So there I was, sitting in my livingroom, thinking about what just had happened. I felt like a schoolboy who had asked out a girl for the first time. It took a few seconds before I gathered myself. I thought to myself: 'This is what you always wanted, dont fuck this up.' My phone vibrated and there was a text from an anonymous number. It had the exact location for where we would meet up. I looked at the top-right corner. 6:42. Shit, now i really had to hurry up. I jumped in the shower and let the cold water run over my skin. Then I shaved the important bits as thoroughly as possible. Then I dried myself of and searched for a red shirt to wear. I found a shirt that I rarely wear, but it had to do. I grabbed my keys and got into my car. It was now 7:02. I typed the adress into my phone. It said that it would take me 51 minutes. Plenty of time.   
For the whole ride, everything felt surreal. Like I was watching myself from another perspective. Like I wasn't even driving myself. Although I was a lot calmer now, I still had this weird feeling of uncertainity. Was this going to be what i had dreamed of? I mean, this was my *dream,* but would I be able to handle the reality? I was so absorbed in thoughts, that I didn't realize, I was approaching my destination. There was a bar to the right. It had a sign outside which said ' The Rusty Roof'. This must be it, I thought. I parked my car, looked at my phone. 7:56. First I thought I should wait before going in. But then, I gathered up my confidence and entered. The bar had a vintage look to it. There were tables to the right and there was a bar to the left. The walls were bare and showed the old bricks. I approached the bar, took of my jacket, so that my shirt was visible and took a seat. Then I tried to scan the room in order to identify the queen I was hoping to meet. However, there were several women present. Luckily the bar wasn't very crowded. Probably because it was located outside of the city and there wasn't really much going on in this area. There was a group of three women sitting at a table, looking like they were in their twenties. I tried to look at their shoes without looking too much like a creep. None of their shoes were Louboutins. Then there was a woman sitting in one of the corners accompanied by what seemed like her boyfriend. But her shoes were no match either. I continued looking around the room when I saw a woman sitting alone at a table by the wall next to where the toilets were. She had blonde hair, was wearing a blue blouse and was looking at her phone. She looked like she was in her fourties, still she looked very pretty and you could tell she must have been even prettier in her earlier years. She sat near the wall and I couldn't really see her shoes. So i thought I would go to the bathroom and  discreetly look under the table. So I did. While passing, I could see, that she really was wearing red high heels. My heart sank. This must be her. I entered the bathroom and stood by the basin looking in the mirror. There it was again, the nervousness that felt like a rope tied around my stomach. I stood there for a minute or two, and then went out. I approached the woman while my heart was pounding. When I was standing right in front of her, I muttered:' I am a slutty slaveboy.' She looked up from her phone and said: 'Excuse me?'. I repeated what I said before, this time a little louder. She looked at me in disgust and said in a very stern voice:' Get away from me, pervert!'. My heart almost stopped. I felt like my skin was melting off my bones. Everyone in the bar turned their head around and was staring at me. I quickly apologized and went back to my seat at the bar. Shit, I got played. There never was a 'queen' waiting for me, I thought. How could I have been so naive. 'Can I get you anything to drink?' i heard from behind the bar. I turned around and was ready to tell the bartender that I was leaving when I saw her. She had a smirk on her face and seemed liked she had enjoyed what had happened. I just sat there staring at her and I must have looked like an absolute idiot. She had reddish brown hair, and her skin was rather pale. But not the kind of pale skin you see on someone who rarely leaves the house. It looked absolutely gorgeous. The freckles added to her beauty. She was much younger than I had expected. 26 at most. She was wearing a black shirt and I could see the tattoos on her arms. I looked in her eyes and started to stammer like a schoolboy infront of the class. 'I..I'm a ...slutty slaveboy.' I whispered. 'Sorry, I couldn't hear you, you will have to repeat it a little louder.' she said with a mean grin on her face showing her teeth which formed a strong contrast to her dark red lipstick. I cleared my throat and repeated: 'I'm a slutty slaveboy.' She was still grinning. 'Quite the show you delivered here, slutboy. It was mean from me wasn't it? You couldn't have seen my shoes even if you had X-ray vision. And I was here right infront of you.' I was in shock, not only was the person behind the advert on the internet real, she also was the prettiest woman I have ever seen. 'Stop staring at me like a helpless deer stares into headlights. I am glad you made it and showed me that you are serious. Now, if you want to continue our little game, here is what is going to happen. You will go back into the bathroom, and look in the bin in the ladies room. There is a plastic bag with all the stuf you are going to use for now. When you have used my little surprises, you will take a seat at the table over there and you will wait until my shift is over. Then we I will pick you up and we will discuss what happens next. Do you understand?.' 'Yes.' I said. 'Okay, you know what to do, now go.' I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Again, my dick was hard and I had trouble hiding ym erection. My pulse must have been off the charts by now. I got up and my knees were weak. This really *was* my dream.   


(to be continued)  


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