Compliance by Anonymous

He put away the phone and made sure he had enough time, he then settled back in position. He closed his eyes and  kneeling knowing his place was at her heel wherever she was in this world. He gave thanks to this divine lady and carefully recited the submissive prayer she had taught him. It gave him strength to carry out her wishes but he also felt it stretched out to her and kept them close. Although it felt so right to be on his knees for her it was always a bit of a head space moment.
Carefully he showered taking special care to wash he smiled and wondered how his body may look afterwards. He had been in training in an attempt to help him focus and also because he thought it would please Mistress to know he was working hard for her. His soap sudded bottom was firm and taut and his legs muscular as he tip toed he saw his calf muscle flex. He smiled to himself and hoped his new boots, black of course, would not rub on the bottom of his muscle.
He dressed but not in the clothes for his task, he neatly folded those into his ruck sack. The shorts and top were placed inside as was his collar and wallet. He wore his trousers a shirt and a jumper; all tight fitting. Over this he placed a body warmer , he was ready to leave the only thing that may have given it away was his boots. But under the trousers he thought these should be ok. He checked his phone and then left the hotel for the night ahead and the task at hand.
 As he made his way through the busy south London streets he looked at the faces he saw as he passed. Would they guess were he was going? Had anybody else been given such a task as this. He allowed himself a small smile as his heart rate quickened as he approached the meeting place.
The meeting place had been arranged online and he had told Mistress about these details.  The Vox pub was situated on 9 Elms road. Up at the back was a roped off area, reserved and around here in the darkness away from the rest of the pub was the meeting area. He took a deep breath and approached them, before he could do so a lady came down the stairs to meet him held out her hand and said "hello I am Lady Kayleigh. "
He stammered hello back and gave her his name and just somehow knowing he had been told to be here "ordered" if you like, just suddenly well up in him. She smiled "First time"
"Yes" he replied " I was ordered to attend by my Mistress". She looked at him quizzically and simply said "What a good boy you are and how wonderful that your Mistress is letting you in, serve her well then."
She allowed him up to the area and introduced him to a number of people. A firm hand shake for the subs and a polite and well mannered kiss on the hand for the Ladies, whilst keeping his head bowed This was how he had been taught by his Mistress to greet ladies. He made polite chit chat with most people there telling them that he was nervous and had been ordered to attend. He ordered a drink that had been prescribed by his Mistress a dirty Martini. He had to explain to the bar man what it was, Gin, Vermouth, ice, a twist and olives. Olives always made him smile after his Mistress had used them in a play session with him. How appropriate he thought. He sipped the drink slowly and made it last as ordered. He bought a few drinks for people but always refused as he had been told one drink then water by Mistress.
The chat finished and there was a movement towards the door headed of course by the ladies. He was about to enter another world. a place were women rule that was not just in his heart but in the real world. He had been ordered to attend and he followed excitedly. Shortly he would be following part of his task and be granted admission to Club Pedestal.