My Monster

Chapter 4

My week at work dragged on forever. With Lucy away for the week, my days at work had become nothing more than a job, with little to look forward to other than the end of the day. Every so often my ears would perk up to the sound of high heels, resonating down the hall as they hit the ground, and for a moment, a rush excitement would wash through me. It wouldn't take a moment to realize however that it wasn't Lucy. Lunchtime was lonely, and as I sat with my paper bag lunch, I'd look at the cupboard where Lucy's plate and cup were. Untouched and unused, I even took it upon myself once to clean her dishes anyway, just in case they got a little dusty.

I had managed to make it to Thursday, which for some of the people around the office, meant it was pub night. Every Thursday a certain clique would slip over to the local pub for a couple of drinks before heading home. A few minutes before five o'clock, Jake slipped his head into my cubicle,

"Hey Alex, its pub night tonight. Care to join us for one or two?"

Thinking to myself that I hardly knew these people, my first reaction was to politely decline, but with the way the week was going, perhaps doing something less typical would be a good idea.

"Sure I'd love to," I said, "where does everyone go?"

"It's a little place but the atmosphere is cool and they have many different types of beer to sample. It's called the Heuther." He said

I gasped to myself as he was giving me directions like I should have no idea where it was.

Slapping on my desk with his hand as he left, Jake said "Ok then, see you there."

Honestly it was nice to get out and break the routine. Being a temp never seems to give you the opportunity to make friends with colleagues. Of course the main topic of discussion over drinks was work, and how everyone hated it, and if they owned the company, they'd do this or that differently. People are people no matter where you go it seems. After a couple of beers, the group of eight or ten of us really started to loosen up. I was sitting at the end of a long table, closest to Jake, with a few other people from the finance department. I wasn't really involved in the conversation because as names of people were shooting around the table, I didn't have a clue who they were. Another permanent side effect from always being a temp. Then, like I could hear a needle drop in a noisy room, someone started talking about Lucy.

"Yes Lucy, hella good body, beautiful face, but cold as ice." Someone said.

"What I wouldn't do for a night with her," another one chimed in.

"Like any of us would have a chance," Jake said.

"Who'd want her for more than a night though," one fellow began "she's a vixen, that bitch would tear you apart if you lived with her. I feel sorry for the poor sap who marries her."

I kept myself out of the conversation by remaining neutral and just shaking and nodding my head. I knew that the attractive qualities I saw in Lucy would go unnoticed by these Neanderthals. Still, it was nice to get out with some co-workers and having a few pints at the Heuther was far better than sitting in my empty apartment.

"Actually," Jake said, "I see that you've managed to have lunch with Lucy now and again Alex. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"I don't know," I said, "our lunch break just seems to fall at the same time."

"Yea right," said Jake sarcastically, "Lucy strikes me as someone who gets along better with quiet men."

"Yes quiet," someone said, "a man that will take all her crap more like it."

I smiled, and waited for the Lucy bashing to end. It occurred to me that had it not been for my personality, and my kinky persuasion, I just might be agreeing with what was being said, but rather than feel like my judgment of Lucy was clouded, I felt more like I was enlightened instead.

The evening came to an end and I took my queue to leave as well. I thanked Jake for inviting me and was glad that I got to socialize with a few people outside of work. Perhaps after my employment term was done, a few of them might remember me instead of just being one of the many nameless temps that churn through.

My keys slammed on the counter as I listened to my answering machine tell me I had no new messages. Surprise. It was about nine in the evening so I flipped on my computer and began to run a hot bath. While I was undressing I could hear my computer announce that I had mail waiting. Naked I went into the living room and sat at the computer, thinking that the email was probably from my Mother, and that somehow, reading it in my birthday suit was just all wrong.

The message was from anne. She thanked me for the wonderful dinner visit, and of course the helping hand I lent with cleaning up dinner. She said that she knew I'd have trouble sitting there while she did all the work. It's a true submissive trait and she's exactly the same way. The purpose of anne's letter wasn't just to thank me though, but to ask me about my availability as a single man. Her letter went on to say that she had a close friend looking for a real life play partner, which was struggling a little and was fairly new to the lifestyle. It was important to anne that her good friend be paired up with someone who wasn't going to take advantage of her, and be genuine, not only as a man, but in his submission as well. She also outlined that her friend wanted to be discreet with this because everything was very new to her, and that's why anne was the one sending me the letter to ask how I felt.

"If you feel this is something you'd like to pursue Alex, then a simple yes will suffice and I'll give you more details. If this is something you are not looking for at all, then I'll respect that as well, and not bother you with it again," the letter went on to say.

"Karen," I thought to myself.

I knew after that little episode at the munch, that Karen was eager to take it to the next level. The little bit of power exchange that we had in that short time was pretty amazing, and Karen is a great person, not to mention easy to look at as well. The fact she wanted to be discreet was certainly because of her situation with her fiancé. My immediate worries however were that Karen was just dabbling, and of course, she'd not be available for a long term relationship because she's committed to another man. The opportunity however was just too tempting, and I thought to myself that at the very least, on some level, I'd be helping Karen, and she'd be helping me to learn as well. With very few words, I replied to anne's email, stating that I was interested and would be waiting anxiously for more details.

I left the computer to check on my bath and get a few toiletries ready. To my surprise the water in the tub was luke warm. Grumbling at this old apartment, I emptied most of the water and proceeded to fill the rest of the tub with hot water. I slipped into my bedroom to get my robe, when I heard the computer notify me of another message. Still naked, I went to see who it was from.

Wow, it was from anne. She must have been sitting right at her machine to come up with a reply so quickly. The letter read as follows:

Alex I'm so excited that you agreed to do this! How wonderful and fun it is to play matchmaker. I'm confident that this step you are taking is the right one. For now however, my friend would like to communicate to you through me. She'd like her first formal play date with you to be exactly as she wants it so that it might set the tone with you and make sure your mindset is proper from the very beginning.

Miss requests that we all meet on Saturday, here at Master's house at 6 O'clock sharp. You will bring with you a bottle of Frangelico. It's an imported Italian liqueur and is Ma'am's favourite. When you arrive, you will climb the steps at the front of the house to find a small velvet bag. You will kneel and take the note that will be inside the bag waiting for you. On the note you'll find instructions you are expected to follow.

I'm looking forward to seeing you again Alex, as is Miss I'm sure!

Sincerely, anne

I was speechless. I sat and stared blankly at the screen letting what just happened slowly sink into my psyche. My manhood was raised and hard, pulsing with a vigor that I haven't felt in a long time. Reading, and rereading my instructions, again and again, I burned them into my brain. Lest I forget a single detail.

My concentration was broken, by the sound of dripping water. I leaped from my chair and bolted to the bathroom, where I found the tub overflowing. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't tell if it was the tub or the letter that was causing it. I settled into the warm water and tried to calm my nerves, but all I could think about was meeting Karen on Saturday.