Alan stared out of the window, his mind far away from the reality of the overcrowded train. This journey had been decided on a week ago and since then it had been all he could think about, nervous anticipation coursed through his body and as the train approached its final destination the feeling rapidly intensified.
The train inched into the station and Alan began to wonder what he was letting himself in for this weekend. He'd spoken to Katrina every night this week and she'd assured him that she was going to make this visit truly 'memorable'. Alan was more than a little nervous about that, but he was confident in their unusual relationship and trusted her implicitly.
The train stopped and Alan rose from his seat to join the crush of people waiting to exit the carriage. As he left the platform and entered the main hall he quickly located the stairs down to the taxi rank and within minutes was sitting in the back of a black cab. As he journeyed through the London streets he thought about his last visit and how he couldn't wait for his work contract to finish so he could move back again.
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Katrina checked the clock for the hundredth time, anxiously awaiting Alan's arrival. She peered through the window, looking for the cab that she knew would bring him to her. She was excited, but also nervous. She had promised Alan a visit to remember and had spent a lot of the last week preparing herself mentally.
If Alan was to be her slave then he needed to know that right from the moment he arrived, as such Katrina was determined that there would be no 'friendly greeting' and no awkward pauses while they waited for the 'scene' to start. Katrina had toyed with the idea of 'dressing up' for her role, but after some consideration decided that Alan needed to see her as his Mistress at all times, not just when she was head to toe in leather.
So today Katrina was simply dressed in a white vest top, a faded blue denim skirt and some high heeled sandals. She knew Alan would appreciate the shoes, but that wasn't her main reason for wearing them. At 5' 6" she was only a few inches shorter than him and the 3" heels meant that she would be very nearly on a level with him, aiding her in creating an initial impression of dominance.
Katrina's crisp, white vest top showed off her toned and lightly tanned arms, both of which were adorned with a selection of skilfully applied black and grey tattoos which were gradually forming a pair of sleeves. Despite her slim frame she gave the appearance of someone not to be messed with, while still remaining resolutely feminine. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, the last few inches of which were dyed a vibrant pink. She loved her pink hair and smiled to herself when she thought to herself that Calvin would definitely like it too. She looked over at his picture on the wall and hoped Alan would notice it there when he arrived.
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As Alan's journey was coming closer and closer to its conclusion, he became ever more nervous. He stopped the cab a few doors down from his destination, paid the driver, then sat looking out of the window while he waited for his change. Eventually he told the driver to keep it and he exited the taxi and walked slowly towards the gate. He felt incredibly nervous now, in fact a big part of him wanted to run away and head straight back to the station, but he couldn't do that now. As scary as this was, this was an opportunity he had waited a lifetime for, and after all there really was no reason to be scared, they had discussed things several times and they each knew where the other stood.
As he opened the gate he saw the front door open to reveal Katrina. She looked stunning and he wondered for a second what this gorgeous, 26 year old woman could possibly see in an ordinary looking thirty something like him. But as he moved towards her he put that thought out of his mind and concentrated instead on how grateful he was that she was finally about to become his Mistress for real.
Katrina stood as tall as she could in the doorway, giggling internally as she wondered to herself why she didn't think to tell him to crawl up the path towards her. That would certainly have set the tone, but potentially also caused problems with the neighbours, besides it wasn't like Alan was some casual fuck, her neighbours knew exactly who he was.
She stood, blocking the doorway, the step giving her an additional six inches of height over her visitor.
"You look beautiful," Alan managed as he looked up at her.
"You look beautiful... Mistress, I think you mean." Scolded Katrina trying hard not to smile.
She had practised her 'look' all week: a mixture of casual indifference and of mild disdain... and she didn't want to ruin it now by smiling by accident.
"You look beautiful... Mistress," repeated Alan apologetically.
"Better," Katrina said, standing aside to let him in.
Katrina closed the door and turned to face him.
"I've missed you," Alan said leaning forward to kiss her.
For a moment it looked as though Katrina would allow his lips to meet hers, but at the last moment she turned her head sharply, causing his lips to make contact with her cheek instead.
Alan felt momentarily slighted, but quickly realised it was he who had made an obvious, schoolboy error. What was he thinking? Undaunted he quickly sought to rescue the situation.
"I'm sorry Mistress, I..."
Katrina felt slightly sorry for him, deep down she wanted to hold him close and kiss him too, but she was determined to stick to her pre-determined plan and keeping a slight distance was a necessary part of that.
"Come on," she said as sternly as she could manage at that moment, then turned and led him away from the front door and into the main downstairs room.
"And don't worry... I'll make sure to punish you for that later."
Alan followed as Katrina led him into the lounge area. As she walked past the photos on the wall she made a point of glancing at it, just long enough to draw Alan's attention to it.
"Put your bag here," she said. "You won't need it for a moment."
Alan placed his bag on a chair in the corner of the room, and when he turned around he was alone in the room. He heard the fridge opening in the kitchen and took the opportunity to look at the photographs while Katrina was absent. There were several pictures of Katrina taken during what looked like a martial arts competition, one photograph of her parents and sister, and then one of a very imposing looking guy wearing a 'Judogi'.
Katrina re-entered the room holding a pair of tall glasses filled with chilled water.
"I haven't seen this picture before, is it your... boyfriend?" Alan asked cautiously.
Katrina smiled, slightly awkwardly... and there was an uncomfortable pause, as if Katrina had been taken slightly by surprise.
"Uhh, kind of... we'll talk about that later."
Katrina held out one of the glasses.
"Here, you must be thirsty."
"Yes, thank you Mistress... you are very kind."
Katrina sipped a little water from her glass and then sat down on the large sofa facing the fireplace. Alan stepped forward, wrongly assuming that he should sit next to her, but before he reached the sofa Katrina looked straight at him, clicked her fingers and pointed to the ground by her feet.
Alan's pulse rate quickened. Katrina looked so beautiful in that instant, expressing her dominance without even the need for words and cultivating a slight air of contempt from almost out of nowhere. He quickly placed the glass out of harm's way and sank to his knees next to her, eagerly awaiting her next instruction.
