I went to my dresser and opened the top drawer, immediately I saw a pairof my favorite pink hipster panties and my heart skipped! I was losingthis ba...tle, I couldn't resist, I pulled off my sneakers, my jeans and myboxers and stepped into my panties! Oh what an amazing feeling! Purebliss!In just my panties and t-shirt, I ran back to my closet and startedhanging up all my clothes again. I took out my phone and earbuds, loadedup my "girl power" playlist and started dancing around like a total. Now i knew that she was in my full control. I told her that she will be in the same state of mind whenever she will hear the word “butter cutter” from me only. I chose this word because this is not used in common day to day usage. Also i instructed her that from now onwards she will not hesitate or stop me from touching her boobs or private parts or fucking her but this all affair will be just between the two of us. Now i thought that this is the time to start the entire real thing. I told her. So I had to be Wendy and she called me Wendy for a few months, then forgot about it. I never forgot.So I published the poem under the pen-name Wendy and sent him an email asking him to keep in touch, and let me know how things were going. And send some more poems!I heard nothing more.A year or so later, a reader asked me about "Wendy". My curiosity was piqued. I asked a friend of mind, a computer whizz, if he could find the home address from the email address.He could. It was outside a small. " Uh, ok." was all the response I could muster in my daze.Kelly pulled my leg towards her, spreading me open and began to unfasten my belt."I have a confession to make Andy," she said. "I know about you and Emily. Over the summer I would see you sneaking into each other's houses most afternoons. One of those afternoons, when you went to her place, I snuck over to the fence and saw you guys by her pool. I watched Emily give you a blow job. She was standing in the pool, you were sitting on the.