing: I didn't think about fucking Chloe or anything else sexual. I just kept thinking about her saying, "I'll let you give me a foot massage" and "I'm going to let you rub my feet and legs."

It was the 'let you' that got me every time I thought about it. Like it was a privilege to rub her, which is the same as saying it was a privilege to serve her, to work for her, etc. I guess she was right that I was that kind of guy, because I was really fucking turned on as I thought about it and jerked off to it.

I saw Chloe a few days later. She was waiting for the elevator - we're on the eighth floor - as I walked up. She smiled and said, "Hey Milo."

"Hey, Chloe."

Sometimes it's quite a long wait for the elevator - there's only one in the building - and that was the case on this particular day. Neither of us said anything for a while - I felt weirdly nervous, so I kept quiet - and then Chloe said, "I was thinking of getting take out for dinner tonight."

I honestly thought she was going to ask me to join her. I was incorrect.

"There are so many good restaurants in L.A., you know?"

I nodded.

"It's just that DoorDash is so expensive." She turned to me and smiled. I glanced at her cleavage - she had on a rather tight blouse - and she said, "So I was thinking that you could pick it up for me, like my own personal DoorDash driver, only I don't have to pay for it because you'll happily do it for free."

Yeah, so, I got turned on. I'd masturbated twice to the 'let you rub my feet' stuff and I'd clearly already done some rewiring of my brain or something, because the arousal was intense. Not get rock hard intense, but still pretty intense.

"Let me have your number," she said. "I'll text you the restaurant name and the time my food needs to be picked up."

I gave her my number as the elevator doors opened. We stepped inside and rode down to the lobby.

"Are you going to an audition?" I asked.

"I am," she replied with a smile. "It's for a small part on a CBS show, I think. To be honest, I audition enough that I don't pay too much attention to the details. I just dress for the part and nail my lines."

"Well, if you ever need help running lines, I'm more than happy to assist."

"I know you are, Milo."

It was the way she said it - with complete confidence - that excited me, like there was no question that I was the kind of man that would happily serve her in any way I could. I wasn't sure that was actually true at that point, but her assumption that it was true was genuinely thrilling.

"Well, good luck," I said as the elevator opened on the parking garage level.

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Milo. I'll text you about my dinner. I expect you to be prompt in picking it up."

"I will be."

She walked away and I actually reached up and rubbed my cheek where she'd kissed me, like I could somehow be a little closer to her by touching where her lips had met my skin. Yes, it was pathetic. Yes, I was excited. Yes, I happily picked up her dinner that night and delivered it to her without question and without pay. It cost me gas money, of course, and roughly an hour of my time, but I'll be damned if it wasn't exciting to do it.

I was offered literally no reward. She took the food, said 'thank you' and closed her door like I was an actual delivery driver. Not even a kiss on the cheek.

It was still exciting, though. The whole thing had been exciting. From the moment I got the text about her food to the moment I dropped it off I was excited. I kept thinking about what she'd said, about how I seemed like the kind of guy that found pleasure in service. I sexualized it, of course, because that's what men do. I fantasized about being able to massage her again, of being able to massage her naked body. Fuck, that was a hell of a fantasy and it fueled a hell of an orgasm.

Over the next few weeks Chloe had me pick up her take out a handful of times. She had me go grocery shopping for her on two occasions, too. There was also the time I acted as her chauffeur.

I got a text that read: "I have an audition in an hour and I haven't even read the script yet. I need you to drive me to the audition while I go over the script."

She could have taken an Uber, but that wasn't the point. Chloe wanted me to do it. At that point I wasn't certain if Chloe was getting anything out of my service other than saving money and a little time, but I didn't really care. I fucking loved it.

So I drove her. She read her script. She ran her lines. I listened to her act and was actually quite impressed with how she formed her take on the character over the course of the thirty minute drive.

The audition happened to be at a studio lot, so I got the pleasure of driving onto the lot (seriously, it was cool) with Chloe as my passenger. We pulled into a space in front of a production office and she leaned over, gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek - very exciting - and then rushed inside.

I sat in the car for an hour. They're not always prompt with bringing in actors for auditions. I mostly messed around on my phone to kill time, though I'm pretty sure I saw a few famous people stroll by on the way to whatever shoot they were working on, so that was cool.

When Chloe came out she had a big smile on her face. She got in the car, leaned over, and gave me another kiss on the cheek. This one even longer.

"Good audition?" I asked.

"You might be my lucky charm, Milo, because they asked me to hold next week open and they only do that if there's a damn good chance I'm getting the part."

She was ecstatic and I felt it too. Her happiness made me happy.

"You deserve a reward," she said as I backed out of the space. "I have an idea. I have a date tonight and I'm definitely getting fucked. I think I'll let you buy me lingerie to wear for him."

