..nothing else..." they looked at each other and turned to me saying "...you our bitch, when we want you you are to come, do what we want you are to d..., you are never to refuse us nor deny us. If you do, we tell your secrete, no one at work will ever know unless you spoil our fun..." I started to undress when the Mail boy went to his pants and pulled out some girly undies. "... we also want you to wear these every time we want you..." I looked at the panties, which was bright red and had no. This was about the time that I was thinking about really being his mistress. We talked about it for a few more days all the while my slick cunt couldn’t wait for him to submit to my wishes.Finally the day we’d hashed everything that needed to be discussed and set up a time that we wouldn’t be interrupted.We’d settled on ‘crackers’ being the safe word and that the relationship would only exist on the phone and nowhere else. I called him after my ex had gone to work. He answered breathlessly,. I guess that’s why I started writing this little memoir. I felt like my voice was disappearing. I didn’t really talk at all for three days. I guess if you can go through school and alienate everybody maybe it’s best if you keep your mouth shut anyway. Still Brian said he had party supplies locked away - like literally on lock. Without anything else to think about, he consumed my thoughts. I looked through his message history for a while for anything interesting. Seems like he’d been doing. He looked similarto what I looked like except that this guy had a bit of facial hair on hischin. When I tried to speak, I heard a very different voice from what I'maccustomed to. It was deep, rich, base tone and I'm fascinated by itactually.Deciding to inspect more, I stripped down and looked at my body's presentcondition. The first thing I noticed is that I had cock and balls! I was soshocked with what I was seeing especially when I saw it springing up. Anysense of femininity in my body as.