Black Master, white sissy Part 2

Changing into my running gear in the office I felt sick. I felt like abandoning the attempt and settling back to my old life. Three weeks had passed; my hair, had grown back somewhat. So mixed in with the fear of rejection was the fear that he would despise me for having changed the way I had looked. Maybe he would see it as having abandoned the changes he had wrought in me. But despite this surely he would know - just by the fact that I was resuming my old route home - that I needed him, that he had made an impact on me. But still the bigger fear was that I had made no impact on him at all.

So all of this was running crazily through my mind as I started my run home. Now, when I think back over all of this, I wonder at my arrogance - thinking that this guy should hang on after his mates had gone home, night after night, hoping for a glimpse of me. Why should he do this? Because I was such a stud was what I supposed, because I was a catch for him, someone he could never hope to meet otherwise. All that sort of rubbish was perhaps my answer - but you know I never really asked myself this or thought for a moment that he would not be there. Again it comes down to the significance of the initial meeting for me - it just had to be the same for him. It just had to be. So I rounded the corner, my heart in my mouth - and he was there, just as I had seen him on THAT evening, sitting on a low wall, smoking a cigarette, and, best of all, smiling broadly. I suddenly became shy as I slowed to a walk but held out a hand in greeting as I approached. He ignored it, chucked his cigarette away, stood up and entered the building. I followed him.

He didn't look round but went to the same place as before. Now shut off from the outside world he turned to face me, still smiling. I moved towards him, ready for the embrace, ready to kiss that smoky mouth, to get my tongue inside it, to put my hands around his cropped head and rub my cheek against it. He slapped me, hard, across my face and before I could even cry out, backhanded me another.