Finally. Time to get out of work. I’ve been counting the days, minutes, seconds until I would be out of work on my way to meeting my Domme. We’d planned this whole thing out and there is no way I’m going to let her down by being late. I head out to my car and first thing I have to do is call my wife with my excuse. “Honey, it looks like I’m going to be working late tonight. I’m not sure when I’ll be getting out, but I’m definitely going to be late.” I’d been rehearsing since I told my boss I had to leave early today. I’m shaking with excitement. I’ve been waiting for this for over a week now. I leave and head out of the lot to my first stop.