It was around noon on a Tuesday when I received the text from Miss Alex: "My place. 2 p.m."
The short, simple message sent a shiver down my spine. As a submissive, I live for brusque, mysterious instructions out of the blue. This one had all the elements.
The next couple of hours were something of a blur. I think I may have showered twice and brushed my teeth three times. I trimmed my pubic hair so there was just a few stragglers left on my balls. I went through my closet and debated which outfit to wear, choosing and discarding one after another, nerves jangling the whole time.
At about 1:30, I walked the few blocks to Miss Alex's apartment. I arrived about 15 minutes early, as I often did, and walked around her block two or three times, trying to calm my breathing. It didn't work, but it did help to pass those otherwise interminable 15 minutes. I barely noticed the group of old men glaring at me after I passed them for the second time. I was loitering, I suppose.
At 2 on the dot, I dialed Miss Alex on the intercom near the front door of her building. Without a word to me, she buzzed me in and I took a few jittery steps toward her apartment door. I knocked, and then waited. A minute passed, then another one. I knocked again lightly, unsure what else to do.
After 30 seconds more, the door opened and Miss Alex was standing there, dressed for summer in heels, a short denim skirt and a sky-blue blouse. The top couple of buttons on her top were unbuttoned, but I averted my eyes with difficulty. She stood there watching me for perhaps a full minute, then pointed me inside without a word.
I walked into her living room and stood waiting for instructions. Miss Alex closed the door and turned to me, watching me again, this time for two or three minutes. I'm sure I was trembling visibly, and I saw one corner of Miss Alex's mouth turn up in a wry, lopsided smile. Finally, she pointed at the floor and said her first word to me: "Kneel."
I did so immediately, banging my knees hard against the wooden floor in my haste to comply. Miss Alex nodded once and then walked away. I waited there for her, on the floor. And waited. For 15 minutes I kneeled in the living room. Occasionally I would hear soft noises from another room, or a toilet flushing, or dishes being put away, but I never saw Miss Alex during that time.
I was trying to ignore the steadily increasing ache in my legs when the intercom rang. Miss Alex came striding to her door, her heels clicking with each step. As she reached to press the front-door buzzer, she turned and gave me a cruel smile. She stood there smiling at me as the visitor knocked on her door.
Miss Alex didn't wait as long to open the door this time. Kneeling about 10 feet in front of the door, I tried to see who was there. Miss Alex stood between me and the visitor for a moment, my apprehension growing, and then stepped aside and gestured the person in.
It was a young, petite woman in a short sundress. She was very attractive, and I could feel myself blushing furiously as she caught sight of me. She paused midstep, her mouth open as she looked me over, kneeling there in the middle of Miss Alex's living room.
"It's so cute when my pets meet for the first time," said Miss Alex, giving the girl a light push toward me and closing the door. "Katie, meet Richard."
Katie gave me a tiny nod and a breathy, quiet greeting. I did the same, trembling even more now. I had known Miss Alex had a female pet, but I had never expected to meet her.
Miss Alex stepped in front of Katie and led her toward me. When Katie was about a foot in front of me, Miss Alex commanded her to kneel facing me. We sat there, blushing face to face, as Miss Alex once again left the room.
It's difficult to know how much time passed there, but it must have been at least 10 minutes. It felt like much longer. Katie and I kneeled silently, our eyes occasionally meeting. At one point, Katie giggled nervously before stopping herself.