My Monster

Chapter 5

It was Friday, and the end of a tremendously long week. My mind was a fury of excitement, anticipating my evening at Kelvin and anne's. I tried very hard to stay calm, and remind myself that over expectation, often leads to disappointment, so it was important for me to take things a step at a time. Even if Karen didn't work out for the long term, what was about to happen to me I was sure, would feed that monster within me. Feed him a meal that contained a quality of which he's never tasted before. It was hard to contain the perma-grin chiseled into my face.

At work, morning hellos were definitely a little more warmer than I was used to. It seems pub night was a bit of a social success. Familiar faces, including Jake's, made it easier to raise my chin high and have a conversation. If I had nothing in common with these people, at the very least, I could say we all enjoyed some conversation and a few drinks together.

Lunchtime was another lonely one, but since it was Friday, it would be the last lunch I'd take alone for awhile. Lucy would be back next week and she'll definitely be a site for sore eyes. I took the opportunity to rewash her dishes, so that they would be fresh for Monday, and made sure the tea and sugar canisters were topped up. It occurred to me that I'd become the lunchroom fairy, and nobody knew it.

At the end of the day I strolled past Lucy's office, just to see if she had popped in for last minute things, but she hadn't. I politely walked through her department and smiled at the ladies that were winding down for the weekend. Peering into Lucy's office through the open door, I could see a pair of heels she'd left behind. I couldn't make them out but it was my guess they were an emergency pair for whatever reason she needed them. Then, in an instant, Saturday's meeting with Karen filled my mind and I was rushing out of the office like Fred Flintsone at quitting time.

My first order of the weekend: find a bottle of Frangelico. I could think of at least 3 liquor stores between the office and my apartment so off I went. Stopping at the first store, which happened to be the largest, I was confident I'd find what I needed. Browsing around and not really knowing what I was looking for save for the name, I was having trouble finding it.

"Can I help you find something sir?" a voice approached

"Oh yes thank you," I said, "I'm looking for an Italian liqueur called Frangelico"

"Hmmmm" the store patron said quizzically,"Frangelico, haven't heard of that one, let me look it up"

He went to the counter and flipped through the pages of a catalogue which must have been the bible for booze. There were all kinds of concoctions listed there.

"Ah yes here it is," he said, "Frangelico… yep… never had it before, but I can order a bottle for you."

"Oh that would be great, when could I expect to pick it up?" I asked

"You'll have to give me a week," he said

"Oh!" I laughed, "that will never do, I need it by tomorrow."

"Good luck to ya sonny." He said with a sly grin.

I thanked him and was on my way. The unfortunate thing was this process repeated itself, over and over again, no matter where I went. Store after store, nobody had a bottle of it in stock. My nerves were frazzled. What was I to do? Here it is, 24 hours before my first meeting as a submissive with Karen, I've been given my first task, and I'm failing to complete it. Feeling a little defeated, I decided I could do one of two things. One, get on the phone and expedite my search, or two, book a plane to Italy and be back with a bottle before tomorrow night.

At home I feverishly dialed store after store. Some were nice enough to talk with me, others brushed me off saying they were too busy at the moment to help. The more phone calls I placed, the farther and farther geographically I was getting. Then, surfaced a small glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel.

"Well I don't carry that label son, but you might try Frankie in Bradley Harbour. He gets a lot of tourists around them parts and I know he's privy to a few strange brands," the man said.

"Thank you, I'll give it a try!" I shouted and hung up the phone.

Bradley Harbour was a small tourist spot, about 80 miles west of the city. Between here and there was nothing but farmland. I looked up Frankie's number and dialed feverishly.

"Yes, I've got a bottle of Frangelico here but it's my last one, and I like to keep it ready for a regular customer of mine. I suppose I could let ya have it as long as I get on the horn and order some more," said Frankie

I thanked him over and over again, almost to the point of being pathetic. Frankie explained to me that he was just about to close up for the night, but he was open for a couple of hours on Saturday. Tourist season was all but finished so he didn't find the need to keep the store open on such slow days.

"I'll be here round 10 or so, plan on leavin bout noon, so you're welcome to it if I see ya, "he said.

