Chapter 3

Two days after my first ever blow job and whilst sitting in my office alone and horny at work; considering having yet another wank, my phone rang. It rarely rang, so interested I pulled my thoughts away from a certain gentle mouth swallowing my cock, back to the humdrum boredom of dealing with customer complaints. Instead of some irate client berating me, it was her! I recognized her voice the second she spoke, inside I felt elation rearing, things had been going well or at least I hoped that they had; now for the first time she had rung me at work. She had rung me, thundered in my mind, she rung me, the phrase repeated, my cock reared up again displaying its undeniable interest in her.

“H-Hi.” Not the most inspiring greeting but it was all I could trust my voice to say right then.

“Thursday, seven-thirty, pick me up!” The phone disconnected; what the hell, I thought, Thursday evening seven-thirty she had said, it was a bit short on notice and lacked the social graces in its delivery, but there was no way that I wasn’t going to be there to pick her up. Little did I realize just then as my hand reached down to rub my aroused cock, that it had begun, my indoctrination, my manipulation, my pathway to being stripped naked, kneeling on the floor before her and him had been started out on.

Thursday, seven-thirty arrived and like a good obedient boy I was standing outside of her front door, just about to climb the steps and ring the door bell when promptly to the second she opened the door. She looked down at me, smiled then she stepped out, closing the door behind her.

“Good-boy,” she said glancing at her watch. “I like promptness,” she added.

Where I was taking her hadn’t really crossed my mind, all I knew or cared about was that she had called me, and we were together again. One of the advantages of daddy owning the business I work in, besides that one day I would inherit it, was that I could draw a car of my choice from the company pool. So tonight instead of my motorcycle, I had arrived in a two year old rag topped, BMW. She seemed impressed, well slightly.

She stood on the pavement waiting; I had rounded the car and was just thinking about getting in, as the remote had unlocked the vehicle. That was when I first noticed her stationary pose and the slight look of distain on her face. Swiftly I put my mistake right, I ran, quite literally back around the car, stepping across her front to open the car door for her. The look of distain vanished thankfully, she even smiled slightly.

That was really the first time I had actually looked at her without arousal flooding my vision. She looked stunning, dressed in black tight fitting leggings, tucked into black calf length, highly polished boots with three inch black heels. He blouse was mostly hidden by a neat perfectly cut leather jacket, which complimented the rest of her outfit. Beneath it, I glimpsed as she slipped into the leather covered car seat, a silver colored blouse. I think she wore a belt of some dark material as well. I closed the car door and scooted around to the driver’s side, once there getting in quickly not wishing to keep her waiting one single second longer than I needed too.

“Where to, darling?” I asked her.

“Just drive!” She instructed.

She seemed to be preoccupied by something; I hoped that it was not anything that I had done! I drove, heading not into town but out of it, with no real idea where I was going. I turned left then right then left again, aimlessly but eventually I had a sort of idea so I headed along the main road, turning from it onto a smaller road, which led me through a village, and there in front of me was the pub. It was one of those quaint country places, you know the sort, real ale and pie and mash home cooking, but I hoped that it would do for the start of our date.

With the car parked and having decided to sit in the garden, which overlooked a rather dirty looking canal, I asked her what she would like to drink.

“Coke please.”

“Coke, what on its own, nothing in it?” I asked, finding the lack of alcohol unusual for her.

“I said coke, didn’t I! If I had wanted something in it I would have said!”

Shit, I thought, as I turned to go fetch the drinks, what the hell was the matter with her, whatever it was it had to be something important for her to be so deep in her thoughts. By the time I returned carrying the drinks on a small tray she looked less distant; she even smiled at me, whatever it was that had been troubling her was gone. She had decided what she was going to do apparently. She took the drink with a thank you and sipped at it, she glanced around to ensure that we were alone. We were and probably would remain so for a while, as there were very few cars parked up.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, but you must understand that I will always say exactly what I expect of you, and please remember that I don’t like being questioned!” She hesitated; she looked into my face before she added, “By anyone, is that understood?”

I understood clearly, there was no way that I could not understand; she had made her thoughts quite clear to me. I replied with a nod and a half smile.

“When I ask or tell you something, I expect a reply, please!”