Thursday, October 05, 2006

The chauffeur

When it's possible, I love driving Mistress Laura to work.

Last week, after her customary backrub and footrub before going to sleep for the night, Mistress Laura told me:

“Tomorrow morning, when you pick me up from work, I want you dressed in one of your nice suits. Be sure to be early and waiting for me. Since you're my driver, I want you to look the part.”

The next morning, I got up early and set aside my dark suit with a black tie and white button-down shirt. I did my morning routine for my Mistress Wife: serving her breakfast, making sure her towel was in place for her shower, helping her get dressed. Then I got dressed in the white shirt and suit pants, nice shoes.

I hung the jacket and tie up on a coat hook in the car. I came back and placed her briefcase and papers into the car while she did some last minute Emails, and then I escorted her to the car, opening the door for her and waiting till she signaled that it was okay to close it.

I drove her to work in silence, while she rested. Then, I went to my workplace.

All day long, all I could think about was how fun it was going to be to pick her back up at work. I did my own work, but kept watching the clock. I did not want to be late.

Finally, the moment came. I packed up my laptop and papers and went back to the car. I put on the black tie and the suit jacket and got behind the wheel. I then put on the sunglasses and the ear-piece (bluetooth wireless headset) that I had stashed in the front suit pocket and started driving.

Mistress Laura works at a local college. I drove the car in and parked in a loading zone close to the front of the campus. Then I got out and stood at attention next to the car, waiting.

Imagine the scene: You are at a sprawling college campus where there are many buildings separated by trees and landscaping. There's a silver Lexus mid sized SUV, with a man in a dark suit, sunglasses, waiting at attention near the curb out in front of the administration building.

I was about fifteen minutes early. I was subjected to many curious stares as faculty and students went about their business on campus, going to their classes or offices.

Two women who were walking down the path looked over at me and one said to the other:

“It looks like someone's getting picked up.”

The other one looked me up and down and said to the other, jokingly: “I want one.”

I was very nervous. I was sticking out, embarrassed, and, of course, loving every single minute of it. I stayed put.

Finally, after an excruciating number of minutes, Mistress Laura shows up. I walked up to her and took her briefcase and papers and followed behind. As she neared the car, she slowed down and I opened her door for her. I stashed her things in the back and I went around and got behind the wheel.

After we were on the road, Mistress Laura touched my hand and confided in me that she was really embarrassed to be picked up like that, but that it was very fun for her. She thought the sunglasses and the ear-piece were a nice touch. Dramatic and silly at the same time. I grinned wide at her comment.

“I felt like I was the President's daughter, getting picked up by the secret service.”

Great fun. We'll be doing this more regularly, I'm sure.

13 comments:

saratoga said...

nice post. very hot!

oldbear said...

Dude, that is Awesome. I am VERY happy for both of you!

i have done the same for special people in my life and it was great to show the respect to them. BUT

I ! can only IMAGINE how cool it was for a fine young man to be doing it for a fine and empowered woman IN A FEMDOM CONTEXT!

(I do it all the time for my wife when logistics permit-it even has an offshoot called the "her door race" :-) )

SeaDove1216 said...

I agree with saratoga! Very nice, very hot!

Mistress Laura's boy said...

Hi oldbear! Thanks.

What is the "her door" race? Is that where you race to get to open her door for her before she gets it herself?

Anonymous said...

My wife/mistress and I do something like this also. I am not her driver, but I must open the car door for her when we go out. I must also hold the doors open for her when we go to a shopping mall. Sort of like a door man.

saratoga said...

Well, re: anonymous, I do that, too, for my Mistress. When together, I open all doors for her, and carry any moderately heavy bag of hers, and, often, her purse.

But what slaveboy is doing is a major step above. :)

-saratoga

oldbear said...

Hi Tomas, yes it is a race to ge he door first, but with a very funny aspect!!!!!

Now remember my wife is not a believer in female supremacy, nor does she have any interest in female domination.

But she lets me get her doors for he if she is in the mood. We have a goofy, jokey kind of relationship most of the time. I adore her so and she loves that. She is my fantsy babe as well as my best friend and companion and lover. She just doesnt believe how beautiful and sexy she is, nor tht she deserves special treatment.

So sometimes she would run to get to her door first so I cant open it!

She=5-10 140 pounds Me=5-9 295 pounds. Who usually gets there first????HMMM


But wait, under our "Calvin-ball" style rules if I can push her away before she unlocks and opens the door at least a crack, it counts as a "win" for team chivlary.

You should see us racing thru a parking lot yelling feigned taunts and indignations at each other :-)

Peace to all of you, my subby amigos and idols and struggling humans.

Have HAPPY and CONTENTED weekend. GO HELPMATE!

none said...

I did a similar thing for H when She last arrived at the airport.

I found a chauffeurs hat, shirt with epaulettes and made a card with a 'Welcome Darling' with a rose graphic on one side and 'Welcome Mistress' on the other, if I felt brave enough.

I stood in line with all the other taxi guys with placards and got some quizzical looks but I was too high with anticipation to care. The 'Welcome Mistress' only got shown for the last few metres of Her approach - not quite brave enough I'm afraid.

It was also nice that She hadn't seen the car at that stage which is a big V8 saloon with acres of space in the back. I had installed a cooler box with champagne and a few refreshments and drove Her to Her forthcoming home.

I don't know which was best, planning it or doing it... a very heady experience. In fact, now I'm thinking about all this, I might just repost it on my blog :)

Jamie said...

Admire you for being able to do this. I'd have to be waaayyy into subspace to not be too self-conscious to pull this off. Kudos.

Mistress Laura's boy said...

Hi Jamie,

Thanks for the comment. I was very self conscious, but I did it anyway. My Wife is slowly expanding the envelope of my ability to publicly submit to her.

Best wishes,
Thomas

helpmate hubby said...

That was a way hot post great job. Home Jsme's lol!

Anonymous said...

My wife/mistress was on a buisness trip. I had to pick her up at the airport. You see those drivers with signs...(Mr. Jones, Mr. Smith). Well mine said Ms. PATRICIA. And I had on a small black leather collar. Talk about blushing. Then off to the baggage claim. Me standing there while wife/mistress waits. Grapping her luggage and off to the car. We have done this offen. :)

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