She walked into the pub and surveyed the room. It was the middle of the afternoon, and only a handful of tables were occupied. She spotted him sitting by himself in a booth by the front window. She watched him drink his beer as she worked her way through the room. She sat down across from him, triggering his posture to perk up. He was nervous and excited.

They had already agreed to how their initial meeting would unfold. She tapped twice on the table between them. He had his passport ready, placed it on the table as instructed, and slid it across to her. She opened it, compared the picture to his face, and studied the personal details. She photographed the page, and texted it to her friends.

As an assurance to safety, she had arranged for two friends to receive the photo of his passport, and to be her designated check-ins. Every hour one of them would text her, and she would need to give a certain type of reply to verify all was ok. If the reply was wrong, or did not happen, they would be on the scene within seconds. They were the type of friends who asked questions using a cricket bat, and did not stick around to hear the answers.

He did not know it, but her two friends were currently sitting in the coffee shop across the street, watching him through the window. He also did not know that in addition to getting a hotel room nearby, she had a second room across the hall for her two friends. She had already given them the spare key card to her room. Her devious plan was in motion.

She returned the passport to him and he put it away. He took a deep breath, waiting for her to make the next move.

“Excuse me, one moment.” She said as she stood. She turned and walked towards the hallway with a sign for the restrooms. As she walked he noticed she was carrying his beer. He waited, alone, anxious for her to return.

They had planned and discussed their secret rendezvous at great length. Locations, activities, and boundaries had all been agreed to well in advance. They were both switches, and were going to take turns being the dom and sub, pushing each other in ways they craved. There were also some gray areas they had intentionally left vague, giving each of them the freedom to bring surprises. They had agreed that she would start the weekend being the one in charge.

The butterflies in his stomach were dancing, and his senses were on high alert as he patiently waited. She returned to the table, sat, and placed his beer bottle down in front of him. Without taking her eyes off him, she gave the subtlest of nods, as if to say “You know what to do.” He looked at the bottle. There was a faint creamy glistening around the mouth of the bottle which had not been there before. He picked it up, and noticed the bottle was now full again. He brought it to his lips, savoring the sweet tangy flavor clinging to the rim. It was a small preview of what he was looking forward to enjoying later. As he tipped it up and drank he discovered the beer was no longer cold, but just room temperature. It also had a rather salty aftertaste.

He looked back to her, with humbled puppy dog eyes. She silently mouthed the words “Good boy,” and his erection began to swell.