Again, I thanked him like he was God himself and hung up the phone. I'm not sure what he must have thought of me, other than perhaps I was some sort of full blown alcoholic and needed my Italian fix.

Thunder clapped and woke me out of a dead sleep. Turning to the clock radio, I could see it was 7am. There's no such thing as 7am on a Saturday so I laid in bed and tried to fall back to sleep. All I could think about was what I had to do today, and of course meeting Karen to start my journey as her boy, where I could let my inhibitions go and finally express my sexuality in a way I've waited for, for years. Letting my thoughts get the best of me, I began to pleasure myself. There was no doubt that lately I've been surrounded by all sorts of kinky stimulus and my mind has been working overtime. Closing my eyes I recalled seeing Lucy's vacant heels inside her office, but this time, she was there. Barefoot and gazing out into the hall she notices me and beckons me to come in and help her with a problem. From her leather chair she explains to me that she'd just painted her fingernails and was late for a meeting. The strappy pair of sandals beside her desk would pose a problem for her to put on.

"Be a dear won't you Alex and help me with my shoes?" she asks with her voice up an octave or two.

Kneeling in front of her, she'd place a foot in my lap while blowing on her nails to help them dry. Gently I'd lift the back of her heel and slide the sandal on slowly so as to not pinch or pull. Wiggling her toes to seat it correctly, her calf would tense and with toe pointed, she'd press into my lap to better steady her foot, so that I could buckle the delicate ankle strap. My breathing would be heavy, my hands shaking….

With eyes closed and a quickened pace, I released an extremely intense orgasm. Breathless I gathered my thoughts, cleaned up, and headed for the shower.

From my bathroom window I could see that the weather outside was very unsettled. Wind was blowing the rain so hard, that it almost looked like it was traveling sideways. The window whistled with each forceful gush. Toweling off i flicked on the local news to see that the storm was causing some difficulty in town. There were a few trees down, and the massive influx of water has caused a little bit of flooding in the low lying areas. I lounged around the apartment, trying to let the storm pass, so that my trip to see Frankie would be a successful one. I knew I had till noon to get there so leaving around 10 would leave me lots of time. There's no traffic heading out that part of town so I knew I could make it in an hour. Settling in I kept an eye on the weather and had some breakfast.

At 10am I headed out the door after one last look at the weatherman, who was telling me that the worst of the storm was over. From the wind that almost pushed me down in the parking lot, my thoughts were the contrary. The storm was relentless. Once I got out of the city I was relieved to see that there were no cars on the highway to Bradley Harbour. The storm had already put me behind a little though. A ten minute drive to the edge of town had taken me a half an hour. Counting the hours on my hand, I was confident I could make it to Frankie's Liquor store in an hour. My confidence however was soon shattered. The downpour was so fierce, that I had to adjust my speed. Visibility was almost non existent and I was getting a little nervous. I considered turning back, but I'd made it this far already, and couldn't bare to see a disappointed Karen when I walk in holding nothing. Sweating bullets, and looking at my watch every two minutes, by the time I pulled into Bradley Harbour, it was quarter past noon.

Defeated, I pulled into Frankie's store hoping for a miracle. Standing at the door with the rain pouring down, I grasped the handle, took a deep breath and pulled. It was locked. I was shattered.

"Not exactly a great day for a daytrip is it?" I heard him say.

Looking behind me I saw a car had pulled in next to mine.

"I'm Frankie, is there something I can help you with?" he said.

"Oh thank God it's you!" I yelled.

"Ah," he said smiling, "you must be Frangelico. I saw that you were the only car driving around and I figured you weren't from town so I followed you."

Once in the store Frankie took off his hat and flicked on the lights. From behind the counter he pulls out this dark brown bottle shaped like a woman with her arms folded wearing a dress. As water dripped from my nose I explained the bottle was a gift, and that this woman it was for has particular tastes. He understood completely.

"Matters of the heart make us do strange things," he said, "and women make us do things even stranger."

I agreed completely. Taking what looked like a black leather hair ribbon with a black rose in the middle, Frankie tied it to the bottle so it looked like woman on the bottle was wearing it in her hair. Tying it off he pushed the bottle towards me.

