After a delicious lunch in excellent company, Paul sat there with a contented smile like the cat who got the cream.
Finally, the woman who he hoped would enslave him was sat across the table from him. They had only spoken via email and the occasional telephone call. Now however, the woman he called Ma'am was seated opposite him. She was beautiful. The few photos she had sent did not do her justice. Her body dressed immaculately in a very classy yet at the same time, devastatingly sexy outfit. Paul knew as soon as he had seen those stocking clad legs and those stunning high heeled shoes, he would do anything this woman told him to. This was his Achilles heel and he secretly loved it when a woman would exploit it for her own ends.
"Did you fix the grill to the tank?"
Paul blushed at what his prospective Mistress had just asked him. He was embarrassed as there were other people close by, eating, drinking and having fun. They might hear and this pervert would be exposed to the world. Of course, this was all in Paul's head and people were far too consumed with their own lives. However, he remained hot and bright red. The look on Ma'am's face told Paul that she expected an answer.
"Yes Ma'am" Paul said in a low voice with a suddenly dry mouth.
Paul had been ordered by Ma'am to fit the cess tank in the garden with a locking metal caged lid. Paul had gone straight to work in the workshop. In no time at all, a lid had been welded out of inch square tubing. Bolted to the top of the tank and padlocked, anything inside would be prevented from escaping the tank. Paul had spoken with Ma'am that spending time locked in the filthy tank was something he had always wanted to do. He didn't know why and frankly, he didn't care why. His possible future Mistress had seemed willing to explore the idea and he was desperate to try and make it happen.
"Excellent, good boy." Said Ma'am.
"Shall we head off then?"
Paul paid the bill and then followed Ma'am out to his car. He was enchanted by the hypnotic click clack of her high heels on the expensive wooden parquet flooring. He opened the passenger door and Ma'am got in.
They made small talk on the short drive to Paul's house. He hoped that Ma'am hadn't noticed that he spent more time looking at her stunning legs than the road but, he couldn't help it. Ma'am didn't look like the type who missed much and he was sure she noticed. He blushed again.
As the car swung into the drive and the gates closed behind them, they pulled up to the front of the house. Paul's stomach was in turmoil. He was very nervous. Born partly out of shyness but equally out of what this beautiful woman may do to him. His mind often ran away with itself when it came to his fantasies, but Ma'am was here, this may just happen.
He opened the passenger door and Ma'am got out. "Don't forget my bag." She said and he dutifully retrieved her overnight bag from the boot. He led her to the house and welcomed her inside. Paul gave Ma'am a short tour of the house and showed her to the large guest bedroom where she would be spending the night. He put her bag down on the floor near the dressing table and just stood. This was very new to him. He was unsure of the protocol in such matters.
Ma'am eventually broke the silence by ordering him to kneel on the floor in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Like a whippet, Paul was across the room and dutifully knelt at his Mistress' feet. She crossed one beautiful stocking clad leg over the other and raised a shiny, black patent leather court shoe so it was level with his face.
"Clean the sole of my shoe please Paul" Ma'am said in a clear and calm voice.
Paul devoured the sole of the shoe like a man who had crawled across a desert and stumbled on an oasis. The soles where reasonably dirty. Every other aspect of Ma'am's outfit was immaculate, so Paul assumed this was intentional. At least he hoped it was. As he slavishly adored each shoe, stripping it of the grime and filth that had accumulated through Ma'am's travels that day and beyond, He realised that this is where he wanted to spend the rest of his life. At the feet of this Goddess. Doing her bidding and suffering her considerable cruelty.
Ma'am inspected the sole of each shoe. Seemingly pleased with Paul's labours she said, "Show me the pit". Paul's stomach lurched and for a moment he thought he would be sick. He recovered enough though to say, "Yes Ma'am." In a low growl which was all his voice could muster at the time.
Paul escorted Ma'am down the garden to a patch of grass beside a paved area. A standard manhole cover had been removed and a heavy steel grill fitted. The grill was hinged at one side and had a heavy steel padlock securing it at the other. It looked very robust and Paul knew it would be unescapable. If this fantasy turned out to not be as fun as he had imagined all those years, he may just regret that, he thought to himself.
Apart from the grill, the most noticeable thing was the smell. There were no two ways about it, it smelt terrible.
Ma'am said, "How deep is it?".
"Exactly five feet Ma'am." Paul answered.
