Climbed the stairs to her flat, she said some guy called John had 'finished' with her and she needed some attention.
This was her way of saying she needed a slave boy to come round and lick her.
So I knocked on the door and it opened, she was wearing fluffy slippers and some sort of pink dressing gown 'bath robe'. "I'm just going to have a bath," she said "you will wait."
She ushered me into the kitchen and passed me a plastic bag... "Clothes" she said. I always had to do what I was told, and started to remove my clothing, t-shirt, my shoes, socks, everything, my phone and car keys and everything in my pockets went into this plastic bag.
"Nice" she said, then she produced a pair of hand cuffs and I held out my submissive wrists. They clicked around my wrists. She pulled me to the kitchen to the cupboard, well I say cupboard but it was part of the fire escape route, you see the bedroom was connected to the kitchen and this by-passed the living room (in cases of fire). It was a narrow passageway with a door at each end, with coat hooks along one wall, its primary function was a fire escape shortcut from bedroom to kitchen where the front door was. Today this was her 'slave waiting room'. She opened the door; I could see the door at the other end was closed. She smiled at me giggled a bit, looked at my hard-on and raised my arms up so the link to the cuffs went over one of the coat hooks on the wall.
"Do not bring your arms down, understand?"
"Yes" I say...
"Now I will be a while, I need to soak, shave my legs, oil my skin, paint my nails, it takes time, a lady needs time." She produced a small cotton sheet and folded it in front of my eyes covering them completely, she tied it at the side. A few seconds later I felt some rope at my ankles, she was tying my legs together with course hemp rope "My slaves don't walk away!" she exclaimed! The rope made my ankle bones touch together.
Then I could hear running water as she filled the bath, a bit of a rush of air and a clunk, I knew she'd closed the door so I was alone in the cupboard. I could still hear the muffled sound of her bath filling in the next room, I was listening. The water ran for about as long as it takes, then it stopped, I heard silence. I heard a few ripples of water when she got in? I just stood there naked and alone with her blindfold on, wondering how long it takes a lady to do the things she described... wash her hair, shave her legs? Pamper herself for a while, paint her finger nails? Toe nails? Well it could take a while.