"There ya go, that'll be twenty dollars," He said.

With great thanks I handed him a Fifty and told him to keep the change. Bantering back and forth about the extra cash, I finally convinced him that he was doing me a huge favour, and appreciated it very much. Shaking hands I was on my way.

Standing outside the store I looked up at the sky, to see that the storm had completely cleared. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and the air had that familiar "fresh rain" smell to it. Shaking my head I thought to myself that the timing of the storm couldn't have been worse. I was sure Mother Nature was secretly a sadist. Needless to say I made it home in half the time.

Anticipating the rest of the afternoon would slowly drag on, I tried to relax as best I could, but the anxiety was killing me. Sneaking in a nap was of no use, it just couldn't be done. Again as 6 o'clock was drawing near, I checked my watch every two minutes. I tried to mentally calculate how long everything would take me in preparation to going to Kelvin and anne's place, so that I'd be there at exactly the requested time. I showered again, and paid attention to being completely thorough with my hygiene. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering and I was unsure why. I mean, it wasn't like I'd never met Karen before, and I was completely comfortable with Kelvin and anne. Thinking about it more, the reason for feeling so skittish was probably because I was formally going to present myself as a submissive man. There would be no turning back, no laughing off nervousness, no changing the subject to get out of a tense situation. I would submit myself. I would do as I'm told, be a proud man for doing it, represent Karen well, and most importantly, have no say in how the evening would unfold. Goosebumps shivered from the back of my neck, to the heels of my feet. Checking my watch, yet again, it was time for me to leave. With a check of my appearance in the mirror for one last time, I tried to recite in my head what was expected of me, so I had everything right. Of course it wasn't until I was nervously trying to fit the key into my car door that I realized, I'd forgotten the Frangelico in the house. I was a nervous wreck.

Driving to Kelvin's place I found my impatience getting the best of me. Every light seemed to be Red, and every slow driver seemed to be in front of me. Despite all this stress I was putting myself through, by the time I had reached the end of Kelvin's driveway, I was ten minutes early. Pausing and considering my options, my instructions were to arrive at 6pm sharp, so it would seem to me that being early would be just as inconsiderate as being late. I drove around the block 3 times.

Slowly climbing the steps to the front door, I had an unnerving feeling that I was being watched. The truth was, the house was so big, that it was very possible to drive in unnoticed. As the final landing broke my horizon, I saw the small leather pouch. At the top, with the pouch at my feet, I stared straight ahead, took a deep breath and felt like I was at the precipice of something life altering, at the point of no return. Closing my eyes, I steadily descended to my knees. The landing was unyielding and cold. I stared at the pouch for a moment, still with the uneasy feeling of being watched. With good posture, knees together and chin held high, I reached for its contents. Inside was the note:

I'm so glad you are here my boy. Now make me proud and follow these simple instructions. Inside you'll find a blindfold. I want you to remain kneeling, take the blindfold in your hands, and study the location of the doorbell. When you're sure you can ring it blindly, you may place the blindfold on, reach out and ring the bell. You will then neatly fold your hands behind your back. I will be with you shortly.

Mistress

A bead of sweat formed on my left temple and I slipped into an almost catatonic state. I did as I was told, studied the doorbell, and then lowered the blindfold over my emotionless face. The darkness that descended was inviting and liberating. Control was no longer mine. My fingertip shook violently, as I reached out to find the doorbell, and managed to press the button.

A minute of silence passed and I grew nervous. What if nobody heard the bell? What if my watch wasn't keeping the right time? What if… The silence was broken with an all too familiar sound of heels clacking across what sounded like a ceramic tile floor. It was a commanding sound, and I knew she was coming for me. It occurred to me that I'd not heard that for over a week, and deep inside I'd missed it, yearned for it. The door opened, and there I was, a grown man, blindfolded and obediently kneeling in submission, with hands behind my back, right hand grasping left wrist. I could hear her breathing, I wondered if she was smiling.

