In life, planning is the key to all success. If one planned well, then one is prepared for every eventuality that was placed in front of you. As much as I was a great believer of that philosophy, I was also someone who placed a great deal in instinct and intuitive actions.<br/><br/>Those conflicting approaches to life was probably why, rather than formulate a second by second plan in my mind of how tonight would progress, I simply made a few phone calls to arrange for eventualities, if I should so need it.<br/><br/>Walking the few blocks back to my apartment—picking up a few things along the way—I mused on how best to dress to greet tonight’s guest. As in any situation, it was important that the look perfectly reflected the expectations for the evening, along with making it clear with just one glance that I was in charge, supremely confident and completely open in a way that engendered trust.<br/><br/>In the end, the answer was obvious.<br/><br/>Arriving home, I carefully stripped out of my clothes, made myself a light snack, before taking a shower and completing my ablutions. That these included a mirroring of what Jaclyn was no doubt doing, by edging myself to a state of high consistent arousal, was a commonplace event for me now, being as a result of treatments during my institutionalisation which also rendered me incapable of flattening my feet to the floor—or indeed wear anything lower than a three-inch heel, thanks to my shorted calf tendons.<br/><br/>Checking the clock, I calmly laid out a few items of interest on the coffee table; a long thin silver chain, a jar of novelty lollipops, a sharpie, a jewellery box, a makeup bag and a burner phone, ensuring they were equidistant from each other, and perfectly parallel, before retiring to the kitchen to refresh my memory on Jaclyn’s file with a cup of black coffee.<br/><br/>With five minutes to go, I give a final once-over of my luxury apartment, ensuring that the large wall to ceiling windows overlooking the park below were uncovered by the curtains, the full-length mirror was glistening in its position next to the sofa, and the lights were at an appropriate level so that anyone looking up into the apartment below could see what was happening.<br/><br/>Satisfied, I slipped out of the door to my apartment, and into the next corridor, just as the bell to the lift announced its arrival. Watching Jaclyn exit from my vantage point, I nodded in approval at her dress—matching much of what I had anticipated—before tracking her with my eyes to my door. Smiling as she lowered herself to her knees after knocking, I crept silently behind her on my tiptoes to stand behind her, looking down.<br/><br/>Which was why the first glimpse Jaclyn got of me this evening, was of me looking down at her, completely naked, with nothing but my nipple and labia piercings to compliment my pale frame, and a long wet trickle running down each inner thigh, from the centre of my sex.<br/><br/><strong>“Hello little one,” </strong>I murmured down to her calmly.<strong>“Thank you for being on time. Do let yourself in and make yourself comfortable for me, and then we will begin.”</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Kats_Apartment.JPG)</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Kat’s Apartment</strong></em></div>