Danny was heading home from work shortly after Midnight to enjoy his first two-day 'weekend' since starting as a line cook at Red Robins. For months his days off were separated, Monday and Thursday, but now he had Tuesdays and Wednesdays off. Sure, they were the slow days and he much rather have Friday and Saturday off, but he was thankful nonetheless.
On the way home, he stopped at 7/11 and bought a couple tall cans of beer. When he finally got home, he took a shower and tossed his clothes in the washing machine, then went to put his phone on the charger.
As he plugged his phone in and the screen lit up, then he noticed he had a text notification. He started getting excited, hoping it was Mistress, just as he's done for every other text he had received over the last few days. But this time it was actually her.
"Hey you. When's a good time?"
Danny replied, "I have the next two days off :) whatever works best for you."
Immediately after texting her back, he realized she sent him the text six hours prior and it was almost 1am. Worried that he texted her while she was trying to sleep and the notification could've woken her up, without thinking it through, he sent another text to apologize, "Sorry for texting so late, just got off work and forgot it was really late."
Right after sending the second text, he realized he just did it again, and if the first one didn't annoy her, the second one surely did. Before making the same mistake a third time, he left his phone charging on the nightstand, then sat down at his desk to binge watch some reruns of Burn Notice while he enjoyed his beer.
Almost immediately after sitting down, Danny got a notification and his heart started racing. He bolted over to his nightstand to check his phone and Mistress had texted him back.
"It's okay. I was still up. You wanna have some fun tomorrow?"
Danny replied, "I'd love to."
Mistress texted back asking, "What kind of fun? Anything specific?"
Danny had a million ideas storming through his mind, but he preferred Mistress make all the decisions, so he asked, "Can we do whatever you want?"
Mistress texted back, "I just want another foot massage."
Danny responded, "I love being useful :D what time?"
Mistress texted back, "Come over around noon, I can make you very useful lol."
Wanting to make sure he wasn't sluggish in the morning, Danny put his beers in the fridge, then headed straight to bed.
When he woke up around 9am, he ate some breakfast, did some push-ups and stretches in his room, then took another shower. And he even dug out his 'nice shirt,' the button-up shirt he bought for interviews, then he paired it with his nicest cargo shorts.
By the time he was done getting ready, it wasn't even 11am yet, so he sat in his bedroom to wait as his excitement grew. When it was finally time to go, he texted Mistress 'On my way." then hopped in his car and left.
The whole way there his excitement continued growing as he imagined all the different things she could have planned. He knew that he'd be more than happy just giving her a foot massage, but he couldn't help hoping there would be more to come. She teased him at the end of their last session that he still needed to be punished for cumming without her permission, though he didn't have a choice in the matter, but the idea of being punished by her had been on his mind everyday since.
Before he could work himself up into getting an erection and leaking all over his boxers, Danny did his best to block out all the dirty thoughts for the rest of the drive. When he turned onto her street, he texted from a few blocks away, "Almost there."
Mistress immediately texted back, "Don't text and drive dumbass."
Danny chuckled and replied, "Sorry lol"
When he pulled up to her house and parked beside her nice sports car, he saw Mistress standing on the front porch. She was wearing a short black dress with some sexy leather knee-high boots and a silver chain choker.
Danny got out of his car almost 'star-struck' and blurted out, "Wow, you look amazing!"
Mistress didn't react or respond, she simply motioned with her finger, "Come here."
Danny met her on the front pouch, "Hi, how's it going?"
Mistress half-smiled, then asked, "Can you put your hands behind your back real quick?"
Confused by the request, Danny said, "Umm... sure, yeah." then put his arms behind his back.
Mistress quickly pulled back her fist and punched him in the soft part of his gut, knocking the air out of him and causing him to hunch over and grab his gut from the pain. Danny was shocked at how hard she punched him, and he felt like he was going to throw up.
As he struggled to regain his composure and stand up straight, Danny looked up aa Mistress and she looked very angry. Before he could ask what was wrong, she pushed him towards the door and followed him inside, then slammed the door behind her. Danny turned around, concerned and confused, then Mistress pointed at the couch, "Sit!"
Still confused, Danny carefully walked backward towards the couch and then sat down, "Is this real or are we role-playing?"
Mistress ignored his question, then yelled, "I told you not to text and drive! Then you immediately did it again!"
Starting to suspect they weren't role-playing, Danny apologized, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again."
Mistress took a step closer, then told him, "If it does happen again, we're done! I'm dead fuckin serious. Do you understand?"
