After nearly a year of constant emailing, I was finally ready to take the plunge. It was mid-June, and I had four weeks of holidays coming in July. Last September, I had started to talk to a Domme via a chat room. We had really connected and met quite regularly on line.
Mistress Sheila was living near the Toronto area-I wasn't exactly sure where, but I was planning to spend my holidays visiting her. She had extended the invitation and it was left for me to reply. I had just finished typing my response and had sent my email. There was no turning back. I merely had to await my instructions.
Two days later they arrived. Mistress Sheila had clearly delineated her wishes. I was to drive my car to the Scarborough Town Center; a large mall. I was to park in the lot visible from highway 401 next to The Bay Department Store. I was supposed to be wearing a red t-shirt, black shorts, and sandals. After I had parked, I was to blindfold myself and stand outside my car bent over the hood. As the first day of my holidays was July third, I was to arrive there for 6 in the evening.
As July third approached, I grew more and more nervous. On July 2, I packed my bags and proceeded to prepare for my journey. Naked I stood and critically evaluated myself in the bathroom mirror. I was a shade under six feet tall, and a trim 185 pounds. Constant visits to the gym had given me good muscle definition. While trim, I was very white. I hadn't had the opportunity to be out in the sun much, and it showed. My penis was a nice size and lay nestled in my soft curly blanket of pubic hair. My hair was getting long though, and I wanted to make a good impression, so I decided to shower and go get a cut. Overall though, for a man of 35, I thought she'd be impressed.
I awoke nice and early. I went for a run, had a leisurely shower and then a hearty breakfast. After cleaning up, I went next door to see my neighbours John and Maggie. I just wanted to remind them that they were looking after my place for the next little while and let them know that I would likely be back in 3-4 weeks. After loading my car I was on my way just before noon. It's about a five hour drive from Montreal to Toronto, so I was in good time. And indeed it looked like I might arrive more than ninety minutes early until the 401 came to a dead stop not more than 15 minutes from my destination.
With horror I watched the clock relentlessly moving forward while I crawled slowly forward in my car. Finally, I crawled past the 4 car pile-up that had closed most of the highway. Almost immediately I was speeding to make my rendezvous. If I was late the repercussions were bound to be unpleasant. I pulled into the mall parking lot a few minutes to six. As I got to the area that I was to park the car in, a stunning older woman left the mall and went to her car. I couldn't believe my luck, and waited to take her spot after she left. As I got out of the car, I glanced around looking for Mistress Sheila. We had exchanged photos earlier in the year, but I couldn't see anyone who looked like her. I bent over the car and stood there waiting. Suddenly I remembered that I was to have blindfolded myself. I reopened the car and grabbed my blindfold. Once it was in place, I resumed my position waiting.
Mistress Sheila kept me waiting for a while. Many people went by me-some making comments as they passed. Variations on, "what the hell is he doing?" were the most common. Finally, I heard the sharp quick clicks of high heels. I went to stand up, but was pushed back toward the car with force.
"Did I tell you to move?" a stern but pleasant voice asked. "You appear to have followed my instructions... this is good. I'm going to place a collar and leash on you and then lead you to my car. You will not touch your blindfold until I say so-understand??" She emphasized this last query by grabbing my hair and pulling my head up from the car.
"Yes Mistress," I croaked.
"Stand up straight," she commanded. I felt a leather collar go around my neck. It fit snugly, but did not make my breathing difficult. A moment later a leash was clipped into the collar.
"There," she said. "That's much better. Now follow me. My car's a little ways away."
"Permission to speak Mistress?" I asked.
"Yes Michael, you may speak."
"I have a bag packed in the trunk Mistress. Could I carry it to your car? And is it ok to just leave my car here Mistress?"
Almost before I could finish my sentence I felt the crack of a cane across the backs of my legs. "OWWW" I cried.
