(Prologue)
The phone rang.
Paul looked at the clock as his hand went to pick the receiver up. Even before he saw the time he knew that it was four o'clock and it would be her. His mouth went dry and his heart began to beat stronger. As he picked the phone up he took a deep silent breath before speaking into the mouthpiece.
"Hello, Paul Meadows, design, Newton Media Relations."
A slow, soft and deliberate "Hello Paul" came the reply - his heart missed a beat and he could hardly breathe. It was always like this he thought.
He glanced quickly around the office at his two co-workers lost in their computers before he managed to speak again.
"Hi, it's you, what can I do for you?" He winced at his wording but she always threw him off his guard.
"Indeed Paul, what can you do for me? Be at the apartment for six, sharp?"
"Yes, I can . . . that would be lovely" Paul winced again at his answer.
"Correct answer, Pet" the woman replied very softly. She then added.
"Six, naked, kneeling and ready for inspection."
Before Paul could speak again the phone went dead.
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At seven minutes to six Paul positioned himself inside the door of the apartment. On his knees, head up, eyes cast down, hands behind his back and, apart from a black leather collar, he was naked as commanded. He positioned himself a few minutes early as Mistress sometimes arrived a little before her stated time. He had made that error once and would not do it again. He waited for her entrance and thought of his total servitude and submission to this woman he now addressed as Mistress. While doing this Paul became even more aroused than when he had first slipped out of his clothes. He always became aroused when he was stripping off for his Mistress, even when she was not there in person. Time ebbed by and the longer he waited the harder his penis became. This was also part of the instruction "ready for inspection". Paul's Mistress expected him to be fully hard when she arrived. Paul's Mistress also expected him to be showered and dried, teeth brushed, be clean shaven, to have the air conditioning on at her desired setting, to have turned on the CD player and have a selection of CDs ready, to have her favourite white wine on ice and to have placed a selection of olives and snacks in the lounge area. The apartment had to have been cleaned and aired and all the blinds and curtains drawn with subdued lighting on and scented candles lit in the lounge and all done in less than 75 minutes. Everything was ready for Mistress. Everything she expected and desired.
He heard the clock on the oven in the kitchen beep. It was the top of the hour, six o'clock. It must have been at least six minutes later he heard the key in the door and then the door opened and in walked Mistress. His eyes didn't look up. Mistress glanced at the leash on the coat hook inside the door and nodded. Everything had its place in her world and she expected those things to be in them when she wanted them. She lifted it of and walked over to Paul, waiting a moment before she clipped it to the metal D ring on his collar. Paul stared at the black high heel shoes and smelt her fragrance. She gave a small tug on the leash and then led him, on his hands and knees into the lounge.
She walked him to the small sturdy coffee table and he clambered on, on all fours, head down. This was the usual routine. She walked around him inspecting him closely. A leather gloved hand grabbed his thigh, then slapped his buttock. It was demeaning and humiliating, Inspected like an animal at the market but it excited Paul. In fact it thrilled him. His breathing became slow and shallow as his chest tightened with adrenaline. She stood in front of him and grabbed his hair and gently lifted his face to hers. She snapped out a command straight into his face.
"Open!"
