The first meeting

Another very short but nonetheless agonising wait later the text appears. Martha tells you she will come to you shortly and tells you to confirm if you were given the rest of the day off. She wants to meet in a nearby park if you were, otherwise she will come to your office. Her tone (as far as the plain text can covey it at least) assumes full compliance but it is much further from the bullying domineering attitude she would have every reason to show. She even addresses you by name. You respond as promptly as you can to say you will be in the park and you look forward to meeting her. You also add a tentative "Miss" before her name, figuring it is something you cannot make things worse by doing.

Her response is quick too as she confirms the exact spot (a fountain near the corner of the park closest to your current location) and not knowing where she is, you decide to get moving fast. Making the person who will have full control over you for the months to come wait is hardly a good idea. You quickly move your tray and sort the waste, recycling and used dishes from it; maybe you are imagining it, but you seem to be attracting recognising looks. Your photo is all over the news, after all - with extra comments too. There is no time to test your feeling though and you start walking to the place Martha indicated. The surroundings have a dreamlike quality to them as you make your way and you think you can hear your heartbeat; a version of you might have done this before but for the actual you this is a new adventure and one like nothing you have experienced before.

There is no sign of Martha when you come, neither in the area around the fountain nor in the alleys you hold a commanding view of. You would have guessed this is for the better but it is torturous to be waiting, tugging needlessly on your business suit to adjust it, looking around hoping for a sight of the face from the photo, making yourself remain standing to make a good submissive impression. Still, it could be worse, you tell yourself. The area is quite empty at this time of the day and Martha did not make you do anything before meeting you. She could tell you to streak here and offer blowjobs to any guys you meet. You make yourself snap out of it before your thoughts turn too far; it would not do to meet your Mistress for the first time in soaked underwear.

A black athletic girls jogs up one of the alleys and you turn towards her, standing not quite at attention, but not far from it either. This has to be it; the next minutes will likely tell you your fate for the next six months. At least they will give you a very good preview, unless she is into deliberate mind games. As the girl comes closer, though, you realise she is not the one in the photo. Indeed she runs past you with complete indifference. With a sigh of relief and frustration both you step back towards the bench you subconsciously chose as your anchoring spot when you see someone coming towards you in the corner of your eye.

"Jenna, I assume?" says the person who can only be Martha.