Today is Saturday. I'm nervous and excited, I have a date with my boyfriend. Actually, he's not really a boyfriend. I don't know how I should call him: Boss, Sir, Male, Master...?. I just know that he has control over me whenever he wants and that makes me happy. I am at his service whenever he needs a submissive slut to feel accompanied, relax, play a bit with me and release accumulated tensions. I know he has other sluts, he likes variety, he only requires me when one of his favorites is unavailable, and that must have happened today.

I must clarify that my services go beyond those of quick sex. I am more of a geisha than a traditional prostitute. Sometimes there is no sex, I just have to accompany him to see an exhibition, the cinema or the theater, to eat or have dinner at a restaurant. He always decides where we go, what we do, and what we eat and drink, but I can give my opinion, have conversations, tell him stories and listen to his. However, his criteria always prevails and if I disagree with something, I stay silent and obey his will.

This afternoon we agreed to meet early to go to the cinema at one of the multiplexes downtown. We will watch a horror movie that he has chosen. I wait at the door, I always arrive a little early just in case. I am dressed as he has ordered, jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirt, with a black puffer jacket that keeps me warm and hides the erection caused by not wearing underwear, with a clean-shaven face, torso, and pubic area.

I see him arrive: Tall and strong, dark hair, and sallow skin. Expensive but casual clothing, hippie leather bracelets on his wrists, trendy sneakers. He greets me with a firm handshake, a little stronger than usual. It's his way of telling me, "Hello, I have arrived, I am going to be your owner and master." I smile slightly, bow my head Japanese-style, and lower my gaze in a sign of submission.

We enter the cinema, he has bought the tickets, he almost always treats me although I try to reciprocate with some extras. "He who pays, commands," he usually says and so it is. We sit in our seats, on the side and quite far from the screen, and we talk about trivialities until the show starts. Then the room darkens and he puts his arm behind my back. His hand caresses my neck, my cheek, then rests on my neck and slips inside my t-shirt until it reaches my chest and nipple. There it stops. There it will stay as long as the screening lasts, squeezing or stroking depending on the scene. Sometimes he squeezes so hard that I twist in my seat not to scream, although if I did scream it wouldn't attract much attention, it is a very scary scene and other viewers also scream. He then takes the opportunity to grab my hand with his free one and places it on his crotch. He's aroused. He whispers in my ear, "Play with it a little!" I obey.

The movie ends and the audience begins to leave the room as the credits roll on the screen. My boss has me by the shoulder and does...