Meeting Sally

Sally and I had decided to meet this morning to figure out what to do next with my ****. I drove to her apartment and knocked.

Sally opened the door and smiled. "Well how did things go after I left?" She asked as she stepped back and let me in.

"It went okay, I think? I had her sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. I told her to have a cup of coffee for me when I woke. She was perfect. The coffee was fresh and hot and ready as soon as I woke." I answered.

We walked into her living room and sat down. I looked at her and noticed that she looked especially hot today. She was wearing a white flowered skirt that extended to mid-thigh and tank top; her hair was cascading down over her shoulders and down her back. Granted I'd only seen her in her waitress uniform, and I wondered if this is how she normally dressed. For the first time ever, I looked at her as a woman. A very attractive woman at that. Always before, she was just Sally the waitress at my coffee shop. I had never considered her as a woman but just a friend. Carrie was already changing my life.

"Well what is she doing today? What tasks did you assign her?" Sally asked her eyes twinkling and her face a little flushed.

I explained what I had done and waited for her to respond.

"Well done that's perfect. It should keep her busy for a few hours. I like it that you sent her to her room when she finished. It gives her structure and purpose. I am anxious to see what how she does. Remember even if she does everything perfect, you will have to discipline her." Sally explained and I noticed her body flush even more. I wondered about her secret desires and if being around a **** was exciting her.

"Well what's on tap for today?" I asked.

"Well I assume you have nothing to use on a ****. I think a trip to an adult emporium is in order. Plus, we need to get her more clothes. I can help with that." She answered her voice filled with excitement.

We sat there drinking a coffee and talked. At first it was small talk as we both felt each other out. Trust me when you're thrown together because of a ****, conversations are a bit awkward.