Danny realized the woman he referred to as 'Mistress' was enraged, and it was all over texting and driving. She wasn't role-playing, she was legitimately irate. Not wanting to make her more angry, Danny apologized again, "Look, I'm really sorry. I promise I'll never ever do that again."
Mistress angrily stared at him with her arms crossed for a few long seconds, then Danny spoke up, "If you don't want me here, I can leave. I'm fine with you hurting me, but not like that. That was different."
After another few very long and intense seconds, Mistress dropped her arms, "Look, I lost my cool. I'm sorry. Just don't do that, you could've ran over some kid's dog or something. But I shouldn't have hit you like that either."
Danny could tell Mistress was still mad, but she was also embarrassed about her outburst. Still unsure if things were okay between them, he responded "Hey, I promise I'm not going to do it again," then he asked, "Are we good? Or would you like me to give you some space?"
Mistress's face slowly shifted from angry and back to kindness, then she said, "We're good. You just wait here, I need to finish getting ready. We have plans."
While Mistress went back into her room, Danny sat on the couch wondering what she meant by 'plans.' She seemed to be dressed like they were going out on a date, but he knew it couldn't be that. His mind wandered around for a while, but he couldn't figure out what she meant.
After about fifteen minutes, Mistress came back into the living room with her purse and keys. Then she tossed her keys to Danny and told him, "You ready to go?"
Danny looked down at the keys, then back up at Mistress, "Am I driving your car?"
Mistress opened the front door, "Yes, let's go."
Danny followed Mistress outside and towards her sports car while she explained to him, "You hold doors open for me, you don't go over the speed limit, you hold my purse, and you carry my bags while I'm shopping." then she handed Danny her purse and asked, "Can you handle that?"
Danny grabbed her purse then ran up ahead and opened the passenger side door of her car with a smile on his face, "Yes I can do that Mistress."
Mistress cringed a little, "Oh, don't call my Mistress in public."
Danny responded, "Yes Ma'am!"
Then Mistress cringed even harder, "Please don't, that's somehow worse. Look, just call me Kim." then she got in the car.
Danny shut the door as butterflies started storming around in his stomach, he finally got her name, although he had no idea if it was her actual name.
He ran back around and got in the driver's seat, jumped in and started the car, then asked, "Where would you like to go Kim?"
Kim answered, "Trader Joe's first."
Danny put the car in reverse, then asked, "Umm, which way is that?"
Kim entered the address into the GPS then a map with directions popped up on the dashboard monitor with directions. While Danny was backing out of the driveway, the GPS changed to the backup camera, then suddenly it hit him. He was sitting in the nicest car he's ever driven. After carefully backing out, Danny cautiously drove Kim to Trader Joe's, making sure not to speed or run any stop lights, and definitely don't touch his phone.
On the way to Trader Joe's, Kim was using her phone most of the way, appearing to be texting with people or making notes of some kind. When they were almost to their destination, Kim put her phone down and asked, "So what made you get into culinary arts?"
Danny chuckled, "I wouldn't call Red Robins 'Culinary Arts,' I'm just a line cook."
Then Kim responded, "Do you prep food and cook?"
Danny paused for a second, "Yeah... I guess you're right. I'm in the Culinary Arts business."
Kim asked, "Why though? When did you get into cooking?"
Danny chuckled again, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm not really into cooking. It's just a job."
Then Kim asked, "Well if you could have any job, what would it be?"
Danny quickly answered, "Oh, that's easy. I'd be an 'Editor' for a big YouTube or Twitch channel. Those people just edit videos, manage emails, and schedule uploads. And they get to work from home."
Kim responded, "You should do that then."
Danny said, "I did it for a couple smaller channels, but they eventually got huge and hired a real company to manage their channels."
Kim explained, "Yeah, that's what most OnlyFans chicks do so they don't have to deal with all the weird and creepy DM's and comments they get online."
While pulling into the Trader Joe's parking lot, Danny asked, "Is that what you were dealing with earlier? Responding to DM's and stuff?"
Kim answered, "Yeah, it's mostly dick pics, but I try to reply to everyone else. Especially if they're following me or subscribed to my OnlyFans, it's the least I can do."
After Danny found a parking spot, he ran round to open Kim's door, and when he went to hand Kim her purse, he asked, "Should I go in with you, or wait out here? I could even pick you up at the door if you'd like."
Kim smiled, then pushed her purse away, "No, you're coming with. You hold my purse and carry my groceries."