You step off the bus and take your phone out of your pocket. Its shiny, metal case glistens under the heavy rainfall as you read your latest text message. A bubble pops into view, with black text detailing what would happen next in two paragraphs.
'Hi, [blank] I'm running a little late so you'll have to let yourself in. Under my doormat is a key to my loft, just grab it and head on up. A pizza will be on the counter for you to snack on. Yes ;) I'll have groceries with me so we can cook together later.
Please make sure to wipe your shoes off when you come in. Mud is bothersome to try and mop up these days. I want you to eat at least two slices before we do anything. You can't forget to take care of yourself, [blank], your health is important.
Bye bye. Luv <3 Leila.'
You smile. Leila was a new friend you had made over the Internet. You had been hesitant to meet up with her due to this. You'd only done a handful of video calls that barely lasted an hour each and a couple of phone conversations. It made you nervous to meet her face-to-face this way. But she noticed your nerves and calmed them. A warmth-filled body as you splashed in the growing puddles of mud beneath you. She indeed was a kind-hearted woman and you were grateful for the effort she put forward. Any questions you had she discussed in length over text the week before.
They had a safe word and a physical action to do if things went too far. The first night would be tame, just doing normal couple stuff for people like them. As the week and a half progressed, the pressure would increase until she demanded full servitude. At any moment you could tap out and request a break or be sent home. And your ride home would be paid in full by her along with instructions on what aftercare to perform. With a sweet deal like that, you agreed wholeheartedly to the arrangement and packed your bag. She was even caring enough to pay for your bus ride from another state to her home without a second thought.
Eventually, while in your mind, you came across a tall apartment complex. You recognized the address atop its brick wall, this was her place. The door was thankfully unlocked to the main building as you grabbed its metal doorknob and pushed the door open. It smelled like eggnog as you walked in and allowed the door to slide shut. You immediately felt the overwhelming wealth the building’s tenants must have as you looked around. The walls had gold-framed portraits hanging above various vases of extravagant flowers. Roses with trimmed thorns swam in clear water with blossoms beside them as you walked to the front desk. There was a book with leather biding atop it, with similar gold writing on its worn cover. ‘Condo and Flat Guide’ was imprinted on it in beautiful cursive typography, feeling like velvet under your palm.
“It’s in alphabetical order,” You mutter under the background noise of heavy rainfall outside, downpour had begun after your foot entered the lobby. Your eyes scanned what looked to be hundreds of names for a couple of minutes before you finally hit the L section. “Lacie, Lana, Leandre, Leanne, ah! Leila Robinson.”
Her name was written in cursive with black ink from a pen. It was in her handwriting, her signature with her condo number and floor instead of being typed in. Softly, you closed the book with a slight thud and set it back down. The lobby was large and empty as you exited to a nearby elevator, your steps echoing behind you.
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Your heart was beating rapidly as you descended from the elevator to the hallway that led to Leila’s condo. The floor was beautiful with blue marble tile and small, crystal chandeliers above lighting your way. Portraits of what looked to be romanticism era women sat on each side of you, amazing you with their elegance. Silver rose statues crafted out of medals sat next to them. You wondered how much art was in the building and how much it all was worth.
Honestly, you found your amazement with Leila growing. She lived in essentially an art museum with what was to be an entire floor to herself. Not only that but her kind-hearted nature and openness were unheard of for someone of her stature. You wondered why she was on a dominatrix forum of all places when with one look, men and women should be on their knees ready to serve her. You reached a large door that had a buzzer on its upper right side and an electronic lock. A baby blue doormat sat in front of it with a friendly greeting written in white text across it.
Remembering her instructions you crouched down and flipped the mat over. A small, oval-shaped keycard sat neatly on the marble with the condo number carved into both of its sides. You grabbed it and made sure to readjust the mat as you found it before getting up. As you put the keycard into the lock, a beep screeched out and a green light flickered. You heard the beep again, this time not as loud and when you pushed on it, it opened wide with zero protests. From what you could outside the condo, she had a Christmas tree set up with decorations and lights glistening in the night.
The room sprang to life as you walked in, the lights being alerted by your presence. They were warm as you closed the door and locked it before taking off your shoes. Your toes felt comfortable in her thick, dense carpet as you put your shoes to the side and padded over to her coat rack. You didn’t want to get her floor soaking wet after everything she had done for you. Every toe wiggled as you walked, little shivers bouncing in your limbs from the sensation. You had to remind yourself not to get too excited just yet. If you were pent up you might have to take care of it before she arrived which would ruin the fun. You took a moment to contain yourself, grounding your mind to reality before taking your jacket off and hanging it up away from the carpet.
“I guess I should eat then.” You look at your phone and see that she texted you that she’d arrive in twenty minutes.
That gave you plenty of time to eat a slice and clean up any mess you would make. She had some paper plates out next to the pizza, which sat on a small oval table under a faux plant canopy. The room was wide and comfortable, from what you could see. She had mentioned having plenty of space but you didn’t think it meant this. The coaches were sheep, with crocheted pillows and knitted quilts spiraled on them. Her table top felt cold as you opened the pizza box, walking over cautious not to drop any leftover rainwater onto her floor. Despite this, the pizza was still piping hot with steam exiting the box as you lifted it open and found the slices already pre-cut. One-third was plain cheese, with the white mozzarella melting and bubbling over its thick sides. It was a deep dish much like the second third which was topped with what looked to be olives and sausage slivers.
There was minimal grease as the smell wafted over your senses and enveloped them. You weren’t too hungry but the two options and the last were highly enticing. With classic pepperoni, red sauce, and cheese the last third is called to you. A smile bloomed on your face. You were happy that she had taken the time to get multiple styles of pizza. Hell, she had even gotten a few breadsticks on the side for you to choose from. You were so grateful for her that you felt it was hard to explain. Your mind wandered as you thought about the woman. With her dimpled cheeks that were a little bit chubby meaning, there was more of her to love. Her long legs, with Leila being five foot seven left so much to be explored. You imagined what she looked like now, in person and not just talking over the phone on a video call.
You wondered if she was wearing heels. God, you prayed she was wearing them. She loved to show off, with her soft, baby-smooth feet perfectly manicured. There was no hung nail in sight or a blemish with her soles. Her feet were tiny for someone her height but enchanting with their beauty. She would talk to you on the phone as she massaged them with either baby oil or lotion. You would hear slight gasps that left her lips every few seconds. Your pants tightened as you reflected on how she would rub her toes, then the bottom of her feet slowly. You swallowed the pizza in your mouth and put a stop to those thoughts. You were getting so distracted that you had gotten hard. The simple memory of her toes made you want to bust.