** 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.
"Well deary, I must be off, this was fun." She said and started gathering her bags. It looked like she'd been shopping today. "But before we go, can you show me to the restroom. I need to make an adjustment or two."
I started to point to the wash-rooms when she spoke before I had a chance.
"Jen," Her voice was an even tone, one that I instantly recognised. "I will not be seen using a, public, lavatory." Mistress' voice turned sweet again. "I'm sure there is a more suitable place for me? Something on the same floor as your office?"
"Yes Ma'am." I got up from my seat and walked to the elevator. I knew better than to turn to see if she'd follow. I could feel her presence behind me as I waited after pressing the call button.
We both entered the car when it arrived along with a man shy of a half-dozen other office workers, most of whom got off on other floors. Upon arriving at my floor, I turned from the corridor leading to my office and instead walked towards the bathroom.
I unlocked the door with the security code and opened the door for my Mistress, following her in after she entered. The layout was similar to the public wash-rooms in the atrium, but with less stalls and certainly cleaner due to a lack of traffic.
Mistress put her bags down and walked the length of the room, she paused in front of one of the accessible stalls, the type that are extra large, intended for those who need wheelchairs to get around. I was just about to leave having fulfilled my duty when she spoke.