Without a word, I then heard the jingle of a buckle, and then with my chin still held high, I felt a band of leather being fastened around my neck. A collar. What followed next was the sound of a lock clicking closed, sealing my fate. There was another pause. Perhaps she was admiring me, perhaps she had noticed my excited state through my pants, perhaps she was laughing at my predicament.

A leash was attached to the front of a collar and with an encouraging pull; I was lifted to my feet. She turned me back to lead me down the stairs, the gentle pulls of the leash guiding me down each step. At the bottom of the steps we took a turn, I could hear her heels on the driveway. My best guess is that she led me to a back door into the house, and from what I could remember of Kelvin's place, the back door led into the basement. Once inside, my ears filled with musical notes. It was a piano. The notes were crisp and the almost had a ritualistic beat to them. It occurred to me that perhaps we weren't alone in this room.

I was lead up a single step, onto something that had an acoustic tone of wood, like a small stage. The leash went limp, dangled down the front of me. Two hands then gently pressed my chest, to guide me in a backwards motion. Stepping back, I stopped when something narrow pressed along the length of my spine. Like my neck, a wrap of leather was placed upon each wrist; the tattle tale sound of a small lock securing each buckle was heard again. Drawn out to the sides, each arm was affixed, outstretched, held in a position much like a crucifix. The music continued to play, and I lost the perception of where she was in the room. Her heels would walk past my left side, then my right, then disappear altogether. I was on display, and she was able to get a good look at me, before I was even allowed a simple glimpse of her. She was in control, and intended on making that clear to me from the very start.

Strapped there, and rigidly excited for the whole time, moments passed. Perhaps seconds, perhaps minutes, perhaps a half an hour, I didn't know. The music then stopped, and the echoing sounds of her heels approached. Stepping in front of me I could smell her hair and I could hear her breathe. She released my arms and pulled me forward, so that I was standing on the edge of this wooden platform I'd stepped up onto. Feeling her place her arms on my shoulders, she pushed me down to a kneeling position in front of her. Her hand grasped my chin, and raised it up, as if I'd be looking right in her eyes, had I been able to see.

Feeling her lean in close, the hairs of her cheek brushing mine, her lips inches away from my ear, she whispers:

"Would you like to see who owns you dear boy?"

Gulping, "Yes Ma'am" I squeeked out.

Her hand left the bottom of my chin and for a moment brushed the side of my face with the backside of her fingers. I felt she was smiling upon me with proud adoration. With both hands tracing the bottom of each eye patch, she slowly lifted off the blindfold.

As my eyes tried to adjust to the light, her vision slowly came in focus. Standing over me and smiling….. was Lucy.

Yes, it was Lucy, and she was beautiful. I've dreamed of being in this very spot many times, her collar locked around my neck. She looked down upon me and smiled brightly. It was a smile I'd never seen her do at work. She was genuinely happy. I tried to form words, appropriate words, but I found none, my breath was lost. Reaching around to the back of my head, she pulled me in close, my cheek pressed tightly up against her stomach. My circuits had overloaded, my cup runneth over, tears welling in my eyes. She coddled me and told me it was ok.

Looking up at her through a tear streamed face I said, "But how?"

She wiped the tears from my eyes, removed the leash from the collar and said, "Come boy, I'll tell you over dinner."

It was then that I saw Kelvin and anne standing in the corner, smiling from ear to ear. With collar and cuffs still locked on, I followed Lucy upstairs, still visibly shaken from what happened. It was heaven. It was amazing. I was free.

We all settled around the table for dinner. Anne of course dancing around the room as she did before, displaying her culinary prowess. This time there were four place settings. One at each end of the table, and of course one on each side of the table, so that each slave would be at arms reach. Seeing that I had not quite landed yet, Lucy pulled my chair away from the table, and placed it in an adjoining room. She then pointed to the floor where the chair once was.

"You'll be kneeling here, my boy," She said.

Her words echoed in my head over and over. I was her boy, I was elated.

The conversation over dinner was very once sided. Lucy took the opportunity to try and erase all the question marks that were clearly visible in my eyes. Kelvin and anne actually said very little, but seemed visibly excited by what Lucy had to say.

"Let me start by saying this," she said, "you'll not speak unless asked a question or given permission to speak freely."

