** For Miss S **
"Jennifer, what have you gotten yourself into now?" It was as obviously a rhetorical question as they get. My mind was just running in overdrive at the fear that someone would enter the wash-room. Enter, and find the stall I was in.
You see, I was not using the wash-room per se. I was just casually sitting in a stall biding my time. You could say that, but it wasn't true, as I was bound, gagged and blindfolded awaiting the return of my Mistress. And I had no idea how long she would be gone.
Perhaps I should back up about an hour or so. I was at work, doing some mindless clerical crap when my phone buzzed. There was an IM from my Mistress. She wanted to meet for coffee, today, in half an hour. She would meet me in the atrium below my office and we'd have a little chat, just as I'd suggested at the end of one our sessions while I was cleaning up and making small talk.
I was ecstatic. My Mistress was coming to pay me a visit and to everyone about, it would look like I was just meeting a friend. Little would they know what power this lovely lady had over me.
I was barely able to control myself for the twenty minutes I needed to wait until I could take a break and go an meet her. Eventually the prescribed time was upon me and I gathered my things and left the office. While waiting for the elevator I wondered if I was expected to pay for the coffee, should I fetch it for her, of course I know what she likes...
The elevator came and I boarded it eagerly. I must have looked like a girl half my age.
Exiting into the large atrium that made up the main level of the office building I could see you already. You easily stood out amongst the other patrons of the coffee shop. Sitting at a table, seeing you already with a beverage made me pout, you sat majestically, somehow managing to coexist with the rabble around you. You we wearing tall leather boots, hose, a tight leather skirt and white blouse. You sat commanding me from afar, seemingly knowing exactly when I would exit the elevator.
I come up to your table and sit down, not caring what my co-workers are thinking about seeing me with such an imposing woman. "Jen?" You speak without looking directly at me. "You can't rightly enjoy a coffee break with me, without having a coffee now can you?"
"Yes Ma'am." I spring back up and join the line at the cafe. I'm so nervous about what we might chat about I almost blurt out my order when asked, and just manage to keep my cool.
I return to the table and take a sip of my coffee.
"Jen, I'm not here to socialise with you. Some of my, associates, are here, nearby and I wanted to show them who you are. They've heard so much about you already." Once again, it was like she was speaking to the wind, and that I wasn't even at the same table with her. I willed myself to keep my eyes on that table for fear of what might happen.
We drank our beverages in silence for about ten minutes, and I kept thinking that everyone must be staring at us, but in truth I think no one cares about anything around them except themselves. No one looked at us twice.
