I was giddy on the drive home, reflecting on the experience of being chatted up by a cute young guy.A hundred questions ran through my head. How did I...feel about this? Did he know I had a secret tucked away behind my thong? Was I really going to meet him and how far would I let it go if I did? I pulled up in the driveway, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I rushed inside with the shopping, dumping it on the side and heading upstairs to lay down.When I awoke, my phone was flashing. I reached over. Well – Yes master I will put them onMaster – It will make you look like a whatAmanda – A slut master – a cheap slutMaster – Pull your dress open so your clamped nipplesare exposed do it Amanda – Yes master it’s done – what do I do with thechain and clamp that is hanging down masterMaster – It clamps on to your pussyAmanda – Oh god no – not there – that’s grossMaster – Do it and what are you clamping it on. Also, as I have a reason to visit Gujrat, my boyfriend won’t be bugging me with lots of questions.The tickets had already been booked by a friend of mine. So I along with the group of my friends started out from our starting destination by Jet Airways. We catch the flight around 5 pm Friday and by the time we reached Rajkot it was almost 9 pm. After we reached there, I send a couple of pictures of Rajkot Airport in messenger to Nikhil, but it seemed that he was offline. I thought of reaching. "Nice legs, too. I think youshould keep them shaved like that."We left the hotel and walked along to the museum. It was very strangebeing out in public and not wearing trousers. I suppose girls and womenget used to wearing a skirt from an early age. But I was very aware ofthe absence of trousers and had the strong feeling that at any momentpeople would be able to see my knickers and stocking-tops and suspenders.If my skirt bounced up as I walked, or got moved by a slight breeze. Andif this.