I nervously knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as I waited for him. When he opened the door he gave me a smile that seemed to wash all my nerves away. He was such a calming presence I had no idea why I was so nervous in the first place.
I watched the feet of people as they walked by me, not daring to look up at anyone. Beside me I could see the familiar shoes of Sir, I knew he would have prefered to be barefoot for any of his foot worshiping needs, but the club we were in wouldn’t allow it.
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I didn’t mean to see it, he had left his phone on the settee and it beeped at me, the notification coming up on the screen. Those words weren’t what I had sent him.
I shuffled my weight from foot to foot. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Part of me screamed I was crazy, but the other part of me screamed how fun this was going to be. A cool breeze made me shiver, my clothing choice not exactly smart for the cold weather.
He had been working so much. So hard. All the time. He would leave before I woke up in the morning, he wouldn’t be home until I was in bed. I knew his job was important but I was important too. I knew I had to capture his attention somehow. And I was in the shower when the perfect idea came to me. I called his secretary and got his full day schedule. Meetings all day and a gym session at lunch. Today was perfectly sunny and the balcony has just been cleaned. In the morning I felt him kiss my shoulder before going to work, not wanting to wake me.
The sound of chatter was dulled by a thick hanging curtain, but you could hear the excitement of the crowd. I couldn’t turn my head because of the posture collar around my neck but out of the corner of my eye I could see another two people, one either side of me.
Everything seemed louder when running away. Every crunch of the leaves, every turn made. It all seemed to echo through the woods as I ran. However, that meant his steps echoed too, I could have him following behind me, taking the same steps, the same path. But he was gaining on me. Fast.
So much had happened. So much stress, so much anxiety, so much heartbreak. I need a release. I asked him to make my cry, I even said how I’d like it. He had agreed to make me cry, he knew I needed it.
I met him at a bar, he seemed so confident at first, almost too confident. He looked like a stereotype, black shirt, tanned skin, a cock smile and eyes to die for.
I knelt on the floor silently, my hands flat in my lap and my head bowed. I could see both their feet in the top of my vision. His polished loafers and her red stilettos. They discussed their plans in quiet whispers, not wanting to give anything away, not yet.