I know you might think I'm a fool, or crazy, or just a loser, but something had changed in me from that first time Chloe 'let me' give her a massage, because I found the idea of buying lingerie for her - and again, a big part of it was the phrasing that she was going to 'let me' buy her lingerie - but the idea was a turn on. A massive turn on.

So I embraced it. "I'd like that," I said.

Chloe reached over and for just a moment she rubbed my knee. It was such a small thing, but it felt so good.

So we went lingerie shopping. We walked through the store with Chloe holding up various items and asking me if I thought they'd look hot on her. The truth was, literally everything would have looked hot on her so all I really did was nod while internally wishing that I was the guy that she was going on a date with that night.

I waited outside the fitting area - far outside because as it turns out they don't like guys hanging out around there - and after fifteen minutes Chloe emerged holding a strappy blue lingerie set consisting of a bra, panties, a garter belt of sorts, and those thigh garters that are so popular these days but that don't actually attach to stockings.

We went to the register and I paid for Chloe's lingerie while feeling a genuine sense of excitement. As we walked out - with me holding the bag - I found myself saying, "Thank you for letting me buy you lingerie for your date tonight."

If you're thinking that it's a pathetic thing to say, you're probably right. You know what, though? It was so fucking exciting to say it. That's strange, I know that, but it felt good to lean into the role that I know played in Chloe's life.

"You're welcome," she said. That was it. She didn't say thank you for buying the lingerie. Why would she? It was a treat for me to buy something for her, not the other way around.

I drove back to our apartment building and parked in my space in the underground garage. We walked to the elevator and I pushed the button.

The elevator doors opened and I gestured for Chloe to step inside. I followed and pushed the button for our floor. The doors closed and then Chloe said, "You may drop to your knees and kiss my feet."

I'd never done something like that before. I'd never considered it and she wasn't ordering me to do so.

I dropped to my knees. I leaned forward. She was wearing open-toed heels and I kissed her feet and her toes. My heart pounded as I did it. My cock actually stirred to life. What a strange and rather wonderful experience.

I stood as we neared our floor. The doors opened and Chloe stepped out. I followed until we were at her door. I handed her the bag with her lingerie and said, "Congratulations on your audition."

"Thank you, Milo."

She stared up at me for a moment and if our relationship was anywhere near normal I would have thought she was considering kissing me. She wasn't, of course.

"I have time before my date," she said. "And today was such a good day that you deserve another reward, so I'm going to let you give me a full body massage. You'll have to promise not to get fresh, though. My tits and pussy are off limits to you. Do you understand?"

I nodded as I very nearly got hard. Yes, a little bit pathetic. I'd just been told that my reward was to spend what would probably be an hour giving Chloe a massage without any hope of a reward. The thing was, I'd already bought into the idea that giving the massage was the reward, which made it really hot to do so.

We stepped into her apartment and she led me to her bedroom. Chloe then ordered me to turn around and I did so as she stripped and crawled into her bed. She instructed me to find the massage oil in her bathroom - it was easily located - and I returned and stood in the bedroom doorway as I admired her naked body.

"You're so beautiful," I said.

"Yes, I am," she replied. "And you're very, very lucky to be permitted to see me naked and to put your hands on my body to pleasure me via a massage. Do not abuse this privilege I've given you, Milo. Do as you're told. Be good. Serve me and there's a good chance I'll let you do it again at some point."

She was confident, so in control. She was so beautiful, too, but I found myself just as enraptured with the confidence and control.

I gave Chloe a long massage. I worked her back, her shoulders, her neck, her ass, her legs, and her feet. She remained on her stomach the entire time, though I'd hoped she would flip over so I could gaze upon her breasts and get an even better view of her pussy. That was selfish of me, of course, but I couldn't help my desires.

When I'd finished, Chloe remained on her stomach as she instructed me to leave.

"Thank you for letting me massage you," I said.

"You're welcome."

I left. I went back to my apartment. My body was buzzing with the strange form of desire I felt whenever I served Chloe. I usually masturbated when I was consumed by that feeling, but I chose not to on that particular day. I'm not entirely sure why, but I held off.

I got a text around midnight. It was Chloe. She wanted me to come to her apartment. I did so and she answered the door in an oversized sweater and a pair of socks. She smiled in a manner that made me fairly certain she was a bit drunk.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

She nodded. "Of course. I mean, not entirely alright. My date was a bit of a disappointment."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"He's so hot and his body is...well, it's perfect. Which is why it's such a shame that he was so bad in bed." She turned and walked away. She was nearly to her bedroom before she called out, "Follow me, Milo."

