She checks her face and hair in the rear view mirror.. was she ready? could she handle this? should she just turn around and leave?
She saw the excitement in her own eyes and knew the answer.
She was ready... or at least willing to try.
The sun was shining, bright and cheerful.. the breeze was catching the filmy material of her sundress and threatening to make it fly up. Which would expose her nakedness beneath.
She had been here so many times before, the familiar sights of purple flowers and the shade of the small tree by the steps to her Owner's house were definitely comforting, in and of themselves.. but what lay beyond the front door was still a bit dark and frightening.
That morning she had received an email from her Owner. It was vague but completely to the point, in giving all the information she needed...
My kitten,
Come to Me.
9:35 a.m.
Wear only your red sundress and black sandals.
Hair down, no make up, freshly showered and shaved.
Leave your van in the side parking lot, locked and bring only: -an open pack of Marlboros with 14 cigarettes in it -a black silky scarf -one bottle of drinking water -and your van keys.
Knock twice and wait outside My door.
As she walked up the 3 steps her pulse quickened. Her palms felt slick. She was wett.
*knocks twice, and waits*
...and waits
...and waits
She wonders if she has knocked loud enough?
Was he off having a cigarette? On the phone? In the bathroom? Did He miss the sound of her knock?
...and waits
The door slowly opens... a stranger is standing there! A man, mid 30's, average build, brown hair... bare chested... She wonders if he has anything on... and WHO is he? The door hides everything below the waist... and he smiles at her, almost wickedly.
Who is this? Where is her Owner?
He speaks softly, precisely and with a slight authority.
"Give me the items in your hands."
The screen door opens partially; she sneaks a look and sees he is wearing a loose pair of black shorts.. as she reaches for the side of the door to open it fully, she stops at his next words...
"no, hand me the items."
She hands the stranger her keys, her pack of smokes and the black scarf.
The screen door is closed.
She looks up at him with questions in her eyes.. he seems to be waiting.
Quickly, she places her feet shoulder width apart and places her hands behind her back and clasps them, elbows straight out... her right one grazing the side of the house slightly.
The stranger smiles and speaks again.
"You will remove your shoes and place them in front of this door."
She does as she is told and returns to the standing at attention position.
"Now, you will remove your dress. Kneel-up and hold your dress behind you at the small of your back and wait."
With that, he closed the main door.
Oh my goodness?! What was he thinking? Out here? In the open? What if a neighbor came by?
She remembers the time she was outside on the back porch, and Sir's neighbor came out to chat.. and she was wearing her blue sundress with all the buttons undone, except the top and middle ones... she was so embarrassed! She had turned away and felt so ashamed that she was being rude to her Sir's neighbor.. but could not expose her body to the neighbor.
