I figured I was really fine for at least a few more hours and went over to her house. I should say that I never wear a bra or panties when I go to Ama...da’s because I never know when she would feel me up (which I definitely like and enjoy, and she knows that!). So I really like when she does it, especially when she puts her hands under my top and holds my tits, but every time I act embarrassed. Well, I don’t want her to think I am bicurious or a pervert. So I changed to a low neck blouse and. Lots of ‘what ifs’ came to mind. I tried to dismiss them with logical thought, but they kept coming back. Then I wondered what to wear. Casual or smart? Long or short? Was this a social event or something more? Eventually I decided. I opted for a formal evening gown. I selected my longest wig, applied my make up carefully, sprayed some perfume over my outfit, put on a necklace and matching bracelet, and ventured back to where Bill was. As I opened the door I saw that he had laid the table and. Do you agree to my terms bitch?? I had never imagined she would take matters so far. We had loved each other until a few days ago. She had me trapped and knew it. I hesitated but finally said, ?Yes Mistress. I agree to your terms.? She had just got me to agree to be her slave girl! Mary told me to get my lipstick and apply it to her rosebud. I did as she said and she applied it to mine as well. She said, ?You realize that this will become a daily ritual for us now. That skin is very. I sit by my computer all night, hoping for a real dom to message me and make me want to serve him. After a while, I decided to just watch sissy hypno videos, jerk off, and go to bed. The next day I took off my panties and hopped in the shower. It was just another day at work except that my undies were especially uncomfortable. I wanted so badly to be in my bed wearing a pair of soft panties… maybe some thigh highs too… I could not wait to get home and change that day and it made the day drag on.