Kneeling beside the table, I nodded to her and kept my chin high and eyes lowered as she spoke.

"I knew you were special from the moment I saw you Alex," she began, "That first day in the lunchroom. When I walked in I'd practically made my entire lunch and sat down before you took your eyes off of my sandals."

She'd noticed. I'd thought for sure that my fetish for good shoes was inconspicuous. Perhaps it was, but to the well trained eye, such as Lucy's, I guess I had very little chance of fooling her.

"It occurred to me Alex that you were submissive so I subjected you to a few tests. A few tests that many men, even self proclaiming submissives have seemed to fail. The little bit with the napkin falling on the ground, most men pick up on for sure, however doing my dishes after each lunch break was a detail that most men stumble on."

I looked her directly in the eyes. How on earth did she know I was doing her lunch dishes? I could clearly hear her heels trail off down the hall everyday, before I even got started with that task. I had a bewildered look on my face.

"How I knew?", she began, almost reading my mind, "I suppose telling you this now will be of no consequence. The firm we work for belongs to my Father. He is getting on in age and really takes on a more consultative role nowadays, to which he has left me in charge of it's welfare. Someone in my high position as you can expect, has many resources available to them. Resources such as the security video tapes that are shot in the lunchroom. Yes, Alex, I saw your commitment to my happiness everyday at lunch, and I also know you were lying when you said you were feeling a little under the weather that day my tea cup went missing. I knew you were struggling inside emotionally on a level that only someone like you, or I, or even Kelvin and anne could understand. You were visibly shaken my dear boy."

My little secret was out. All those days that had gone by, me doing Lucy's dishes, stealing looks at her shoes, was out in the open, and realized.

"Who do you think misplaced that cup in the first place?" she said with a sly grin, "But with flying colours you passed that little test as well boy. Not only that, you managed to take it a step further and show up for lunch early everyday after that, to make sure undoubtedly that the cup did not go missing again. It was a step that admittedly, even I was not expecting of you. I knew at that point dear Alex that I had to have you as mine."

My mind was mush, but my feelings for Lucy were so strong, and I was so proud. The fact that I was a full grown adult man, being made to kneel at the dinner table while we ate, was of little consequence to me. I was simply floating on a cloud and absolutely exasperated to be there. After dinner with Lucy's blessing, I jumped up with anne to clear the dishes and make some coffee. It was amazing to finally know my place. I wasn't clumsy in trying to find a reason to help anne this time. Now of course it was expected of me. Before serving coffee Lucy turned to me and said,

"Did you remember to bring along something?"

"Oh yes Ma'am, please forgive me, it's still in the car. I must have been..."

"I didn't ask for an explanation boy," she cut me short, "out you go and get it."

As I walked to the car I thought to myself how easily "Ma'am" had rolled off my tongue, and how nice it was to hear Lucy refer to me as "boy". Honestly it's something I've always dreamed of, sitting late nights in front of my computer surfing for smut, but always seem to far fetched or fantasy-like to actually come true. Returning to the house I placed the bottle in front of Lucy and noticed that my chair had been placed back at the table.

"You may sit boy," she said.

I sat down and hoped that she approved. Looking at the bottle a large smile came over her face.

"Ahhhh, "she beamed, looking at the leather rose that had been tied to it, " my sweet darling Frankie. It's a fine thing that I had him looking out for you my dear boy. As much as I like to be in control of things, the weather certainly isn't one of them. I was prepared to see you kneeling in front of me explaining that you couldn't find this brand, or that the inclement rain had prevented you from getting it."

My jaw dropped. I suppose at this point, it shouldn't have surprised me to find out that she knew I'd only find Frangelico at Frank's place in Bradley Harbour, but it did. I was equally surprised to learn that the week she'd spent away from work, was to attend a D/s workshop, which was conveniently put on by Kelvin. Simply amazed I stared upon her, as she poured us all an after dinner aperitif. This woman is more than anything I could possibly imagine, and her control over me, physically and emotionally, had started from the very first day I met her. Even more amazing was the fact she had been completely aware of what she was doing to me the whole time. For certain, for the first time in my life, I was falling in love.