To visit your house after school and prepare to discuss everything

You typed out your text.

Hey, I've thought about it and I am in. Bring all your school stuff to my house tonight at 7 and be prepared to talk details. Wear something low-key; you'll probably meet my family, and I want them to just see a study session. Some things are still a little delicate after what happened with my mom.

It took you a while to decide exactly how to word the ending, but you settled on that. Surprisingly, she responded within two minutes.

Okay, I will be there at 7. Thank you, Tim. I mean that. Anything special you want me to bring with me? Is there any chance I will end up staying the night?

Stay the night? It would make for an odd study session if she did. What would your family think if you suddenly started bringing girls over? Of course, whatever they would think, it was probably better than you bringing Allison to your room for sleepovers. That would certainly raise some eyebrows at home.

You were about to ask her why she had her phone in gym class when you noticed the time. It was already twenty minutes into the next block of classes. Still, using her phone in the middle of class could get it taken away, it might be best not to send her anything too overt or suspicious, in case anyone else happened to see.

Nothing special.

You had enjoyed two very satisfying orgasms in the past couple hours, so sex was not quite the first thing on your mind, but messaging Megan after the exchange you'd had in the car, knowing she was fully committed to giving you total control her her life, that you could potentially tell her anything at all and she would just do it... the temptation was too great. You had to test those waters a little, or maybe just set a tone between you. You returned to the still-unsent message and deleted what you'd written so far.

I want you to prove your sincerity tonight. At my house, knock on the door eight times at 7:00 exactly. Not 7:01. Not 6:59. Be on time or I might think you're not very serious about this. I don't plan on an overnight, but bring anything you'll need that you can hide in your backpack just in case. We'll talk more tonight.

She shot a text back within seconds.

OK

You stared at the two letters on your phone. Such a simple response, but it contained so much. It painted a picture of a casual acceptance of your specific demands, like that wasn't anything she wasn't already expecting from you, that such a precise demand as "knock eight times at exactly 7:00" was so completely reasonable as to not warrant anything more than acknowledgement. She said she wasn't going to question you and it seemed she meant it. For just a moment you wondered if you could get her to show up naked in a long coat or something, but discarded the idea. At least over text while she was in class.

The rest of the school day was mundane. Almost torturously slow. Allision never showed up and never texted you. Several times, you opened your messages to send her a note to check in, but couldn't think of any words to use, so you gave up. You weren't entirely sorry about what went down, but neither were you particularly thrilled about it. Some time to cool off would do you both good, and once you put her out of your mind you were free to think about what to do about Megan.

At home, dinner was quiet. No one really wanted to talk about anything. Everything was still a little tense. As the clock ticked closer and closer to 7, you had to **** yourself not to go look out the window. You hadn't felt so excited about anything since you'd first started dating Allison. This was similar, but also somehow very different. So when your kitchen clock rolled over to 7:00, you sat very quietly on the big chair in the living room. That clock matched your phone time almost exactly. Your sister liked to set clocks ahead by several minutes to trick herself but you always set them back to the correct time, and enjoyed playing a little game of just how exactly could you get it to match.

Seconds passed slowly in your brain. About twenty of them, until someone knocked at the door. Exactly eight times in a steady rhythm. It had to be Megan.

You heard your dad from the next room raise his voice. "Someone get that door before they break it down!"

You rose, but your brother David got to the door first.

Megan stood on the other side, wearing some slightly faded blue jeans and an equally worn-in red pullover hoodie. Hair in a ponytail with a heavy bookbag slung over one shoulder, she looked like any average student on her way to study, without any hints that she might have been there for anything remotely sexual. She looked at David, who seemed surprised, and then spotted you over David's shoulder. "Tim!"

You took David's spot at the door, pushing him back inside the house. "Hey, come in. This is my brother, David. David, Megan. Now you've met, so beat it, David."

After a small friendly wave to your brother, she followed you further in, turning her head all around to take in the surroundings. "Is this you?" She laughed, pointing at a framed photo of a seven-year old you riding a very gaudy pony. It had been some kid's birthday party, and your mom had insisted on getting a picture, but you'd had too much cake so in the photo you were making a really stupid face. You used to hate that it was one of your mom's favorite photos of you and that she kept it on the wall, but you'd managed to forget it was even there. Now it just reminded you of your mom.

"Oh! Oh, yeah... don't look at that." you laughed awkwardly.

David chuckled and left, passing Tabitha by the hallway who was peeking in. When you looked at her, though, she slipped away to follow David. Probably to talk about the fact that you had a new girl in the house. What a hassle.

"You're on time. That's good."

Megan smiled. "Of course. I would hate to fuck up my very first command." Her eyes shone with delight. "I liked it, by the way. Very specific. Easy to obey correctly. It inspires confidence that you were a good pick."

You nodded. "Good. I will keep commands clear and expectations high. Now let's go up to my room. I have many more commands for you to obey."

She grinned. "Yes, sir."