Writing True Devotion [M-LS]

[Anne]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Magenta]This story may deal with subjects that some people may find disturbing. So if you are easily offend or disturbed do not read this. Please feel free to leave comments and suggestions.


[CENTER][SIZE=3][B]True Devotion[/B][/SIZE]
Chapter: One
Our Meeting[/CENTER]

The sharp, bitter wind blew into her gray eyes making her squint and bow her head every more. Her blue checkered scarf was wrapped tightly around her mouth, nose, and neck. Pink earmuff and her long brown hair protected her ears from the bitter elements. She was dressed in a long wool tight fitting cotton coat that came to her ankles, with warm winter boat snug on her feet. Wool gloved where placed on her hands as she carried the four bags of groceries. Beneath the layers was a grin on her face, for even though the weather was bad, today was her favourite day. Today was the anniversary that she had met her Master, it has been ten years and everyday was pure bliss for her. She crunches through the snow in her own wave of memories.

She had met her Master, as she worked as a waitress in the high upscale restaurant. No job could be more perfect for a submissive the whole concept of a waitress was to serve other and do as the wish without much of a fuss. She was the perfect worker there, not to the point other hated her, she never told what other employers did, but just quietly did her work. Always on time, never quarreled with the customer, bosses wish. That restaurant is where she had met him and has never once been upset she had.

[I]?Alice, we have a big party coming in. They are a group of business men and will be good if they become regulars, so treat them as nice as you always do.? Alice?s boss looked at her in her white tight blouse, with the black bow tie, mid length black skirt, with her black high heels that was the uniform of the restaurant. She nodded her head to her boss and grabbed her order pad. Her heels clicked on the tile floor of the kitchen as she grabbed her tray with the salads on it. With her back she pushed open the door that said out and onto the carpet of the large dinning room.

Alice made her way over to regular customers where she placed down their salad. She asked if they would needed anything else and made her way to the private room. Most of the larger dinner parties like the larger rooms and nine times out of ten Alice got them. Before entering in she looked at what she had, nine businessmen, four on each side and one at the head. The man at the head looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, his features where strong, yet handsome and it was very easy to tell who was in charge there. They where all looking at the menu and talking quietly to themselves, except for the man who had his hand folded on the table looking at the other.

With her small tray under one arm she walked into the room with a smile on her face. ?Hello, my name is Alice and I would be your server tonight.? Alice spoke in her sweet, soft voice and gave a small bow. ?Can I please, start you off with something to drink, Sirs.? She scribbled down their orders and went t o go fetch them. She stopped by one of her other table to see how things where going and than put the drink order in at the bar. Back in the kitchen she placed table twenty-four dinners on a tray and then went and placed them at the table. In the dinning room she got the old couple salad plated and placed their order in with the cook. He next stop was the bar to grab the large parties drink.

The men the in the private dinning room where talking with each other laughing and horsing around. Alice entered the room as quietly as she could as to not disturb them. Alice began setting the drinks down starting with the older man; he had only spoken once to tell Alice his drink. Up closer this guy was even better looking, she almost laughed at herself this guy was most likely as old as her dad was, she was only twenty five herself. Working her way around the table she set the drinks down, the conversation had died down some as she had begun to work. Alice sat down the last glass on the table and was going to stand back up when she felt something touch her on her butt. She let out a gasp and dropped her tray making most of the guy burst out laughing.

?Alice your ass is very nice has anyone ever told you that.? The guy who Alice just served grabbed her by her wrist. She looked down and the guy?s hand wrapped all the way around it. He was grinning at her and for some reason it frightened her.

?Please Sir, let me go?? Her voice was low and soft, the guy started laughing again. Alice was sure that they could all tell she was frightened.

