I arrived at the street and pulled up just after the entrance to the cul-de-sac he lived on. Getting out of the car, I pulled the zip on my jacket up to the top to hide the collar I was wearing. It was 2:30am but even so a car drove past as I walked down the street, pretending to cough so that I could cover my neck with my arm, not wanting the headlights to light up the silver letters at my throat. The letters read 'SLAVE'. A mark of my submissive position and why I was in a strange neighbourhood alone in the middle of the night.
Even with the lateness of the hour, (with my zip done up) the casual observer wouldn't have suspected anything, dressed in a jacket and black joggers. The people fast asleep in the houses I walked passed would never know the reason I was there. Nobody would ever know that under my jacket I wore no t-shirt. That under my joggers my cock was locked in a chastity cage. Another sign of my purpose for walking down to the second lamppost after the entrance the His street.
My instructions were to wait here, by the lamppost, next to three bins. Not knowing if my shivering was caused by the chill night's air or by the anticipation of what may soon happen. I had no guarantee that he would show. I had only spoken to him for the first time a little over an hour ago.
My online ad explained what I was looking for. What I needed. He excited me from his first message. He was firm and dominant, exactly what I needed. He promised to give me everything I craved, so long as I was obedient. Usually there are messages that go back and forth for too long, so that I gain more information: what they like and what they'd do to me. Usually I decide that they're not for me and move on, horny and desperate, with my fantasy unfulfilled but this was different. After a short conversation I found myself getting in my car and half an hour later here I was, standing under the lamppost that He had indicated.
Following His instructions further, I slipped the joggers down slightly, so that the top half of my ass was exposed to the night's air. I had worn no underwear. I was to wait until He came to collect me. I looked around nervously. There were several houses with a view of where I stood with my ass exposed, illuminated by the glow of the street light directly above me. I hoped He was watching from one of the many windows, just to see if I could do as I was told, waiting to let the panic set in when He didn't show immediately.
And He didn't show. Five minutes waiting seemed an age and gradually the excitement faded and I began to feel the autumn cold. This was why I usually get to know somebody before driving half an hour to meet them. I had no way of contacting Him once I was there (which had been against my better judgment) and had arrived with only good faith the he would show.
