The doorbell rang and since he wasn't expecting anyone, he tried to ignore it. It rang again and again. Finally he roused himself away from his computer and headed to the door, slightly irritated at being disturbed.
Without checking who was there, he opened the door, figuring he would quickly rid himself of this unwanted visitor. He did not like people dropping by and while he knew that this separated him from his neighbors, he was just as happy to be allowed his privacy. He was aware that he had a mysterious air in this little town he had chosen to inhabit, he overheard people, what they thought of him and much more interesting, what they wondered about - why he was there, what he did when he wasn't with his children, why he wasn't dating someone, what he was looking for...the townsfolk saw him as being a bit aloof, friendly when he wanted to be but not overly courteous. He was perfectly happy with this arrangement. He wasn't interested in getting involved in everyone's business and the fewer involved in his, the better.
He was surprised, therefore, to see a woman, an attractive woman standing at his door. It took him a moment to realize who it was. She was tall, blonde, quite stunning and dressed all in black.
"Oh, my gosh. What are you doing here? C'mon in, please. Wow, what a surprise! How did you ever find me?" He stood back away from the door to allow her to pass. She walked into his house, taking in every detail, storing it away - standing off to the side of the door.
His face was loose, relaxed, and he looked genuinely happy to see her. She smiled but not overly so.
He turned to walk towards the back of the house, leading the way for her. "Can I get you some coffee? Something to eat?"
He felt her crop swat the back of his thighs and his mind went into shock for a moment.
He quickly turned on his heels, questioning what she was doing, what was going on.
"you will never, ever again walk in front of Me. I lead, you follow and later I will punish you for failing to remember that I don't drink coffee. I drink tea and tea only."
"Yes, Miss Alex," the words came to his mouth as if he had been saying them his whole life versus only a few weeks. He had never imagined he would be speaking them, in person, today, to her, the woman he had been communicating with for months on the internet.
"Make My tea and then go to your room, shower and get on your knees. Wait for Me there."
"Yes, Miss Alex." He could feel his cock growing in his pants and his hands began to shake. He was overwhelmed with emotion and it was confusing to him. He needed time to sort out his feelings but there wasn't any. He put the water on to boil and found the tea bags and the cup to make his Mistress her tea.
She has raised herself onto the kitchen counter, sliding her ass back and spreading her legs, slightly. She held her crop in her hand and he was too scared, too nervous to look at Her, to meet Her eyes.
When he heard the kettle begin to whistle, he poured the water over the bag and waited for the water to turn the appropriate color. He kept waiting for Her to speak, frightened to make the first move, to break the silence She was comfortable sharing with him. It made him uncomfortable and She seemed to relish this fact. She could see his hands shaking, just slightly and it excited Her.
He placed the cup of tea next to Her on the counter and awaited further instructions. Again, he was too nervous, too excited to meet Her eyes, so he kept his gaze downward, hoping to avoid further punishment.
"Look at Me," She instructed. He did as he was told. He began to smile, this was the woman he cared about, this was the woman he could trust, the one who knew his deepest darkest secrets. She was also the woman he had treated unkindly and he had a feeling in his gut that made him a little woozy.
"I came here today, driving four hours, to see you. I hope you can appreciate that."
He began to speak, to agree that, yes, this was very kind of her and he was appreciative but before the second word left his mouth, She grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, brought his face very close to Hers and slapped him across the cheek.
"Did I give you permission to speak to Me," She asked? "No, I did not. I gave you permission to look at me, to stare into my beautiful eyes, which would be enough for most men but you think you deserve more, deserve better. I am here today to squash that notion, once and for all. I am done playing your sorry-assed games and today I will either make you see that you are a pussy man, you are not worthy of Me and that you are only half a man without Me or you will make the mistake of continuing to play with Me, to play with My emotions, to run scared whenever I come close, and you will lose Me, forever. I am sick of this shit, frances, is that understood."
