Yes Sir! Chapter 2

They walked out of the coffee shop. They weren’t walking together. Mark walked slight ahead while Noah was following slight behind. Noah had no idea where he was going, and didn’t want to feel foolish going in the wrong direction. He knew there would be enough opportunity for him to look foolish later.

They had only walked up the road, then crossed the road and they seemed to be at a modern apartment building. Mark walked up the building door, and touched a fob to the lock and opened the door. They entered a very long hall with a lift at the other end. There were mailboxes lined on both side of the wall, only half way down did actual doors start. They walked up the lift, Mark pressed the called button then turned to face Noah.

‘You are to wait here,’ He instructed, ‘I am going up alone. You are to count to 30 once I get to my floor. Then you know the rest.’ The lift arrived, and Mark stepped in, then pressed a button. ‘Floor 11, number 9.’ Mark managed to finish just as the door closed.

Noah wondered how this was all going to get started. Now he knew. He thought it was going to be a situation of him having to going into Mark’s flat, and then walk out again. Now that was going to be the case. The ease of all of this had just expired. Now he was, Noah a Submissive. Actually his name was Noah any more. It was, Boy or anything else Mark fancied. He could do this.

As Noah saw LED lights stop at 11, and he started his count of 30. He went slow too. Adding elephants to every number he counted. As he wasn’t sure if he was just meant to count, or do 30 seconds. He thought seconds to be safe. As this could be another test. He just hoped no pressed for the lift while he waited.

Then Noah had another thought! What was he going to do, if some came to the lift before the time was up. He would certainly look foolish. That’s when it clicked, Mark was hoping on it. Then he thought, does Mark have access to cameras in the building? Could he be watching? He didn’t know. For all he knew Mark could be watching and get a big laugh out of all this.

This was crazy.

Pushing the intrusive thoughts away, Noah finally hit his 30, and pressed the button. Now things wouldn’t be so strange, If someone were to come. He was just a stranger standing waiting for the lift. Completely normal. When the lift arrived, he stepped in quickly, and pushed 11 not to delay things any further. As he rode the lift, and watch the numbers go up on the display. Noah knew the this was the most extreme meet he had ever had in his life.

When the door open, Noah stepped out in an almost identical hall, the only difference, he could now see the sky. He walked down the hall quietly. He wasn’t sure why, but he just wanted to make sure he wasn’t being heard. As he passed the doors, the numbers were getting bigger, till he saw 9 at the end of hall, on the left. Where the door was open as expected.

Noah took a deep breath, and step over the threshold. There was no turning back now.

As he closed the door, Noah heard music starting to be played. Some electronic dance music started, not too loud, but lough enough to drown someone being heard. Noah didn’t need to worry himself about that now. He had something he had agreed to.

First Noah stepped out of his trainers, as he wasn’t allowed to wear shoes in Mark’s home. Noah saw there was a basket next too Mark’s shoe rack, with a note inside it reading, “Boy”. which Noah took this is where his things were to go. This little space was all he was allowed to occupy.

Next he placed his shoes in the basket, there wasn’t much space left in the basket. Next Noah took off the grey jogging bottoms he was wearing. Folded them properly, and put them on top of his shoes. The then lifted the matching hoody carefully over his head. Making sure to take out his keys and phone. Folded it, and place it on top of the bottoms. Next came off the matching t-shirt. Again folded and palace on top of the other items. Noah remembered then to turn off his phone. It wasn’t allowed to be silenced or be put on vibrate, it had to be off. He place it down the side of the basket.

Now was now dressed in his uniform. At any time he was to be in Mark’s presence, this is what he must wear, unless otherwise informed. Noah was only allowed to wear a pair of white briefs - CK’s preferred- luckily for Noah he was able to get a pair. The only other thing he was allowed to wear, was white sport socks. When he was originally told to wear this, Noah wasn’t sure if it was a joke. The first thing he wanted to ask, why? However, Noah had recently learned, never ask people about their kinks. As he wasn’t sure what was weirder; him complying to all these requests, or being asked

As the music continued to play, Noah knew what he had to do. A new experience. He had to wait. Like a naughty child. He had to kneel and face the wall, and wait. How long? He didn't know, he just had to wait till his master came for him.

