Click, click, click....

An arm moved before me and the door swung open. I turned to thank the gentleman and saw a uniform, a handsome dark face and a winning smile. I returned the smile and quickly moved thru the doorway. OMG, eye contact, and it was very close, hardly three feet from me. How did I look, as scared as I felt, could he tell, should I run away? Dammit, don’t panic. The next door into the mall opened, I stepped forward, this time closing much more distance between us. He had to catch my perfume as I passed. I paused shortly, turned, look him in the eye and said thank you. Then quickly I moved forward, as my legs wobbled and knees shook.
Click, click, click…only this time I was being watched…my skirt was swinging, swishing, my legs being adored, my ass being assessed, my perfume being inhaled. I totally flushed, hot on my face, hot all over my trembling body. God, if this is what feeling like and being a woman means I want it ALL the time.

Breathe sweetie, don’t forget to breathe. Click, click, click. Thrilling was the only way to describe it. As I walked past the shop fronts a few had glass positioned so I could see behind me. He was there, following discreetly, but following. Or maybe just doing the job, yes, that’s all, I’m sure. Then he was gone. I almost stopped to turn and see, actually missed a short stride, recovered and continued.
Click, click, click…disappointment overtook me briefly, did I want to be pursued? Yes…I mean no… I mean… breathe. No, I was on a mission, going to the mall office to retrieve an envelope. John had brought me and sent me inside on this errand. Well OK, Master John, this was our first meeting although we had been talking online for over 4 months. The idea of a Master was completely new to me, interesting, slightly scary, and exhilarating in a sissy way. Really I loved it, just getting comfy with the submission thing. Submission. OMG, was that exciting, being told on the web thru the camera what to wear, what task to perform, where to touch, what to….enjoy, and show yourself doing it! Intoxicating. Almost as strongly as…. click, click, click.