You put n a slinky silk low cut dress showing off your sexy thighs and just a hint of your stocking tops, then your new black expensive stilletto's an... then adding your perfume and intake of breath go out the front door and to the address given to you. Twenty minutes later you are stood outside a big house, looking both ways you decide to walk up the drive to the front door and go to ring the door bell. As you look for the bell you see an envelope with your name on it stuck. In seconds, the atmosphere crackled with need, mine, and I hoped she felt it.“Oh slave, don’t tell me you are going to be all coy about it?”“Coy?” I was not the one being coy, I really felt confused, “About what? Erm… Mistress.”I think I understood but my mind wanted to argue about it, I had never experienced a sexual come-on before. “Aw poor slave, let me explain it to you.” Her expression looked kindly and her caress of my hand made me jolt. “I am going upstairs. You are going to clear the. Now in my mid thirties, if I get a chance to dress up I still do. My wife is a bit of a hoarder, and I quickly discovered that a lot of the lingerie she owns, most that doesn’t fit her since she lost a lot of weight, fits me. To spend a day wearing just panties and pantyhose for several hours, can keep my on the brink of orgasm for many enjoyable hours. One Wednesday, I was able to leave work a couple of hours before lunch time. I had been horny for weeks, my aroused mind craving a dress up. The next morning, well rather noon, I went upstairs holding the taser behind my back. I rang the door bell and after a while she opened the door. She looked spent but little did she know it was the best she’d feel for a long, long time. I put on my best fake smile and introduced myself as her neighbour from downstairs. Just as she started to deliver a half-assed apology for last night’s noise I hit her with the taser and she dropped to the ground unconscious. Oh, so easy?.When the bitch opened.