As he stared at the wall, Noah realised how humiliating this was. He was kneeling looking at the wall. In his underwear! In a stranger's home! He couldn't help but wonder, if he was being filmed or being watched.

Why did he agree to this? This wasn’t sexy. This wasn’t horny. This was strange. Then why didn’t he get up. It would be simple enough to do. He could just get up, put his clothes back on and sneak out? He would never have to come back, or speak to Mark again. It would be that simple. But it wasn’t.

As much as Noah wanted to, just get up and leave, and stop the humiliation. He didn’t want to. He wanted to see this through. Maybe the submissive thing was for him. But Noah knew this part of it wasn’t for him. He was going to stick it out, so the next time he played never have I ever, he could say, he dressed up for someone, stripped for someone and been a sub. As for the rest he would see what would come. As he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. It was all a mystery. Which is why Noah was determined to stay.

Mark had put it, ‘there wasn’t a menu’. There were a lot of things he liked. When he mentioned some of these things to Noah, he Noah felt they were okay. Mark went on to describe it like a buffet. With there being so many options open, he could have a little of this and a little of that. Which was exciting. Of course, there were a few things that Noah said he wouldn’t do. Which to Mark’s credit he didn’t try and convince him to do. Like he wasn’t up for being used by two guys, well not at first. Another thing he wasn’t going to do, was having his ass destroyed. That was it. Well, that’s all that came up.

Looking at the wall, Noah had no idea how much time had passed. It was very boring. It was hard to really judge time. What he tried to do, was listen to music, to judge the timing. The music though, kept on changing so quickly. He had heard at least 8 diffrent songs. Each played for varying amounts of time. Had it been a minute each? Or two minutes each? He didn’t know. If it was a minute each, it had been 8 minutes? If they had been longer, it been longer. This was torture.

‘Good,’ Noah heard Mark, from the end of the hall. Noah instinctively looked away from the wall. ‘Do not! Look at me boy!’ Noah snapped his head back towards the wall. ‘Get up!’ Noah got up, keep his head and eyes fixed on the wall. ‘Just as I asked. Follow me. Eyes on the floor boy.’

Noah followed behind Mark, keeping eyes fixed on his ankles. They walked to the of the hall, took a right and then there were in a kitchen. It was a small square space.

‘Clean my dishes carefully boy,’ was all what Mark said, before leaving.

Once Mark had left the room Noah looked up and took in his surroundings. The room was clean, but a large pile of dish had been stacked in the sink and next to it. This was easy, he did dish all the time.

Noah noticed a pair of pink rubber gloves sitting next to the dishes. He picked them up and put them on. He then removed everything from the sink, then ran some water into the sink. While the water ran, Noah wondered did he have to put these away as well? Then his next thought was, did he clean dishes well? It was never a thought that had occurred to him. Once again, why did he care?

Regardless of wither he cared or not, Noah started with the glasses first. Making sure they were not cloudy, but clear and let the dry in the rack. Then he moved on the plates and bowls. Then the cutlery, then rinsed them off and put them in the rack. The only things left was a roasting tray and two sauce pans. All looked like they had been left for a while. Nonetheless Noah scrubbed them clean. Rinsing them carefully and re-washing them as needed. While also being careful not get the very hot water on himself. As he was wearing no clothes, there was no shield. Eventually, everything was clean. He wiped up the water around the sink, then wondered should be put them away.

‘Seems I am right on time,’ said Mark from behind.

Noah fought the instinct to turn around, but simple said, ‘Yes sir. I hope to your liking.’

‘Oh, well see boy.’ Mark then walked towards the sink, and Noah backed out of the way for him to get a look.

Noah wanted Him to be happy with the job he had done. Even though it was humiliating standing in his underwear in pink rubber gloves. There was something about knowing he was pleasing someone, and doing a good job. A felling he didn’t even get, at his crappy job.

‘Very well done, boy,’ said Marc after the inspection. He walked over to Noah, and lifted his face to look him in the eye. ‘Now a cup a tea, two sugars and milk.’ Then he released his face, and left the room.