This is a short story, about the agony of waiting in a bar, and the rewards that follow. Please remember to donate to nifty so you can enjoy this and other stories
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Saturday morning, I was still bleary eyed when I checked my messages. There was one from him.
"See you tonight Boy"
The lack of a question mark made it clear not was either a statement or an instruction. As I stated to get more awake I knew it was an instruction. I typed my response . "Yes Sir"
It was an hour or so later when another message came. "I want you there waiting for me. I'll collect you when I'm ready" The message went on to tell me exactly where I was to stand. Close enough to the entrance so that I would see Him arrive, far enough away that I'd not be an immediate nuisance. "Understood" "Yes Sir"
The rest of the day I was in a dream thinking about the way I could possibly be called to serve him. I spent so much time thinking about it I almost forgot to eat. All I could think about was Him.
At 7pm another message came through. Instructions on which colour leather shirt and tie I was to wear. "And don't be late|"
I had no idea what time He would be there, I just knew I had to be there waiting for him. The bar was open at 10, I decided that 10.05 would be considered late. I looked at the travel apps at tried to work out the various travel times. I would usually wear clothes over my leathers, and carried my boots in a bag. This I decided would waste time on the other side. I was going to travel across London in full leather.
9:50 I was early, too early there was no sign of the bar being open, and I briefly felt exposed standing there as the locals walked by, one or two giving me knowing looks. Thankfully my awkwardness was brief as a couples of other punters turned up . We exchanged glances. One gave me a smile as he rubbed his groin. I was well aware of what was under neath the leather, having enthusiastically worshipped it on more than one occasions. Tonight though it wasn't to be, i was there for one purpose only to serve Him
The doors finally opened, I checked in my bag, and got myself a drink, and the stood where I'd been instructed. All I now had to do was wait. As always it was quiet at that stage of the night, I would usually go for a walk round just to see who else was in, but I had my orders. I took a sip of my drink. I was nervous and was tempted to drink quickly, but realised that my one opportunity to be at the bar before his arrival had gone. This drink was going to have to last.
I started to fight, I was not this used to standing in one place. A few more people arrived , one of them came up to me and started to fondle me. "Not tonight" I whispered. He walked away looking annoyed at having had his advanced spurned. Even that made me feel nervous had I missed him coming in I briefly toyed with the idea of sitting down, but dismissed it as I would not be in His eye line when he entered The bar got busier and I got even more nervous. What If I missed his entry, what if he failed to see me now that the bar was busier. I took a deep breath and told myself not to worry.
The bar was now full of the scent of leather. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The music was chatter was for a brief moment quiet enough that I heard the door swing open. There he was. He looked at me briefly and nodded, and then headed to the bar with his friend. I wasn't going to be called on yet. A good ten minutes passed, I could see and hear him talking, my knees were week at the slow deep resonance of his voice. He would occasionally turn his head as if he was checking on me but made no attempt to make eye contact. Then his friend came over, and put down another bottle beside me, before retreating wordlessly. This was agony, worse than waiting for his arrival.
It was another fifteen minutes at least before he turned he removed his muir cap his, he pulled his hands through his thick hair, and looked at me directly. I could see his sparkling eyes at a distance, and his smile. His comforting smile. I smiled back and briefly lowered my head indicating my readiness to submit.
His friend was the first person to make a move, leaving just him in the bar. He walked towards me. He pulled out an unlit cigar from the pocket of his Langlitz "Wait two minutes then get outside" he then left me there, I took a deep breath and a mouthful of my drink. I was almost tempted to turn and head out of the bar and go home but this was my chance.
There were about ten men outside , each one of them head to toe in leather their heavy boots a submissive bootboy's wet dream. I started to approach Him and the men he was with, but without talking to me he pointed to the wall. More waiting was on the cards.
The air started to fill with cigar smoke, as the men in the yard lit up one by one. The conversation between them continued, as if I wasn't there , but I was aware that he was checking on me his eyes all but obscured by the peak of his Muir cap. "Yeah" I heard him say , one of the men came over and blew some smoke in my face before returning to the conversation. "Shouldn't he be kneeling?" One of the men asked. He looked at me and grinned. I was soon on my knees. My eye-line now dominated by knee high boots. My mouth began to salivate as I imagined running along the lengths of each one. I watched as a fellow sub crawled over and began to worship a pair, and a wave of envy swept over me as his head was squeezed between a pair of leather thighs. His service was however brief and he was soon dismissed.
I was getting stiff kneeling but I j=had mow got tis far there was no way out. Another one go his friends came over and breathed a cloud of smoke in my face. He towered over me, I could see that he was about to spit, I opened my mouth ready to accept it. TI was however increasingly desperate to taste his, and was almost close to tears with frustration,
Suddenly there was a cough, the men had moved, it was now just him and one other man. He grinned, he removed the cigar from his mouth There was almost two inches of ash. "I`ll need an ashtray soon Boy" I crawled over towards him. His friend spat on his boots. "But first I think you need to give him some attention"
I bent down and began to worship, the taste of leather felt as a reward after such a long wait. Some ash fell on the floor besides me, whose I didn't know. My initial disappointment at not being fed it was brief, as I realised that any ash was a gift I swallowed it before returning to the boot. " That's enough Boy" Thankfully it was the friends voice not his. I got back on to my knees. The ash at the tip of His cigar was now longer. He withdrew it from his mouth, at the same time I opened mine, our eyes made contact and remained locked as he placed the tip of the cigar on my tongue. "Leave it there" the cigar was soon back in his mouth, the ash began to cool Finally he said "Swallow"
"Thank You Sir."
"Good Boy. Now are you ready?"
I nodded.Smiling he guided my head to his thick leather covered thigh. A night of service was about to begin