I left the dorms through the fire exit where there’s literally no lights so I’m sure nobody saw me. Thank god nobody was out for a smoke.There was...a red car parked at the far end of the parking lot. I looked at the car with my heart racing, looking at the fluorescent parking lamps that led to the car like a cookie trail. The only civilization in sight was the gas station, but that was about a good minute's run further down the street.I told myself that as I had already gone this far, I was not. The card was still sitting on herplate where she had left it. She picked it up, looked at the address, and putit in her purse thinking about the chore ahead of her tomorrow. ?How will I explain my lack of hair to my husband? He has tried to get meto do that before and I have always refused. He knows that I hate looking likea little girl down there, as well as the itching and soreness.? ?I'm sure you will think of a response,? was the unsympathetic answer. The main course arrived and the wine. Certain things had been agreed in advance, including hard limits, what I was to wear, etc. We had also agreed that I was not to speak unless directly asked a question and would follow his instructions to the letter, anyway...I was home, had gotten changed and was nervously waiting and pacing when the doorbell rang - I jumped straight out of my skin and for a moment thought of not answering, however, I did go downstairs and opened the door. There stood the gentleman I had been corresponding with. I almost might as well have been nude. I looked in the mirror; someone was going to get a treat, whoever this was for. I turned away and bent over and sure enough, there was a clear view of my knickers. It was just as well I was fully shaved or more would have been obvious but it was a nice view all the same. I wiggled my ass at the mirror and got ready to be Cable Slave again. The thought crossed my mind that I was beginning to enjoy what I was supposedly being compelled to do. Cable Slut.