She clutched the small envelope between her fingers and stood at the door waiting for her taxi.
The only information He'd given her was how to prepare herself - shaven, make-up, hair down and curly; what to wear - black corset, garter belt, stockings, 3-inch heels, miniskirt, no panties, and a short coat to cover her shoulders; and what to bring - toys, rope and other specific items.
Her fingers toyed with the delicate collar around her neck. He'd called and said that He'd left a piece of paper in her mailbox with an address on it. She was not to look at it. Simply to call a cab and tell the driver that she'd give him the address when he arrived. She was nervous, but excited as well. Of course, walking around without panties tended to have that affect on her.
She fidgeted and looked up and down the street. Flipping open her cell phone, she saw that it was 6:02 p.m. He'd told her to be at her destination by 6:15 SHARP, and that it would take about ten minutes from her house. "Come on, come ON," she muttered to the cab driver, willing him to get there a bit faster.
Finally, at 6:04, the cab pulled up to the curb. She locked the door and walked as elegantly as possible in her heels down to the cab. The driver opened her door and helped her in. As she slipped one leg at a time into the car, she saw the cab driver glance at the garter straps beneath her skirt. Blushing, she pulled her other leg in, said "thank you," and turned away from him.
The driver got into the front, looked at her in the rear view mirror and said "Where to, Miss?"
She handed him the envelope and said "My, um, boyfriend is surprising me, so I don't know where we're going, but here's the address."
Seeing that the envelope wasn't even sealed, the driver's eyebrows went up. "You didn't even peek?" he asked.
She shook her head and smiled secretively. "No, I didn't. I promised Him I wouldn't."
Looking at the paper, he laughed and said, "Must be a heck of a surprise."
She simply smiled and looked out the window as they drove.
Now came the second part of His directions. While on her way, she was to finger her pussy and make sure she was wet for Him when she arrived. But, she could not cum, and she could not let the driver see what she was doing.
She'd thought about this while waiting for the cab. Pulling one leg up and across the other, she put her purse in her lap and slid her left hand underneath it. Glancing at the driver, to make sure he wasn't watching, she looked out the window and tried to look interested in the scenery while she rubbed her fingers over her already swollen clit.
She thought of Him - of His eyes, His cock in her mouth, in her pussy, His hands stroking, pinching, smacking her ass and thighs. Her clit throbbed. Just knowing that she was doing exactly what He asked of her - knowing she was pleasing Him, was enough to make her cunt slippery.
She took slow, deep, quiet breaths and slipped a finger inside her wet folds. She was shocked to feel just how wet she was already. Pulling her dripping fingers back out, she continued to rub her clit gently, to heighten the excitement, but not make herself cum. She hoped the driver couldn't smell her sex from the front seat.
Glancing towards the front again, she saw him looking at her with an amused expression on His face. She smiled an innocent smile at him and turned away quickly before he recognized any look of excitement in her face. After all, it wasn't for the driver, it was for Him.
"Ok, we're almost there, Miss," said the driver.
Sliding her hand back out from beneath her skirt, she took some Kleenex from her purse and dried her fingers.
They pulled up outside of what looked like a condo in a nearby suburb. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even paid attention to the drive there, and had no idea where she was.
The driver got out and opened her door. As she searched her purse for her wallet, the driver touched her arm and said, "No, Miss. Your friend already took care of the cab fee. It was in the envelope." And with a wink, he shut the door behind her and watched her walk up the sidewalk.
"Thank you," she said to him as she turned and climbed the steps.
As the taxi drove away, she looked at the clock on her phone - 6:14 p.m. Her heartbeat sped a bit and she walked up the last few stairs quickly.
Now, for His third directive. She opened her bag and took out a blindfold. It was a blue silk eye cover, usually used for sleeping. She slipped it over her eyes, held her bags in one hand and knocked on the door with the other.
She felt a rush of air as the front door opened and smelled His cologne.
"Your timing is perfect, my slut," He said. "Six-fifteen on the dot."
She smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir."
Taking her hand, He helped her to step up through the doorway. Once inside, He took her bags and her coat.
"Turn around slowly," He said. "I want to see how you've dressed for me."
She stepped forward lightly on one toe, arms slightly outward and turned her back to Him.
"Stop," He said.
Taking her by the hair, He pulled her left hand to His face. She felt Him smile. "Good," He said. "I see you've followed directions."
She blushed and gasped as He forced her to bend forward and slipped His hand between her legs. She felt His fingers slide along her slit and toward her clit. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Hmmm," He said. "Wet, yes, but you can be much more wet than that."
She swallowed tightly. He was disappointed in her.
He pulled her upright again quickly, and walked her to the right.
Releasing her hair, He said, "There are 15 steps. Count them as you walk up."
She felt for the first step with her shoe, stepped up and counted, "One....two....three...."
"....Fifteen." When she reached the top, she stopped and waited. She could feel that He was only a couple of steps behind her.
When He reached the top, He brushed her hair to one side and grazed His lips over her shoulder, making her shiver.
"Walk three steps forward, turn to your left, and walk four more steps," He whispered in her ear.
She complied, staying silent, as He had not told her to count aloud this time.
When she turned and took the last four steps, she felt the floor change from carpet to wood. She stopped and placed her hands behind her back, one wrist in the opposite hand, waiting for further direction.
She felt Him walk into the room and heard Him sit down in a chair somewhere off to her right.
"Turn to your right, walk four steps and then turn around to face me," He said.
She complied, stopping and turning in the direction she'd heard His voice.
