Anyway, I did go to work of course and arrived on time, but after defying the rain cycling home and arriving at my front door I remembered the being locked out comments of the morning so I took a picture of my front door and sent it to my Mistress with a little message asking to be let in again, please. However, now having committed to asking for permission, I could not just quite enter then without waiting for permission to do so. Which meant waiting, and sitting down in front of my door.

I live in an apartment complex, up a few floors from the ground floor so at least I was inside anyway, and there are only a few other apartments on each floor, so no busy traffic in the common corridor either as I waited. The hallway smelled like someone else’s dinner—onions, maybe garlic, definitely something fried. I like to zone-out a bit with my phone regardless, so why not do so while sitting outside of my apartment rather than inside? After having spend 15 minutes like that I sent another picture, this time with me in it to my Mistress hoping She might notice another pop-up on Her phone as I was starting to feel slightly miserable, wet, slightly tired, and hungry with the smell of food in the hallway. No answer. Having spend another 30 minutes reading the news, scrolling the internet, having a few hot fantasies and in my mind preparing a bit for a long talk I am giving at an event tomorrow I finally heard my phone buzz. I had turned on the vibration at this point to make sure I would not miss any message.

Thinking with some relieve that this would be the moment I would be allowed inside quickly turned into more waiting as I was only being told how much of a poor sub I was with the question if I was having fun waiting by the door. After sending another picture of me clearly enjoying, oh so, so much enjoyment, I had to wait another 10 minutes for a response. A response that would detail how at least She was enjoying it and how I really ought to beg a little better to be let in. So, after another 10 minutes begging and then typing out ideas for things I could do that would bring my Mistress enjoyment in return for being allowed inside followed. To be truthful, the ideas that came to my mind were admittedly not the most original or good, but then again I am not usually the one that things about how I ought to be used for my Mistress Her entertainment – She just uses me for Her entertainment in a way that is fun to Her. After having suggested making tea and balancing a boiling hot tea cup on my naked back in the way that the bottom ring of the cup burns into my skin, the proposal to write a blog in return for being let in struck gold and I got a deal.

I finally put my key into the keyhole, turned, opened the door, and stepped in. The hallway now left behind me. The door shut. And just like that, I was home.