A hand slammed on the table drawing the men?s attention to the other end of the table. The older man sat there drumming his one hand on the table with his other hand palm down. ?Let the girl go.? Alice wrist was dropped. ?We are here to talk business not scare let waitress. Bring salad for us all, Alice? He smiled at her and she nodded her head and ran off. Her face was a light pink from blushing and didn?t stop until she had reached the kitchen, where she had cursed herself for letting them get to her like that. ?Excuse me Alex,? She walked up to one of her co-workers. ?Could you help me prepare nine salads, please?? He nodded his head and she went to bring out some orders. With her return the salad took only a few minutes to complete. She brought them out to the men and they where talking quietly with each other this time it seemed more like business. The rest of there dinner went off without a hitch, she only had a couple of lewd comments but that was all.

With day the day completed she released her hair from the bun it had been, light brown hair fell in waves to the small of her back, out of everything in her body Alice felt her hair was her best feature. She cleaned the table and began to setup for the morning shift. A movement in the private dinning room diverted her attention. Curious about the movement she looked into the doors, there shouldn?t have been anyone there, but there was the older man was still there. She took this time to look him over better, his credit card had said his name was George Livingston, he had very angular feature that gave his a distinguished look, his eyes where an ice that seem to just pierce right through you, his hair was jet black but through out it was dotted with grey hair. Alice smiled, as he looked down at the paper he was reading she watch and smiled at him.

?It is not polite to stare at others, girl.? The sudden strength of his voice made Alice jump and stand straighter, which made the man chuckled lowly to himself. Alice dropped her head out of embarrassment making her long hair fall into her face, hiding her red cheeks. ?You know Alice, if you keep acting that meek and quite men will take advantage of you or is that what you want?? Alice could feel his icy stare moving up and down her body without even looking up. She heard the chair move back and his footsteps fall till he reached her. His hand was strong and soft at the same time as he moved her head to meet his eyes.

?Sir?!? Alice?s voice trembled, as he moved his other hand across her pale skin. He was much taller than he thought he was, even in her heels she reached only to his chest. Her eyes could not move from his as he caressed her skin. In her mind she was telling herself she should be screaming for help or kick the guy, but she couldn?t bring herself, too.

?Don?t not worry my Little Alice, I will not harm you. You should not fear.? His voice was soothing and it made her feel comfortable, like it was suppose to be natural. His hand left her face and Alice yearned for that touch once more. His smiled at her it seemed like a sweet smile, but beneath it something was different. ?I must go now, Alice, but I will wait outside for you. I would like to ask you something.? He must have seen the fear in her eyes and body language. ?Do not worry I will not harm you against your will.?

Alice watched him leave puzzled by what he had said. She bit her lower lip in thought as to what he meant by that one comment. Finishing her work she said good-byes to her co-workers and left the building. Outside the building like promised was George standing next to a silver BMW waving at her. Even from her position she could see the smile on his face, she let a loud audible gulp and went over to him.[/I]

Shaken from her thoughts by the voice she looked over at a picked fence. Mrs. Frickle stood up against her white picked fence bundles up as she called over to Alice once more. Alice seen the old woman and smiled, her and her husband where a very kind couple, both retired and one of the few that actually knew the truth about Master?s and hers relationship. Master had been good friends with them before she had even come to live in her Master?s place. She pulled the scrap down off her mouth and nose and smiled, ?Good day Mrs. Frickle,? Alice gave a small bow as best she could with the grocery bags. ?Very cold day isn?t it.?

?Yes dear it is. I am glad I caught you, I wanted to ask you a question.? Mrs. Frickle short white hair blew in the wind, which made both of them cringe. ?I would like to know if you care to join me for tea tomorrow dear.?

?That would be very nice, thank you.? She smiled she loved having tea with her, she always told the best stories. ?I will be seeing you than I must start dinner soon if I wish to have it done on time.? They made their good byes and Alice headed up the driveway to the house.

From the Frickle residence Mr. Frickle exited the house. ?Was that Alice dear?? He walked up behind his wife as she nodded her head. ?How did she seem??

?Normal, which worries me, Henry. I think she will be okay but we should still keep an ear on her today.? The old woman rested her head upon her husband?s shoulder as they watched Alice enter the large house.
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