I followed and found Chloe sitting on the edge of her bed. "I brought him home. I had the lingerie on under my dress. He was quite excited when he saw it. He was even more excited when I crawled into the bed and took his cock in my mouth. I had my ass up so he could see the panties and the strappy garter belt. He was incredibly hard in my mouth. I really, really like it when a man's dick gets hard as a rock in my mouth."

I was halfway to an erection. I wasn't sure if it was the pent up desire from earlier, the fact that Chloe's legs were mostly exposed, or thinking about her giving me a blowjob. It was probably all of it, really.

"Then I put a condom on him and crawled forward. We kissed as I teased his cock with my pussy. Then he rolled me onto my back and I spread my legs for him. I got so excited, Milo. He slipped inside me. Then he started fucking me and that's when it all fell apart."

She stood and crawled into her bed. She must have known I would see her ass. She was wearing the blue panties she'd bought. They looked amazing, though it was her exposed ass cheeks that looked best of all. I stared for a moment and then Chloe sat against the two pillows resting by her headboard.

"He fucks like a jackrabbit. Hard, shallow, incredibly fast thrusts. All he wanted was to cum. He didn't give a damn about what I wanted. He was just too consumed with his desire to make any effort at making me feel good. It was over in less than two minutes."

"I'm sorry," Milo said.

She laughed. "It's hardly your fault. The worst part was, he acted like it was good for me, like he was God's gift to women, like there was no chance I wasn't completely and totally satisfied with him. He asked to stay the night and I told him I had an early audition. I'm pretty sure he wanted to fuck me again. He won't ever be seeing me again, though, not after a performance like that."

I could see that she was genuinely disappointed and I felt bad for her, though that was probably a silly thing to feel in that moment.

"I'm going to give you a reward that you haven't entirely earned, Milo," Chloe said.

I got excited. I thought for sure she was going to ask me to fuck her. I was delusional, of course, but men can be delusional when it comes to sex.

"You'll find a sleep mask in my nightstand drawer. Put it on."

That was a surprise, but I rolled with it. I grabbed the black silk sleep mask from her nightstand and put it on, plunging me into darkness. I heard Chloe move. I felt her hand in mine. She led me to the bed.

"Crawl in and roll onto your back," she said.

I still thought she might fuck me as I did what she instructed.

"I'm going to give you the pleasure of tasting my pussy, Milo, of helping me have the orgasm I should have gotten from my date. I'm going to sit on your face. I'm going to ride your face until I've satisfied myself. You will keep the sleep mask on the entire time. You will not speak unless you are spoken to. You will not touch me. You will not, under any circumstances, masturbate. You will simply lie there and be thankful that I'm using you for my pleasure."

"I understand, and thank you for this, Chloe."

She straddled my chest. I felt her warmth through my shirt. She slid her hips forward and I felt her warmth on either side of my face. Then she dropped her pussy onto my mouth and put my tongue to work.

The eye mask meant I couldn't see a thing. I was deprived of the view of her pussy, of her tits in the sweater, of the pleasure on her face. It made me feel more like a tool designed for her pleasure, though I suspect that was the intent.

I wasn't entirely sure, but I thought I could detect the faint taste of a condom, or what I assumed a condom tasted like. It was certainly not the taste of a pussy, and as she rode my mouth I wrapped my head around the idea that my tongue was in the same place that someone else's cock had just been. That was a bit of a head trip, though it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, there was something about accepting that notion that I found fairly arousing.

Chloe had three orgasms, at least by my count. I have no idea how long she rode my face for, but I was covered in her juices by the time it was over.

Then she climbed off my face and I heard her walk around her room a bit before she told me I could sit up. She took the eye mask off and she was dressed in her sweater and a pair of black leggings.

"Thank you for using my mouth," I said. "That was really exciting."

She glanced at the bulge in my pants and smiled. "Yes, I can tell."

Then, to my complete and utter surprise, Chloe reached out and caressed my cock a little through my pants. "Just so you know, your cock will never enter me. I will never suck it. I will never let you fuck me. Never. I will probably never give you a handjob, either, though there's at least a chance you could earn that particular reward."

I didn't say a word.

"You'll have to be very, very good at serving me to earn that reward, though."

I was so turned on. I liked that she'd made so explicit the fact that I was serving her. Fuck, I was so turned on.

"I like serving you," I said.

She reached up to caress my face. "I know you do, Milo. I've known it from the moment I met you. You were made to serve a woman like me. You're lucky I found you. You're lucky I can see in you what others have missed. You're lucky I'm willing to let you serve me."

"Yes, I am."

"I have no more tasks for you," she said. "You can go home now."

I left her apartment. I had a boner as I strode down the hallway. I went right to my bedroom. I jerked off furiously while thinking about her riding my face. I had a glorious orgasm.

I fell asleep and dreamed of Chloe, of serving her.

Luckily for me, there was a great deal more service in my future.