He wanted everything to be perfect. After endless months of searching, hoping and personal ads... he had found a Domme. A real Domme. A woman who understood his needs, a woman he could serve. A woman who didn't expect to be paid for letting him serve her.

One minute before the hour he unlocked his front door, stripped off his clothes and knelt down at the door. He had already measured out the distance he needed to be so the door wouldn't knock into him when she opened it. He trembled in anticipation. Would she use all his toys? Maybe she'd lock him in chastity tonight, their first night even? How exciting that would be. So under her control, deep into submission and so fully at her mercy.

At exactly the hour the door opened, there she was... but, this wasn't right! Where was the black leather? Where were the stiletto heels? She wasn't even holding a whip. It looked like just a purse... a brown, beat up looking purse. Was she going to change now that she was here?

He said nothing, just bowed low, pushing his nose into the carpet. Subservient, properly submissive. Waiting for her command.

A fly blew past , he heard it buzz by his ear. She said nothing, just stood over him. She was playing the game after all. Making him feel vulnerable, making him wait, how long would she keep it up? He shifted his body, opening his legs so she could see his cock already getting hard. What a bad boy. Surely she would punish him for it! Just the thought made him squirm.

It sounded like she sighed. Of course, his face was down, not allowing himself to meet her eyes, prepared to lick her boots... well her sandals in this case. He wet his lips. It wouldn't do to have a dry mouth when you needed to lick your Domme's shoes.

That fly buzzed around the room. He could hear it over his head and then doing laps around the room.

Still she said nothing, commanded nothing. Letting him wait, making him wait... she was good. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. His cock was getting stiffer and he needed to shift around again. Should he dare to look up... to see her... maybe just press a kiss to her bare toes. He could even suck on them a little, showing what a good boy he could be, how well he could serve.

"Get up." She speaks!

He gets up, not as quickly as he would like but at least it was progress. Now she would take him in hand and show him who's boss.

She didn't look very pleased, but that was just what he expected. A stern woman, commanding him, ruling him, making him serve her. Forcing him to do her bidding. Maybe he should have made a list for her. There were so many things he wanted her to do to him... spanking, chastity, bondage... so much more. But, she had said they would start out slow. So he was ready.

She had told him they were just going to talk but of course women always want to talk. He was ready for her to just go ahead and get started. She could talk while he served her, locked up and begging for her mercy...

That fly again... it was the only thing in the room getting any action so far.

"So, you didn't really listen to anything did you? You just want me to come over here and play with you... the way you want it." She said. She walked behind him and he tensed up, ready and waiting and willing for anything.

"Kneel down again, boy. Push your nose into the floor and lift your butt up, spread your legs open wide."

It was starting! He knew she would get into the mood right away if he gave her the right submissive slut attitude. She must like him if she was ready to make him serve her right away.

"Good boy. You're already getting nice and hard. I can tell you've been practicing. Making sure you know how to behave, not speaking unless allowed, not looking at me without permission... Very good little man slut."

She was calling him names already. Things were going good. She must have just needed time to warm up.

"I'm going out to my car. You wait right here, just like that. Don't move." Then she went out the door.

She must have all her stuff in the car and only waited to see if she really wanted to use it before bringing it in. This was going to be great! What would she have... maybe a stockade, a collar and leash, or a cage... What would she start with. He couldn't help squirming around, grinding his hips in eagerness... This was so good... so much better than looking at porn online.

There was that damn fly. He felt it land on his bare skin, right on his back. He could feel the fly walking over him, moving around his back, now on his bare butt. He hoped his Domme would be back soon...

Funny, that sounded like a car pulling out of the driveway. Well, it wouldn't be her. She was coming right back. She was going to use him like the little man slut he was. That's just what she'd said.

The Fly in the Room. Continued by Request - Written for Tempting Tuesday #1.