She strode down the sidewalk confident and carefree, taking in little of her surroundings. She was a different person lately, almost a stranger to herself, but a beautiful, welcome stranger. It seemed people couldn't help but notice her as she passed them. She often wondered what they were thinking. Did they know her secret? But how could they? Maybe she was one of those beautiful people now that strangers couldn't help but admire. That seemed unlikely. Perhaps they just noticed the confidence in her stride and wondered how they could gain such confidence. There were just so many possibilities. She knew that at least a few would recognize her as the one called Stalkee. For as many as had emailed her, there were countless more that had browsed on by. She often hoped one would notice her and approach her. She sometimes suspected it would happen when people stared too long with that expression that said 'I have something to say but I don't quite know what it is'. Little did she know that her chance would be coming soon.
She walked into the grocery store and grabbed a basket. She didn't have much to pick up today, thankfully. Carrying them home was never a fun or easy task. She headed to the produce aisle and seeing some fresh strawberries, thought of some creative decorations she could make on herself with them. Perhaps another time, she thought ruefully and continued on. She grabbed a couple apples and a bunch of bananas before heading over to the bin food area. She contemplated some sunflower seeds and moved on. She continued on with her shopping without noticing that someone had begun following her through the store. It was always busy in here and it wasn't uncommon for people to be going the same direction, so even if she had she would have thought nothing of it.
The man continued to stay just far enough out of sight not to give her the sensation of being followed. As she grabbed her final purchase and got in line for the cashier, the man exited the store and waited just outside the doors.
She paid for her purchases and walked outside. The man waited for her to pass, then dropped a can of soup on the ground. She heard the noise and turned.
"Excuse me, miss, I think you dropped this," he said, extending it out to her.
"Oh, thank you," she replied.
She took the can of soup and placed it in her bag.
"You look familiar," the man said. "I'm sure I've met you before."
Her heart pounded as she replied, "I don't recognize you, I'm afraid. I may have helped you find shoes if you shop at Payless."
"I don't shop there," he said. "It's something else."
"I'm not sure where else you would know me from," she said, blushing.
She was thinking that he might be one of the men who messaged her, but the faces ran together after a while.
"Well, it must not be too important. I'm sorry to bother you," he said.
"Oh, it was no trouble. Thank you for noticing my soup," she replied.
"You're welcome," he said as he walked towards her.
And just as he passed her, she swore she heard him whisper, "Stalkee."
Impulsively she turned and grabbed his arm. "Wait! Did you just call me Stalkee?" she asked.
"I may have," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
"You know, don't you?" she whispered as she blushed deeper.
"More than you realize," he said. "Can I give you a lift home?"
She pondered for a brief moment and then accepted his offer with a nod.
"Come on," he said, gesturing for her to follow.
She followed him with her thoughts racing at a mile a minute. She couldn't even keep track of all the warnings and fantasies fighting within her mind. But she had committed to being risky today, so risky she was going to be.
They chatted idly as he drove her to her house. She was relaxing her guard more than she would have liked, but they were laughing like old friends before she knew it. It seemed like only seconds had passed when they pulled up in front of her place.
She didn't know yet what she was going to do. Should she invite him up? Give him her phone number? Say thank you and never see him again? It was so hard to decide. Thankfully he decided for her.
"May I use your washroom before I go?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, always eager to please.
They both entered the building together and headed to her apartment. He had taken half of her grocery bags without asking and carried them for her. She let him in and he set the groceries down in the kitchen.
"Where's your washroom?" he asked.
"At the end of the hall," she said, pointing.
"Thank you," he said.
She decided to put her groceries away while he was in the washroom.
She finished putting her groceries away, then realized he still hadn't come out of the washroom. She wanted to check if he was okay, but she was too embarrassed. She instead decided to have a seat in her living room and wait for him.
Several minutes passed and she finally heard the toilet flush and the door open. As he strode into the living room she turned a bright shade of crimson. He was naked! She certainly wasn't expecting that. And he was fully erect as well. She caught herself staring at his penis and longing to take it in her mouth.
"Kneel!" he commanded.
She found herself compelled to obey.
"Come here," he said, pointing to the floor beside him.
Her heart beat erratically as she scurried across the carpet to his side.
"Very good," he said as he stroked her head. "You seem very obedient. Somebody taught you well."
"Yes, Master," she replied impulsively.
