He had just got a coffee from the machine and was settling in front of his computer screen to start work for the day when she rang him. He was to be waiting outside his office building in twenty minutes with his cock cage on (but no underwear) and $1500 in cash in his pocket. He would be taking the rest of the week off. As soon as she had given him that list she rang off quickly, without waiting for any sort of response, but he had been expecting the call and he knew what it meant; she had finished her lessons and was going to prove her skills on him to graduate.
As he waited for the lift down, excited but very nervous, he wondered if she had reached another decision as well; he hoped that being told to take the rest of the week off meant she had. He had got up from his desk and left the office without explanation or even logging off. He had to get to the bank to get the money she had asked for in time to meet her and time was tight; he would have to ring up later and say he had had a sudden illness and needed to go home.
Exactly on time a big white Executive taxi pulled up and he was only just ready. The bank had been more difficult than he had expected and his obviously being in a hurry hadn't helped. The teller had been very suspicious about him withdrawing so much cash and he had had to show photo id and answer a lot of security questions. He was still sweating from nervousness and running up the hill to get back in front of his office as the taxi arrived.
C, was sitting in the back of the cab in a black dress and her favorite jacket with flowers embroidered over the back and shoulders. She was looking a little tense herself and gave him a tight smile though the window, which he returned as best he could. The driver, a grey-haired, portly middle aged man, held the door open for him. As soon as he got in C held out her hand for the money, took it and put it in the bag at her feet without saying anything. To his surprise she pulled a leather blindfold with an elastic strap out of the bag as she straightened up, slipped it over his head and adjusted it so he couldn't see a thing. He had expected her to ask about his breathlessness but she stayed completely silent. As soon as the cab began to move she reached between his legs and felt for his cage and opened his fly to slip in a hand to see that he wasn't wearing his underwear.
Getting out of his underwear at work had needed some careful work in the men's toilets but the cage hadn't been an issue; he had been wearing it for the last four weeks and she had the key. She left her hand in his trousers once she had checked he was as she had asked.
The car had moved off as soon as the driver was back in his seat, they must have discussed the destination before he got in and she didn't want him to hear where they were going. Sitting in the back he was feeling an exciting mix of fear about what he hoped would happen next, embarrassment about what the driver was thinking and concern that someone from work had seen the blindfold or her reaching into his trousers. He held her other hand; she seemed more relaxed now that he was next to her but still said nothing. Slowly his breathing returned to normal.
The car journey took quite a while. He tried to guess where they were going but soon got confused. It was clear from the traffic and the noise from the streets that they were staying near the central city, so he guessed that the driver had been asked not to take a direct route but their destination was somewhere nearby. He sat holding her hand, trying to stay calm and wondering about what she had in store for him. He thought he could feel her excitement through the tension in her hand but it might just have been his.
Finally they stopped. There was the sound of people walking and talking nearby on the footpath but he wasn't asked to remove his blindfold. The driver opened the door, took him by the arm and helped C guide him out. The footpath seemed quite crowded and he wondered what they thought about the blindfold and hoped even more they didn't see his trousers were open. It clearly wasn't bothering C so he did his best to look nonchalant under the mask and just follow where he was being led.
She guided him across the footpath to a doorway, letting him go while she spoke into an entry phone. The door clicked almost immediately and she led him into what seemed to be a narrow hallway. There was the sound of heels up above and a voice calling "Come upstairs!" She led him down the hall and started on the stairs but he was very slow in his blindfold, feeling for each tread as he walked up. There was an impatient clicking noise then a fairly fairly brusque, "Oh I see," and the heels came down the stairs. He was taken firmly by the arm and pulled up at least four flights of stairs with a lot less regard than he had been shown before by C. At the top of the stairs he was pushed into a room and left for a minute while outside he could hear the heels saying, "You go along and talk to Mistress -- I'll get him sorted." The door opened and closed and his blindfold was removed. The wearer of the heels turned out to be a solidly built middle aged woman who looked at him in a business-like sort of way and said "Get undressed. You can leave your clothes on the chair. I'll come and get you when they are ready."
She left, leaving the door open and he heard the heels go down the hall. A door opened, there was a brief conversation and the heels came back down the hall past the door to his room. She glanced in as she passed and frowned at him on seeing he was still standing there fully dressed. He quickly took off his clothes and put them neatly over the only chair in the room, a big armchair. The room was small with only the chair, a small table and a frosted window by way of furnishing. Once undressed he was at a bit of a loss; it felt silly to be standing naked but the chair had a very grand look and didn't seem meant for him. Finally he knelt upright in the middle of the floor facing the door and waited. In the quiet he realized that there was an open door to the outside somewhere. He could hear street noise and the sound of road works so he guessed they were near the new motorway extension close to the centre of town. He could smell cigarette smoke and also guessed it was the woman who had met them having a smoke while she waited. He could hear the occasional sound of heels elsewhere in the building. After a while the woman, now smelling strongly of smoke came back into the room "Good boy," she said approvingly seeing him kneeling naked, "Now just put your head on the floor and don't look up until I come for you," and she left again, shutting the door this time.
He did as she asked and waited a long time. It was quiet except for the occasional sound of heels deep in the building and when she came he heard her approach a long way down the hall. She had a collar, lead and full-face bondage hood with her. In silence the collar was quickly buckled on but the hood was very tight and she spent a long time pulling his head around to get it on. Eventually it was in place and she locked it with a padlock at the back. She unzipped the mouth hole and made sure it was in the right place by pushing her fingers into his mouth.
"Do you know what your Mistress has in mind for you?" she asked.
"No, Ma'am, she hasn't said."
"But you are happy to undergo what she asks? Do you need to be able to use your safeword?"
"I am happy to take whatever she asks for. If she thinks I need my safeword she will ask me."
"OK then but everything that happens here is consensual -- you are sure about this? Kneel up and tell me that you are happy to go with whatever your Mistress asks"
"Yes, Ma'am, anything she wants of me."
