To the Reader, my Master has granted his permission for me to submit this story. He is a good Master and has won me.
The door on the long black car opened quickly.
His eyes were glued to the long stockinged leg that gracefully stretched out. It's red shoe landed directly on the edge of the puddle. The second leg followed, almost sliding down the length of the first. Tiny drops of water splashed over her shoes.
The chauffeur arrived. Standing beside her, he offered his assistance. Svelte pale fingers were placed in his. She stood, leaning on his arm for support. He guided her from the car across the wet path to the well-lit restaurant. Perfectly displayed in the glow of the lights, her high necked red dress snuggled tightly against her slender body. The chauffeur's hand moved to the small of her back. She walked with her head held high, stepping into the restaurant and away from his eyes.
He strained to see where she was taken to sit. Moments later he watched as she was led to the table near the back of the room by the floor to ceiling window. He saw her look around the restaurant. Then with a little shrug she picked up the wine list and gave her drink order to the waiter.
He watched as she placed her evening bag on the table. Using her mobile phone to make a call, her lips glistened as she spoke into the mouthpiece. Smiling she ended the call and put the phone back into her bag.
It was time.
He moved across the street and entered the restaurant. He asked to be taken to his reserved table. The other side of the restaurant shielded by indoor plants was a perfect place for him to sit. His order arrived quickly. While he ate, he watched her. Her movements were smooth; she showed no sign of being outwardly scared.
When he finished his meal, he moved across to the lift. He knew she would be following soon. He entered his apartment, checked it was tidy and sat quietly in the dark to wait.
The tentative knock on his door brought him out of his relaxed state. He rose, making sure he stood behind the door. Opening it, he let her in. She followed her instructions explicitly and stopped only a couple of steps in the room. He closed the door. Standing behind her, he breathed in deeply her scent as he lifted the scarf in his hands and brought it to run loosely across the front of her throat. She trembled, but stood quietly and waited. He lifted the scarf and covered her eyes, tying it at the back firmly. She was blindfolded. Effectively unable to see him.
"It's nice to see you sub," his deep voice sending a thrill down her back.
"Thank you Sir. It's good to finally be with you."
"Yes. Now sub, are you ready for me? Are you ready for what we are about to do?"
"Yes Sir. I am ready."
He guided her directly to the bedroom.
"Undress for me sub. I will watch you." The slight creak of the armchair was noticeable in the cold silence of the room.
She reached behind and slid the zip on her dress down. Then she lifted it off her shoulders and slid it carefully down her body. Usually she could see what she was doing, but being blindfolded turned it into a task that needed concentration.
She ensured the dress fell to her feet by keeping hold of it with one hand. Her movements were exaggerated as she stepped out of it. Not knowing where to put it, she simply dropped it to the floor and kicked it away from her.
Next she reached up behind and undid the clasp on her bra. As it fell away from her body, her breasts bounced a little. The bra landed on the dress. She stopped, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
"Carry on sub. I want to see you."
